Lord of the Magical Beasts

Karlowitz was very exhilarated. Very very exhilarated!

It was the same feeling he had the first time he peeped at his neighbor, a teenage girl named Bess, showering, 65 years ago.

For the past few decades, he had hidden from the patrols of many guards, stolen the Sky Warhammer which had been kept in the Waize family’s collection for hundreds of years, and snuck into the heavily guarded palace in the Rossi Empire to steal a priceless Lion Seal…

But not once did he feel so exhilarated as he did now!

Nobody would have thought that he would disguise himself as a down-and-out soldier and sneak in with the rest. What’s more, he was able to seize the Divine Weapons sealed away by the Holy Dragon, and right in front of all the powerful factions. Not just one or two weapons, but the whole lot!

These were the Divine Weapons sealed away by the Holy Dragon thousands of years ago!

For thousands of years, many had died in foreign lands because of these Divine Weapons. And many had fought through every inch of the Tailun Continent because of them! The Church, Dark Association, Bellimore family… Even the legendary Barkley and Sparton families which had existed for thousands of years had put in their blood and tears in the search of the Divine Weapons.

However, all of these legendary Divine Weapons were in his hands now!

Looking at the Space Ring on his finger while holding on tightly to the Snow Divine Sword, Karlowitz was filled with glee. Taking a deep breath, he strode into the Teleportation Portal generated by the Teleportation Scroll.

As an Inferior Sage-Level Thief, the kind rarely seen in the Tailun Continent, Karlowitz moved very quickly. His movements were so smooth and lightning-fast that they seemed to blend together. By the time anyone could react, he had already kept the Divine Weapons and activated the Teleportation Scroll.

“Fatal Blow!”

“Break Through Space and Time!”

…

Seeing how the detestable thief had snatched the Divine Weapons for himself just as they were about to get their hands on them, the leaders like the Warrior in the golden cloak, the white-robed Cardinal Bishop, and Elder Klive simultaneously attacked. They could not wait to rip him to pieces.

If they let Karlowitz teleport away from them now, no one on the continent might be able to find him again because of his Inferior Sage-Level thief skills. A thief may be weaker in attack and defense ability, but his speed and hiding skills surpassed almost everyone else’s.

If they were unable to detain Karlowitz, things would not only be bad just because they had been unable to gain the Divine Weapons. Once the news spread, factions like the Church, Dark Association, and the Bellimore family would suffer huge losses of reputation. To have the Divine Weapons snatched from right under their noses by a thief was like taking a slap to the face!

In their blind rage, no one noticed that the spell formation under Karlowitz’s feet was slowly rotating, tendrils of bone-chilling dark aura seeping from it…

“Haha, Divine Weapons, these are my Divine Weapons, all of these are mine!”

The Divine Temple was just too big. No matter how hard they tried, from the Fatal Blow pf the Warrior in the golden cloak, to the White-robed Cardinal Bishop’s Break Through Space and Time, not one spell could reach the thief quickly enough. Looking at the slowly closing Teleportation Portal and the fast-approaching Warrior in the golden cloak and the white-robed Cardinal Bishop, Karlowitz laughed smugly.

Before he took action, he had already predicted what everyone’s reaction would be and had calculated the time needed for the powerful factions to cast their deadly strikes. The Teleportation Portal was about to close. It would not matter how powerful the attacks by the powerful factions were. Once he had teleported away, no one would be able to find him again.

“This shall become a thief’s legend!”

Looking at the closing portal that was ready to disappear, Karlowitz heaved a sigh of relief. He believed that this successful mission would become a legend among thieves in the Tailun Continent.

“Quick, kill him, kill this wicked theif!”

“Aye, that’s too bad, just a bit more!”

…

Looking at the Teleportation Portal and Karlowitz’s disappearing silhouette, some people flew into a rage and others sighed while shaking their heads. Noone had been able to finish off the wicked thief in time.

Howl…

Just as Karlowitz was celebrating and everyone else was exclaiming about what a waste it all was and despairing, the spell formation with the Divine Temple suddenly started spinning rapidly. With a ‘crack’, a wide crevasse opened up, releasing a dark fog. A zombie-like creature with a body of rotting flesh appeared from within!

“Kekeke, it’s been eight thousand years, but I finally broke through,” the creature exclaimed as it stretched its arms out to feel the air. He grabbed Karlowitz who was about to teleport away. “Fresh blood, come, give your fresh blood to the Corpse Wizard King, Rodriguez, and I’ll grant you eternal life!”

While the zombie-like creature was speaking, he bit the thief, Karlowitz, in the throat. With a horrible slurping sound, he instantly drained Karlowitz of all the blood in his body and turned him into a zombie.

The poor thief. He was dreaming of becoming a legend in the history of thieves, but he never thought that he would instead become a walking corpse, a zombie, in the blink of an eye.

“Corpse Wizard King? Corpse Wizard King Rodriguez?”

