As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime

Chapter 219: Recruited

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The old man looked around at the beast man skeletons, skeleton soldiers, and skeleton warriors. He still felt that it was not enough.

He waved the bone magic staff in his hand again.

An even greater amount of death aura spread out.

A nauseating smell of blood and decay filled the air.

A sharp and ear-piercing beast man’s cry echoed in the empty valley.

The surrounding rotten soil and grass, and the blood-stained animal carcasses, were gradually returning to their original appearance after the death aura fell into them.

At this moment, the old man’s body was filled with a thick aura of darkness.

The black fog that was filled with the aura of death surrounded the undead animals that had just been revived by the aura of darkness. Together with the skeleton warriors and soldiers, they charged towards the Orthodox Church’s Holy Knight Army at the foot of the mountain.

Corpses and blood were the old man’s power.

Seeing so many Holy Knights at the foot of the mountain, the crazy factor in the old man’s body started to stir.

He wanted to become a lich, so he needed a blood sacrifice.

The power of a lich was also divided into three, six, and nine levels.

The more special the blood sacrifice was, the more power it would get beyond people’s imagination.

As long as he became a lich, he would have a long life.

He would use magic to become an immortal spellcaster.

Becoming a lich was a big gamble.

If he won the bet, he would become an immortal. If he lost the bet, he would become a part of the blood sacrifice.

In order to successfully transform into a lich, the old man stared at the Orthodox Church’s Holy Knight Army at the foot of the mountain. His eyes were shining.

The aura of death that controlled the undead creatures that had just been revived by the aura of death also became a little crazy.

Monn received a shocking pressure that was rising steadily.

Monn’s ears twitched, and he immediately ordered the Holy Knight Army to prepare for defense.

“Shield, go forward.”

Monn ordered, and the Holy Knight Army quickly began to adjust.

The Holy Knights holding heavy shields quickly lined up and stood at the outermost perimeter, protecting the soldiers behind them.

“Second platoon of fire mages.”

“Third platoon of water mages.”

“Fourth platoon of earth mages.”

“Ace, you stay here and hold the line.”

Monn gave his orders one by one, and the Holy Knight Army began to regroup quickly and orderly.

Monn had arranged the Holy Knight Army.

He himself flew up and headed towards the old man and the young girl on the mountain.

While Monn was crazily running up the mountain at high speed, he was also controlling the undead creatures that were revived.

He casually controlled the flames and burned them to ashes.

Monn’s control over the flames was already perfect.

He used the smallest amount of energy to deal the greatest damage.

Monn, in the eyes of admiration of his Holy Knights, shot the fireballs which flew past him at high speed towards the undead creatures that wanted to attack him.

With the dense waves of fireballs burning, even though they were a distance away, the Orthodox Church’s Holy Knights still felt as if they were being roasted in a blazing fire.

They knew that Pontiff Monn was very strong, but every time they saw him, they could not help but sigh. The pontiff was truly terrifyingly strong.

Monn walked all the way to the top of the mountain, and behind him was a burning line of fire.

It was as if he had used a blazing fire to pave a smooth path up the mountain.

In the wind, there was a burning smell.

The bone beasts that had relatively strong vitality and were charging faster would occasionally emit a few ear-piercing, indignant roars.

“You’re here for the phantom dragon, right?”

Monn did not beat around the bush. He stood in front of the old man and the woman and went straight to the point.

He had already seen the old man’s strength.

The old man’s entire body was still shrouded in black fog. He was ready to fight Monn to death at any time.

Even though he knew that at such a close distance, he would not be able to defeat Monn, whose strength was unfathomable.

“Are you interested to be my subordinates? It just so happens that we also need a necromancer right now.”

Monn did not seem to notice the old man’s alertness and vigilance.

“Who are you?”

He had some guesses about Monn’s identity, but he was not too sure.

“I forgot to introduce myself. I am Monn.”

Monn indifferently glanced at the old man and the woman, and told his name.

“It’s really Pontiff Monn!”

The woman was pleasantly surprised as she covered her own inopportune scream.

“Mm.”

Monn did not withdraw the power from his body. His gaze still fell on the old man in the black robe.

“As you can see, we are necromancers. Will you really accept us to join your team of Holy Knights?”

The old man’s coarse voice sounded very uncomfortable to the ears.

“It’s just a different job. The heart is the most important.”

Hearing the old man’s words, Monn answered straightforwardly. He did not reject the dark mages and necromancers in the secular world at all.

The words ‘seeking talents’ were hanging brightly on his face.

Just as the black-robed old man was about to say something, a dragon’s cry came from the valley in the distance.

“TSK. It came so quickly. If there’s anything, we can talk about it later!”

Monn said as he left the old man and the young man where they were.

He turned around and ran in the direction of the dragon’s cry.

The reason was that the phantom dragon would not appear until it was dark.

He did not expect a necromancer to summon such an undead creature.

He actually summoned the phantom dragon as well.

However, the phantom dragon’s strength during the day was always weaker than at night.

This didn’t seem to be a bad thing.

If it wasn’t for this necromancer, it wouldn’t have been easy for him to find the phantom dragon in the Ash Mountain Range.

It seemed that this necromancer had done a good thing.

Listening to the dragon’s cry, it was obvious that he had been stimulated by the necromancer’s aura of death.

Its emotions were extremely unstable.

Before Monn could get close to the valley to where the phantom dragon was, he could already see the flat valley that had been destroyed due to the phantom dragon’s fury.

The phantom dragon attacked everything around it indiscriminately.

Monn’s figure flashed as he quickly approached the phantom dragon’s location.

He could see that the phantom dragon’s chest was still torn open, with a large hole that could be seen from one side to the other.

The dragon let out sorrowful cries and indignant roars through its chest.

Every dragon cry was like an air cannonball. With the dragon’s soul as the center, it exploded outwards.

It shattered the surrounding vegetation and rocks.

Monn rushed to the dragon’s soul from the flying sand and mud under such a dangerous situation.

The giant dragon’s blood-red eyes were filled with hatred.

When it saw that there was a human in front of it, two streaks of black resentment emerged from its nostrils.

It took a deep breath.

And that was another earth-shattering roar of the giant dragon.

This time, the dragon roar was different from the previous one. It was just a simple venting of emotions, but it carried a clear attacking power.

The ground was shaking violently because of the dragon’s roar...