This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees

For some unknown reason.

The two of them were attracted by another target in the visual disturbance caused by the dimension shift.

At first, Matthew was a bit confused.

This target was not placed here by him at all, so why did it have Isabelle's aura?

But he quickly realized.

Those two withered hands likely came from Isabelle, perhaps even her very essence!

"Did she leave a backdoor in the spells she granted me?"

"Once I cast this spell, it means I'm in some trouble, and she can seize the opportunity to lend me a hand?"

Before Matthew could fully feel touched.

He suddenly sensed something was wrong!

The unease stemmed from many aspects—

Firstly, if those two withered hands really belonged to Isabelle, then her current aura was too weak, too fleeting!

Secondly, his heightened insight told him that the entire arcane wilderness, no, all living beings near the astral world felt a sharp pang of grief!

Indeed.

It's just a hint, yet it's extremely intense!

This bizarre emotion continuously battered Matthew's nerves.

As if something very important was about to leave him completely!

On the data sheet.

...

"Warning: Isabelle, the supreme guardian of Aindor, is about to leave this universe!

All creatures she has protected, including you, will face 1 to 3 rounds of will checks—

Those who fail will fall into abnormal states such as weeping, sorrow, collapse, and weakness!"

...

Isabelle.

Is she really leaving?

Right now?

In the midst of it all.

Matthew suddenly sensed a gaze.

He could not pinpoint the source of this gaze.

All he knew was that it was very, very far away, indescribable by even a million miles!

Matthew was moved:

"She's waiting for me to become legendary…"

"In the universe's edge, she'd lend me her final support."

"To eliminate the Mirror World's pull on her, she had to continuously diminish her presence and influence, but at this last moment, does she still want to help me take these two enemies away?"

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start, nor to whom to speak.

Not far away.

The figures of Edmond and Ronan stood far apart, hovering in the void.

They too silently looked into the distance, their eyes vacillating, seemingly sending off Aindor's greatest guardian after the Calamity Mage in their own way.

A mournful atmosphere began to spread from the arcane wilderness.

Soon it affected the entire Aindor continent and the planes nearby.

In corners of the world.

Children cried out inexplicably.

Young people teared up in a daze.

Only those with superior insight could vaguely perceive something.

Yet in this instant, the bards who normally roamed the streets and loved big news collectively fell silent.

An indescribable oppressive feeling began to envelop the hearts of all living beings.

At the same time.

Deep in the unreachable darkness of the universe.

Terrible demons and giant beasts were grinding their teeth, sucking blood, and letting out roars long suppressed.

Ordinary people naturally could not hear those sounds.

But they felt a deep sense of sadness and fear from within.

"What a pity…"

"It's too far…"

Suddenly, that familiar yet distant voice rang in Matthew's ears.

He looked around sharply.

The next moment.

He suddenly noticed that the figures of the straw man and Demon Dragon on the giant stone had become more vivid.

Matthew saw it clearly.

They emerged from the "lake surface," with part of them already breaking away from the giant stone mural!

"Hmm, originally I wanted to catch two pets before leaving, but now it seems still too far."

Isabelle's voice continued to resonate.

This time.

Matthew realized the voice actually emanated from deep within his own soul!

Indeed.

Patronus!

As he thought of this.

Isabelle's Patronus emerged from his soul's depths.

Not only that.

Matthew could also feel.

This Patronus completely separated from his soul, transforming into an independent entity!

The Patronus glowed with glaring white light.

A surge of powerful energy was transforming her body!

She appeared bewildered, evidently shocked by everything happening.

"Now that you have become legendary, as per our initial agreement, my Patronus won't come to kill you again."

"With your current strength, you no longer need a Patronus…"

"But I imagine you wouldn't refuse an extra maid, would you?"

Isabelle's voice came from within the Patronus.

A few breaths later.

The white light gradually disappeared.

In Matthew's astonished gaze, the Patronus unexpectedly transformed from a void spirit body into a semi-spirit body with a tangible physical form!

"This kind of semi-spirit body is somewhat similar to certain special Druids or the demigods from the Age of Enlightenment."

"Her strength is slightly weaker than before, but she's become a life form that can exist long-term…"

"And even if she's a bit weaker, she can still fight very well…"

Matthew silently observed the changes on the data panel.

...

"Tip: Isabelle has released you from the 'Patronus'!

Isabelle used the divine spell 'Creation of God'!

You have gained a semi-spirit Legendary Warrior (LV23) as a servant…"

...

"Did I… gain life?"

On the face of the Patronus, which resembled Isabelle, there was a look of delight and a hint of disbelief.

"Heh…"

Isabelle sneered disdainfully.

"That's it."

"Don't die."

"And then wait for my message…"

As the words fell.

Matthew vaguely saw a glowing large door.

Isabelle, dressed in a black gown and dragging her polar white hair, slowly walked toward the direction of the door.

From beginning to end.

She never looked back.

There was no reluctance.

Instead, she resolutely walked into the door.

A whirlwind of dizziness.

The ever-growing sense of crisis in his heart made Matthew realize that this time Isabelle truly and completely left!

At that moment.

Countless gazes fell upon Matthew.

He knew.

Those gazes came from powerful entities hidden near the Arcane Wilderness and deep within the astral world.

They had been suppressed by Isabelle for too long.

Her departure now.

Means their complete liberation.

A revelry is probably about to impatiently begin.

But this time.

Matthew did not stealth his aura, nor did he avoid their gaze.

He released his own aura, which wasn't exceptionally powerful, yet couldn't be underestimated, and returned each of those gazes!

Immediately.

He suddenly pulled a soft whip from his waist into his palm.

"Ursul's Reprimand".

Matthew's other hand gently brushed over the thin and long whip, feeling the cold touch of snake scales, and a hint of eager longing.

He casually infused it with a substantial amount of negative energy.

In the blink of an eye.

The originally limp whip stiffened, almost transforming into a long, hard rod!

Holding the necromancer's exclusive weapon, Matthew forcefully jabbed it into the mural on the boulder!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Ursul's Reprimand violently stirred the clouds on the mural.

The straw man and Demon Dragon emitted cries of agony in unison—

Indeed, Isabelle couldn't directly take away these two powerful legendary spellcasters.

But she successfully imprisoned them, trapping the straw man and Demon Dragon in the crevice between the Arcane Wilderness and the edge of the universe.

Matthew didn't know how long this would last.

He only knew.

He must seize the opportunity, take advantage of the situation, and whip them fiercely!

"Let me see if the soul of a legendary necromancer is really as indestructible as the legends say?"

Matthew chuckled softly.

Then quickened the movements of his hands.

...

"Tip: You are using Ursul's Reprimand to relentlessly flog the souls of Dickens and Dania!

Dania feels angry!

Dania feels humiliated!

Dickens feels delighted…

In full view, disregarding the gaze of powerful entities in the astral world, you continue to fiercely flog the two legendary necromancers, your Legend Rating +1 (Astral World)!

You have obtained the title of "Brutality of Matthew"!"

...

"Hmm?"

Matthew raised an eyebrow.

Hesitated for half a second.

He decided to let Dickens go for now.

Still, let's jab Dania first!

...