Seeing the rotting creature surrounded by a dark aura, the white-robed Cardinal Bishop, the Warrior with the golden cloak, Elder Klive, everyone was stunned.

Eight thousand years ago, the Holy Dragon Ayrpaciro attacked and killed the Corpse Wizard King and the Undead Army he commanded. Thereafter, he announced that he had sealed away a few of the Divine Weapons used in the battle. After that, he disappeared. No one knew where the Divine Weapons were sealed away, or the whereabouts of the Holy Dragon Ayrpaciro.

There were people who said that he had gone to another plane to find a better resting place for the clan of Holy Dragons. Some said that he was summoned by the Dragon God back to the legendary Dragon Realm. Others said that he was gravely wounded in the battle with the Undead and had passed away after sealing the weapons and that his body had been buried in an unknown location on the continent.

Seeing the creature, self-proclaimed to be the Corpse Wizard King, Rodriguez, the people started to doubt the truth behind the legend. At that moment, no one knew if the things sealed away in the Underground City were the Divine Weapons or the Undead Army from eight thousand years ago!

“Quick, retreat, quickly!”

Looking at the terrifying Corpse Wizard King and the two tooth marks on Karlowitz the thief’s throat, Yang Ling felt a numbing sensation run down his scalp and gravely gave the command. Once the Corpse Wizard King had appeared, he felt an unprecedented sense of danger. The pagoda-shaped mark between his brows pulsated strongly, getting hotter and hotter like an electrified iron rod.

“The Corpse Wizard King. Oh heavens, look at the black, lightning-shaped mark between his brows, he truly is the legendary Corpse Wizard King!”

“Quickly, run quickly!”

…

According to legend, the Corpse Wizard King had a purplish, curved, lightning-shaped mark on his forehead. After taking one look at the zombie-like creature, no one doubted his identity and everyone sucked in a cold breath. Some people nervously raised their weapons, but many more surged towards the doors of the Divine Temple and fought to be the first ones to get out of there, wishing they could leave this terrifying underground City.

“Kekeke, come, I’ll grant you eternal life, no one can escape!”

Seeing the terrified troops and adventurers, the Corpse Wizard King, Rodriguez, opened his mouth wide and breathed out a mass of black fog. Wherever it passed, the people who were unable to avoid the fog would convulse, before their soul and blood were absorbed by the Corpse Wizard King. They then became walking corpses, zombies.

At the same time, after absorbing the souls and blood of a few dozen troops and adventurers, the rotting flesh of the Corpse Wizard King slowly tightened. Some flesh grew on the white bones of his hands, and a bit of color was seen in his previously lifeless left eye as the eyeball slowly rotated. It was as if he had not absorbed souls and blood, but instead absorbed a great healing tonic.

“Quick, while he has not fully recovered his strength, let’s work together to kill him. Otherwise, none of us will make it out of this!”

“Right, let’s attack together, quickly!”

…

Eight thousand years ago, the Undead Army from the Underworld swept through the entire continent. They were the enemy of every living thing on Tailun Continent. The Wizard Corpse King, Rodriguez, was the Great Commander of the Undead Army. If he were to regain his power, not only would the people here be unable to escape, but there would also be a catastrophe of unprecedented proportions on the continent.

Previously, in order to get the Divine Weapons, the various factions had no choice but to work together. Now, in order to stay alive and to kill the Corpse Wizard King who had not yet regained his full strength, they had no choice but to work together again!

“Kekeke, good, come, all of you, come at me and offer me your fresh blood and your souls!”

Seeing that the leaders the white-robed Cardinal, the Warrior with the golden cloak, and Elder Klive had commanded their forces to attack the zombies around him, and were coming at him directly, the Corpse Wizard King was not scared. On the contrary, he was happy. After being trapped in the Underground City by the Holy Dragon for eight thousand years, he had only about ten to twenty percent of his power left. He urgently needed to absorb fresh blood and souls from the living to quickly regain his full power.

To him, he was only afraid of the top Experts in the continent, and not deterred by the strategy of using great numbers of people against him. The more average warriors and spellcasters that came toward him, the faster his power would grow.

“Kekeke, Fifth-Level Zombie Explosion, explode, explode, explode!”

Seeing how many knights and spellcasters had tightly surrounded the few dozen zombies around him, the Corpse Wizard King, Rodriguez, laughed wildly, muttered something quickly, and waved his right hand.

In an instant, dozens of zombies were exploding like bombs, going off one after another, forming a terrifying chain reaction. Every enemy beside the zombies, be it the Church Knights or Dark Knights, the ferocious Orcs or high level warriors of the Bellimore family, all were at a loss for what to do.

Some people had one leg blown off by the explosion, some people’s internal organs were ruptured into pieces by the shockwaves created by the explosions, and some people were simply just blown into a pile of minced meat. There was fresh blood everywhere.