Capítulo 233: The Dream Necromancer

Or die…

die…

die…

No, this wasn't the word echoing in the surroundings. Aldrich hadn't said it aloud. He had just whispered the last word.

die…

die...

It was Marquess Nicholas who kept muttering the word. Less in shock, more in remembrance. It was as if this word 'die' was his old friend, who hadn't come to meet him for decades.

"Kids these days. Haha! Your use of Mana Field Generator has indeed shocked me. If you had a Marquess, who could replace you from the battlefield, then you could have got tons of contribution points for trapping a Marquess. Even though this Mana Field will only last less than ten seconds under the barrage of my attacks."

Marquess Nicholas, reigning over his momentary shock, praised Aldrich. But soon he sneered, and showing contempt, spoke out.