The border of Velun Country.
Saville Blood Moon's underground laboratory.
Saville gently embedded a precious spatial magic crystal in the center of the large and complicated magical formation in front of him. He nodded in satisfaction, folded his sleeves, and walked out of the summoning formation that had a diameter of more than ten meters.
Spatial magic had always been one of the most mysterious and worth researching topics on the continent. In the undead magic system, summoning magic was subordinate to spatial magic. The content of its research was to forcefully open a space-time door in another plane through a summoning formation with a fixed coordinate and sign a master-servant contract with the creature there, summoning it to serve the caster.
Of course, the master of the master-servant contract was the Necromancer who cast the spell.
Usually, when faced with a space-time door, the creature on the other side of the door would be involuntarily pulled by the spatial attraction force and fall into the door.
At this time, the contract would appear in the form of a protective shield in front of the creature being pulled. When the creature was forced to accept the protection of the shield due to its inability to resist the spatial attraction force, the master-servant contract would be completed in an instant, and the summoned creature would be pulled to this continent.
The power within every spatial door was impossible for ordinary creatures to resist. It was like a password lock, and only the caster would know the 'law' of the space within the spatial door and use it to cast a 'targeted protective shield' with the 'contract'. If any other mage couldn't understand this' law ', they would only die after entering the unfamiliar spatial door, no matter how strong their protective shield was.
Actually, from a certain point of view, the spatial summoning contract was extremely unequal. In fact, summoning magic had always respected an existing law — one could only summon creatures that were slightly weaker than the caster.
However, Saville Blood Moon had gradually perfected another method of summoning magic in the past hundred years of research — signing an equal contract, or 'partner contract', to directly summon creatures of similar strength to the caster.
This was a pioneering move, but it carried a considerable amount of risk.
Most of the planes where necromancers summoned creatures were in the 'Franken' plane, also known as the 'Undead Plane'.
That was a continent filled with undead creatures. From the day it was born, it was filled with skeletons.
Strands of souls from other planes that didn't perish due to their mental perseverance attached themselves to the skeletons of unknown origins, becoming the lowest level of skeletons and zombies.
Through constant battles and cultivation, they became stronger step by step.
A hundred years ago, Saville already had the strength of a level nine archmage. Now, his attainments in summoning spells had improved. He had been researching new types of spells in recent years. Today, he began this extremely dangerous but rewarding summoning experiment.
Saville reached into his space ring and took out the staff engraved with an angel sculpture. He then placed the staff vertically in front of him. His decaying body gently brushed against the pure white body of the staff. A beam of white light was emitted from the staff.
The light was gentle at first, but as Saville softly chanted the incantation, it gradually became sharp and dazzling!
The magic formation on the ground was embedded with nearly a hundred magic crystals of different sizes. At this moment, they all lit up and emitted a dazzling light. The last magic crystal that Saville had embedded also slowly and steadily brightened. In just a few minutes, the dazzling light illuminated the dark underground laboratory as if it was daytime!
Saville gently raised the staff. Under the white light, the angel on the tip of the staff was vivid and lifelike, as if it had come to life. Suddenly, six rays of light formed from the back of the exquisite sculpture. They looked as if they were substantial wings fluttering in the wind.
The white light gradually stabilized. Saville waved the staff in his hand and a vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the summoning magic formation!
Like a crack, the vortex was gradually torn apart by a powerful and chaotic force in the air. Finally, it was forcibly fixed to the size of a floor mirror.
At this moment, the white light seemed to be attracted by the spatial door that was as deep as the starry sky. The brightness in the laboratory suddenly decreased. If not for Saville's barrier protecting the parchment on the experimental platform, it would have been pulled away by the strong suction force.
An egg-shaped Guardian Boundary appeared around Saville's body. The strong winds caused by the chaotic space around him didn't ruffle his robe at all.
Saville continued to chant the incantation and carefully signed the contract with the precise magic control of a 9th grade Great Magus.
All of a sudden, an obvious crack appeared on the spatial door!
Saville frowned and immediately waved his staff, gradually ending the incantation. As a Great Magus, Saville had an extremely rigorous and cautious attitude towards research. Seeing that there was an accident in the experiment, Saville immediately decided to stop the summoning. He did not waste the priceless magic crystals at all.
Under Saville's control, the spatial door avoided the fate of collapsing. However, it seemed to be carrying out its own mission. At the moment when it was about to disappear, it suddenly enlarged and abruptly collapsed after two seconds!
— Immediately after, a figure suddenly appeared in the center of the magic formation.
A pitch-black hood and robe, a body made of white bones, and a faint red light flickered in his eye sockets. A skeleton magus suddenly appeared in the center of the summoning magic formation!
The black-robed magus who suddenly appeared in the center of the teleportation formation seemed to have not adapted to the discomfort brought about by passing through the spatial door. The faint red light in his eye sockets flickered strangely.
The face under the black hood was terrifying and unforgettable. It was as if someone had used a sledgehammer to smash his skull and carefully pieced it back together. Dense spiderweb-like cracks covered his yellowish skull.
His exposed fingers did not reveal the color of decay like his skull. Instead, they were pure white as if they were made of jade. There was even a faint luster on his fingertips.
After a long while, the black-robed magus gently raised his head. Although he did not have flesh and blood, he still gave off the feeling that he was "breathing deeply".
Saville's wrinkled face was like a piece of rag that was twisted together. He stared at the black-robed man who should not have appeared and immediately waved his staff. Three defensive spells, "Low-grade Spatial Mirror Spell", "Bone Shield Spell", and "Mental Defense Boundary", immediately condensed the surrounding elements to maximize the concentration of the elements around him so as to reduce the casting time when casting spells.
"What?
Is this how you greet your guests? "
The skeletal mage gradually straightened its body and its flickering eye sockets looked at Saville, who was ready for battle. Its jaw, which only had a few teeth left, didn't move, but a hoarse voice echoed in Saville's mind.
Mental strength transmission!
Rank 9 strength!
Saville's expression turned cold. Of course, this expression made his face look even more conflicted. He hesitated for a moment and waved the angel scepter to disperse the magic shield and boundary in front of him. Then, he tidied his robe and raised the scepter in front of his chest. He bowed slightly and said, "This is the Roslorian Continent. Your humble servant, Saville Bloodmoon, welcomes your arrival, Your Excellency."
In fact, Saville also did not know how to phrase his words. There was no other reason. In the past, the summoned creatures were obviously weaker than him. He never had to speak politely to the summoned creatures in a subservient manner. With the master-servant contract, the other party would obediently obey whatever he said. Otherwise, what awaited him would be the irresistible backlash of the contract.
"I'm honored."
The black-robed skeleton magus bowed as well. His loose robe hung down as though it was being held up by a hanger. However, it seemed that he did not have any ill intentions. In Saville's opinion, this was a sign that the equality contract was in effect.
"Chris Bolivar. It seems that the air here is much fresher than in the Undead World."
The Skeleton Mage introduced himself and walked down the magic circle. He rubbed his chin with his finger that was glowing with a white light. It was obvious that he did this frequently because the bones under his chin had been rubbed to the point that they had changed color. "So, should we discuss what requests you have after I came here?
Or rather, what do you need me to do?
Of course, under the equality contract, you and I both understand that there is a certain price to pay for everything. "
Chris Bolivar seemed to be very talkative and took the initiative in a few sentences.
"As you wish, Sir Chris Bolivar." Saville nodded.
Saville, who thought that the summoning was successful, did not expect that there would come a day when he would be pecked blind by the geese.