YM778.TV Chapter 146 - 146:123 Small Meteorite Technique, arrived at
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[Due to your necromancer profession, your [Small Meteorite Technique] has mutated to a certain extent!]
Skill: Small Meteorite Technique (Third-turn)
Skill Level: Level 1+ Level 1
Mana cost: 24,000
Effect: Summons a meteorite, causing damage equal to 15 times the Spiritual Power plus 50,000 explosive damage.
At the same time, when the meteorite lands, it causes 20,000 impact damage within a range of 500 meters and splashes out Netherworld Flames, causing 4,000 damage per second in that area, lasting for 60 seconds.
Looking at the attributes of this skill, Dean McKenzie almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
“I knew this skill was so hard to learn, it turns out it’s a third-turn skill!”
However, it’s powerful once learned, despite its difficulty.
The damage range reaches up to 500 meters. This could be considered a minor forbidden curse.
The damage is off-the-charts, with the additional damage reaching 50,000.
The only downside is its high cost.
Especially after the amplification level of the [Wizard’s Knowledge Hat] increased to Level 2, Dean McKenzie’s current Mana wasn’t enough to activate it.
“Also, my [Small Meteorite Technique] seems to be different from Avery Evans’s one. Hers did far less damage than mine.
It feels like a neutered version of my skill.
How can the same skill be so different?”
“Never mind, as long as I am stronger!”
With the mastery of this Small Meteorite Technique, Dean McKenzie suddenly felt elated.
He felt that all his hard work over nearly two months has paid off.
“Indeed, as they say, hard work pays off.”
As Dean McKenzie stretched out lazily, he stepped out of the Earth Dragon Car.
Upon exiting the car, he immediately spotted the imposing city up ahead, which was his destination for this trip – Fern City!
“According to the Third Princess, that long-named necromancer lives in hiding in this city.
He doesn’t regard necromancer inheritance highly and is willing to pass it on as long as the price is right.
I love it when things can be solved with money!”
Dean McKenzie still had more than two thousand gold coins in his pocket to spare.
Learning the Necromancer Inheritance should be more than enough, right?
With that thought, McKenzie confidently entered Fern City.
However, what he didn’t expect was, the moment he stepped into Fern City, a shrill alarm sounded.
Before he could even take a look around, the city guards surrounded him.
Dean McKenzie was initially ready to resist.
But before he could act, a man approached.
A middle-aged man dressed in a red robe and holding a scepter walked over.
Seeing the man, Dean McKenzie immediately gave up resisting.
Not because he knew the man, but a sense of danger surged through him as if every pore on his body was screaming a warning.
In front of the man, he couldn’t even harness his mana.
Without a doubt, the middle-aged man was a formidable adversary whom he couldn’t resist.
In front of such a powerful figure, McKenzie was very submissive.
“Sir, I am a traveling mage and this is my first time visiting your distinguished city. If there is something I did wrong unintentionally, I hope you can overlook it!”
“Your foot!”
Dean McKenzie was bewildered: “My foot?”
“Your foot has stepped into St. Vern City, a pure holy city that does not allow filthy and depraved necromancers like you.”
“Take him to the Heretic Reformation Facility!”
The middle-aged man said and a holy light was cast directly on McKenzie.
Wrapped in the holy light, alerts started appearing in front of his eyes.
[You are sealed by the Holy Light, you cannot use spells under the Holy Light Seal!]
Upon which, the soldiers rushed up and threw McKenzie onto the ground, then escorted him to the so-called Heretic Reformation Facility.
The moment he entered, all his equipment was stripped away.
Everything was taken away, including the two thousand-plus gold coins in the Corpse Witch Belt that he cherished so much, except for the [Wizard’s Knowledge Hat], [Crystal Heart], and [Eternal Potion] he had put away before entering the Land of Bone.
When the man who searched him saw the contents of the belt, his eyes lit up: “Well, I didn’t expect such a wealthy necromancer.”
McKenzie remained silent, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent as they fixated on the bald head of the ‘Heretic Reformation Facility.’
What he got in return was a brutal beating.
“Dirty vermin, you think you can get out of this place?
Daring to stare at me with such eyes, you’re courting death! Take him to the innermost cell!”
Soon, McKenzie was placed in the deepest part of the Heretic Reformation Facility.
His limbs were chained up, and he was nailed to a cross.
“Damn, what the hell is going on!”
Nailed to the cross, McKenzie was on the verge of tears.
He could not believe that this was what awaited him as soon as he entered Fern City.
He came here full of excitement, envisaging how he would obtain the Necromancer Inheritance. But as soon as he entered, he got captured.
Never mind the capture. If worse comes to worst, he could endure for around twenty days and leave if things became unbearable.
The disaster was that he lost his entire fortune.
Thinking about his lost two thousand-plus gold coins, McKenzie’s heart bled.
He cursed, “Damn it! If I had known this, I would not have come looking for Crohn Merlin The Dead Ola!”
Just as he finished cursing, a voice came from nearby, “Who? Who’s calling me?”
McKenzie was startled and turned around. He could vaguely see that in the nearby cell, there was a man nailed to a cross … just like him..