Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"Listen, all creatures of the continent of Eslar, my undead clan will soon descend upon you once again. This time, we will enslave all the living beings on this continent."

Vogt burst into loud laughter.

Many of the citizens in the holy city showed signs of panic on their faces. Years ago, when the undead clan suddenly arrived, countless people perished on the continent.

This time, they feared they might not escape their doom.

"..."

Just as Vogt was enjoying watching the terrified expressions on the people's faces, a powerful spatial disturbance suddenly appeared.

Everyone in the holy city froze for a moment, and they couldn't help but look in the direction of Sylvus's shop.

"Is it Boss Sylvus? What is he doing?"

"What a strong spatial disturbance! Could Boss Sylvus be summoning some powerful being?"

"Judging by this commotion, whatever is being summoned is at least a Magic Emperor-level being."

Boone and the others also looked at Sylvus, confusion evident in their eyes, not understanding what he was up to.

"What... what's happening? Why can't I move my body? Such a strong spatial force, who's summoning me?"

At that moment, Vogt, who was hovering in the sky, suddenly shouted in alarm, causing many onlookers to freeze again and shift their gaze back to Sylvus.

"Could it be that Boss Sylvus is summoning Vogt? Has he gone mad? Why would he summon a powerful undead being?"

"That's Vogt, a being at the level of a Mage Ruler . With the current power of our continent, we wouldn't be able to resist him."

"Don't forget, Boss Sylvus is the man who could catch heaven's lightning with his bare hands. I doubt that even a Mage Ruler like Vogt would be a match for him."

The crowd murmured among themselves.

Meanwhile, Boone, Elena, and Ronald exchanged fearful glances.

"Is this guy insane? If he really summons Vogt, the latter will definitely find a way to bring the rest of the undead clan into our world. Our continent would be doomed."

Ronald gritted his teeth and said.

"It's strange... What level of strength is he at? The spatial barrier between the undead world and our continent of Eslar isn't easy to break."

"Besides, Vogt is at the level of a Mage Ruler , and even a Mage Ruler shouldn't be able to summon a being like him so easily."

Elena furrowed her brows as she spoke.

Boone, on the other hand, remained silent.

At this point, they were powerless to stop what was happening.

They didn't have the means to oppose Sylvus.

All they could do was wait for him to summon Vogt and see what he intended to do.

If he truly intended to do something that would harm the continent, there would be nothing they could do to stop him.

"Ha ha ha! Who would have thought? Someone dares summon me to the continent of Eslar! Excellent! Now I don't have to wait so long."

Vogt laughed once more.

Then, the face formed by dark clouds in the sky vanished.

The spatial disturbance around them grew even more intense.

"Come here!"

"..."

Sylvus shouted.

A spatial rift immediately appeared in the sky.

A powerful aura emanated from it.

Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.

Those with weaker strength fainted on the spot.

"Ha ha ha! The continent of Eslar! I have returned!"

A voice of laughter echoed from the spatial rift.

Soon, under everyone's watchful eyes, a figure wearing a black robe and holding a staff with a skull emerged from the rift.

Sylvus looked over.

Beneath that black robe was a frail, skeletal body.

The hand grasping the staff was nothing more than skin and bones.

Two violet flames flickered in its eyes.

Its entire body radiated an aura of death.

Any plant or flower that came into contact with this aura immediately turned to ash.

"So this is an undead being?"

Sylvus said with some surprise.

He had assumed that undead beings would be in some sort of spiritual form.

It turned out they just looked extremely eerie.

"Boss, there are many kinds of undead: skeletons, ghosts, liches, black knights, death knights, and so on. This Vogt is a lich mage."

"Three thousand years ago, he had already reached the level of a Mage Ruler, but he was ultimately slain by Lord Artiferi. It's unclear why he's alive again now."

Meylan whispered next to Sylvus.

At that moment, Meylan also felt some fear.

After all, the figure before him was an undead being, and a powerful Mage Ruler -level undead at that.

He didn't know why Sylvus had summoned him from the undead world.

Could it be, as Sylvus said, that he intended to destroy Vogt?

"Boy, are you the one who summoned me? Don't worry, I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Vogt's eyes turned toward Sylvus in the distance.

Underneath the black hood that covered his head, the violet flames in his eyes flickered violently.

Sylvus squinted slightly.

This guy was pretty arrogant!

He still thought he would leave Sylvus's corpse intact?

It seemed he didn't realize his predicament yet.

"Come!"

Sylvus beckoned with his finger, speaking calmly.

He didn't bother wasting words with Vogt and directly used the One-Word True Technique.

"Arrogant! You dare to command me? I... What's happening? Why can't I control my body?"

Vogt was mid-sentence when he suddenly cried out in alarm.

He found that his body was moving completely against his will, flying toward Sylvus.

"What have you done? Why can't I control my body?"

A few seconds later, Vogt was standing right in front of Sylvus.

Looking at Sylvus, who was within arm's reach, Vogt shouted in fear.

"..."

"..."

But Sylvus didn't respond.

He simply threw a punch, landing it on Vogt's head.

Vogt let out a scream of agony.

The violet flames in his eyes flickered.

"You're the one who disturbed my sleep?"

Sylvus asked coldly.

"What? You... you..."

Vogt tried to speak.

But Sylvus hit him on the head again.

Vogt screamed once more.

At that moment, Vogt was filled with shock.

He had come to the continent of Eslar, thinking he could dominate the entire continent.

After all, he hadn't sensed any Mage Ruler -level beings here.

But now?

He was being beaten up by a young man who didn't even emit any aura.

And the reason? Because he disturbed this man's sleep?

At the same time, Vogt was puzzled.

He was an undead being and shouldn't feel pain.

But every punch from Sylvus caused him immense pain, as if his soul was being torn apart.

"You laugh so loudly, yet you think you're proud of yourself?"

"Boom!"

Sylvus didn't stop.

As he spoke, his fists kept raining down on Vogt's body.

Vogt could only endure it, with no means of resisting.

The crowd watched in shock as Sylvus relentlessly beat up the king of the undead.

And the reason? Because Vogt had disturbed Sylvus's sleep.

Everyone below stood there, stunned.