I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Jasper, relying on his familiarity with the forest and his own agility, moved freely between the trees.

At times he leaped to the treetops, at other times he hid behind trees,

making it hard for the Death Knight, lacking wisdom, to catch his movements, leaving it to charge forward recklessly with the Bone Horse.

Calvo's eyes began to flicker with a ghostly green light, muttering incantations under his breath,

he summoned waves of eerie green orbs, like ghostly flames, carrying the aura of death and destruction, hurling them towards the Lizardman warrior.

However, to Calvo's surprise, Jasper seemed to have a sense of foresight, always managing to dodge flexibly at the last moment before the spells hit.

His figure was like a specter, sometimes appearing on the left, sometimes flashing to the right, causing Calvo's spells to miss repeatedly.

This extraordinary evasion ability made Calvo frown; he began to suspect whether Jasper's state included some precognitive ability.

The battle persisted, the fight reaching a stalemate.

The Bone Sword in the hands of the Death Knight grew fiercer, yet Jasper remained cool and composed throughout.

With exceptional reflexes and strength, he sparred with Calvo's Death Knight.

The foul, decayed mist churned in the forest, leaving the entire forest lifeless and deathly still.

Jasper's golden slit pupils narrowed into thin lines as his tail blade swept across the muddy ground, lifting decayed leaves.

The two Death Knights were closing in at an angle, the ghostly blue soul fire flickering in their eye sockets casting strange shadows on the moist trunks.

Clang!

Jasper's long blade blocked the giant sword slashed down by the Knight on the left, his scaly feet digging deep into the soil.

At that moment, a whistling sound came from his right, as a sharp pain suddenly struck his nape.

Jasper's expression turned severe, rolling forward instinctively.

In an instant, three purple-black Bone Spears brushed past his back armor, embedding into the oak tree behind him, instantly carbonizing it to ash.

Jasper noticed something off in the ensuing pale green mist and quickly dodged aside.

As the green flames surged from Calvo's magic wand, Jasper suddenly propelled himself off a moss-covered rock, soaring towards the airborne figure.

Calvo, with a slight frown, didn't hesitate to retreat swiftly to widen the distance.

He was not Lord Lis; engaging a warrior of the same rank at close distance was courting death.

As Jasper ascended, he noticed Calvo's movements, twisted in mid-air, and leveraged to hurl his long blade.

"What!"

Calvo was startled, not expecting Jasper to willingly abandon his weapon, rapidly sidestepping out of the way.

But at that moment, Jasper's outstretched right hand suddenly pulled back.

The long blade, which had spun past Calvo, curved back and slashed towards him again.

Calvo was startled, but it was too late to adjust his body now; he could only continuously cast Magic Shields before him.

But what Calvo hadn't accounted for was that, as Jasper's thrown long blade slashed at the Magic Shield,

a golden radiance flashed from the blade, effortlessly piercing through Calvo's Undead Shield like a hot knife through butter.

Damnit!

Calvo's heart sank suddenly.

He thought he was being cautious, yet this sudden turn of events shattered his plans.

"Bone Substitute!"

Just as the blade was about to slash Calvo's body, a crystalline, jade-like bone appeared beneath the blade.

Clang~

A crisp humming sound echoed in the air, and the bone before Calvo shattered into powder.

Simultaneously, it significantly diminished the strength of Jasper's long blade attack.

Calvo grunted, his body rapidly retreating backward.

Jasper's long blade left a long wound across his chest, deep enough to reveal bone.

If he hadn't used his trump card to block just now, he might have been cleaved in half by this Lizardman.

Rapidly widening the distance, Calvo began healing the cut on his chest.

Uncertain of the force causing it, the wound wouldn't heal, forcing Calvo to halt further blood loss instead.

Calvo lifted his head, watching Jasper retrieving his long blade and engaging with the two Death Knights again.

His eyes filled with caution and a lingering fear.

He hadn't expected the opponent's attacks to be so restraining against him.

The golden radiance seemed like the nemesis of the Power of the Undead, leaving Calvo with little resistance.

For a moment, Calvo could hardly approach the battlefield.

Meanwhile, it seemed Jasper had mastered the usage of the golden radiance during the battle just now.

Before long, the two Golden Rank Death Knights were left battered and nearly scrapped by Jasper.

No way!

If he fails, how would he explain this to Lord Lis?

Calvo, seeing the situation, his heart sank, ignoring the pain in his chest.

He couldn't afford to fail on the first task Lord Lis entrusted, this important mission.

Calvo cast a High-level Undead Magic again, maintaining a safe distance, constantly distracting and depleting Jasper from afar.

Meanwhile, not far away, the Isaac Alliance Army noticed Jasper gaining the upper hand in the battle, raising their morale.

In an instant, they suppressed the players and the undead army back again.

...

The battle waged on for a long time,

by now, the forest painted a tragic and desolated scene.

The once lush trees were either broken at their waist or charred black, riddled with scars, as if ravaged by a cataclysmic disaster.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches, sprinkling over the war-torn land, yet failing to illuminate the overwhelming desolation.

The ground was a tangled heap of corpses from various races, some frozen in their fighting stances, others twisted beyond recognition.

Blood stained the soil, flowing like small streams, as the blood hue became the unavoidable dominant color of this territory.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, making one nauseous.

Undead bones scattered everywhere, some still lingering with the Death Spirit Energy, as if narrating their sorrow and unwillingness from life.

Some bones were intact, others shattered, lying silently there, becoming part of this land of death's palette.

Now, nearly all the independent action players were dead, leaving only the players in organized teams, slowly retreating.

Even the players couldn't hold on any longer at this point.

Because Kane Floating City limited the number of entrants for this mission, even if the players resurrected, they couldn't re-enter this realm.

Meanwhile, the Isaac Alliance Army, out of tens of thousands, now had only a third of their warriors left, suffering heavy casualties.

The war concluded only because the most crucial battlefield had determined the victory.

Jasper panted heavily, the golden radiance around him thinning out.

Behind him lay two Death Knights, completely dismantled into broken bones, while Calvo leaned listlessly against half of the remaining tree before him.

Finally victorious!

Jasper raised the damaged long blade in his hand, suppressing the joy in his heart, and said to Calvo:

"You have lost, surrender!"

"Tell me, who is your master?"

"What exactly is this Kane Floating City you speak of?"

In the face of Jasper's inquiry, Calvo's expression turned grim.

Had he really lost, lost to this native before him?

No!

He hadn't lost to this Lizardman, but to the power inherent in this small world.

This power of the world was too restraining for him.

Your name is Jasper, right?

Just wait!

Calvo glanced at Jasper, preparing to use a teleportation tool to return to the Floating City.

Even if it was disgraceful, next time he'd bring over a dozen Yellow Forest members, then see how he fares!

At that moment, a figure appeared before Jasper.

Calvo, seeing this, quickly halted his actions, changing to kneel with respect, saying:

"Lord Lis, I have disappointed you."

Lis glanced at Calvo, waving dismissively:

"I don't blame you. This small world is indeed extraordinary."

Yet Jasper, looking at the youth suddenly appearing before him, his expression turned extremely unpleasant.

He felt as though he had fallen from Heaven to Hell.

Though he sensed no aura from the human before him, the keen awareness from the battle just moments ago told him:

Run!

Run immediately!

There isn't even a one percent, or a ten-thousandth percent chance of winning!

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