Re: Evolution Online

Liam watched the undead minions scatter around and he nodded in satisfaction. His skill level and proficiency in necromancy had improved a lot these past few months. When compared to increasing his proficiency in soulmancy, this was proving to be a lot easier. 

However, it would be foolish to underestimate the field, considering it easy. Perhaps he would be reaching a bottleneck soon in this as well.

While the two fields were similar to some extent, they were also different. Liam already felt the several disadvantages he currently had when using the rudimentary necromancy skill in his possession.

The raised undead were quite weak when compared to their counterparts who were once alive. They were mere husks of the person they previously were. They never tired. They never hungered but they were also very lacking.

The other disadvantage was the fact that they couldn't be housed in some sort of summon space just like his soul minions rested in his soul. 

After dealing with the soul minions for so long, Liam understood one thing. The soul minions were somewhat a part of his own soul. 

After attaining a higher understanding of soulmancy, he had a feeling that he should be able to incorporate them within his soul whenever he wanted and needed them without any backlash, freely assembling them and disassembling them.

However, it was a completely different story for the undeads. These were fleshy zombies and skeletal warriors that sometimes retained some skills of their previous selves. More importantly, once they were created, they were out in the real world and couldn't be stored anywhere.

If Liam did not have the PVP tower artifact then many of the corpses he had raised would have gone to waste. 

But luckily he managed to overcome this disadvantage using the vast storage space in his possession. Thanks to the artifact, he could store the minions and use them whenever he needed.

After sending out the undead ice elves and dark elves, Liam did not linger around and immediately left the area as well, proceeding further into the thick forests.

Both the mana storms and this fight would have definitely attracted a lot of interest and he did not want to stay back to find out who else was present in the forest.

Liam wanted to use this opportunity to train himself but he had a few limitations. So he would rather have the majority of his enemies clash with each other and face the wounded victors.

Unfortunately, he had to settle for this at the moment.

A few seconds later, a series of loud deafening roars reverberated in the distance, indicating that this decision had been the correct one. 

For the foreseeable future that place was going to be a fighting ground for many beings in this forest as the chaos would only keep multiplying with time. He had managed to escape that for the time being.

Liam continued to move forward away from the scene of the crime as fast as he possibly could. At the same time, he focused on recovering his mana as fast as he possibly could.

While his minions and the undead could handle distractions and minor skirmishes, any major confrontation would demand his direct involvement.

However, all of a sudden, Liam unexpectedly paused. A frown appeared on his face that quickly became a look of extreme pain.

His steps faltered, and he gripped a nearby tree for support as a wave of agony surged through him. It felt like a searing lance thrust into his very soul.

Taking deep breaths, Liam fought to maintain his focus as he quickly took out a couple of medicinal pills and a potion.

If anyone watched him right now, they would be utterly shocked. 

The two pills radiated a unique aura, glowing faintly in his palm. One was a silver-colored pill while the other was a pitch-black colored pill.

The moment the both of them were taken out a strong medicinal aroma erupted from them, filling the air and causing even the vegetation around him to seem as if it quivered in response.

Such a potent medicinal pill would be coveted even in a B-Rank world or an A-Rank world. But Liam did not care about that. He simply shoved both the pills into his mouth at the same time.

Waves of pain crashed everywhere in his body as his muscles and bones were once again starting to tear apart under the stress.

Residing in the depth of his body, one silver-blue mana core and one pitch-black nether core started to clash and grind against each other, tearing apart his body from the inside out.

The two cores which appeared to be whole again started breaking apart.

Liam's face twisted in agony, his teeth gritted so hard he feared they might shatter. The world around him seemed to blur and twist as if mocking his plight. 

He knew he was treading a dangerous line but he had no other choice. This was the only solution he could come up with at the moment with everything he had in his hand.

Right when his body was on the verge of one again withering away, and the two cores had almost burst and exploded, the pills he had swallowed started working their magic.

The healing effects of one pill enveloped the silver-blue core while the healing effects of the second pill converged on the pitch-black core.

As if recognizing their respective counterparts, the two pills seemed to disintegrate, releasing torrents of restorative energies that channeled directly into the clashing cores. 

The pain in Liam's body reached a crescendo, a peak of blinding, debilitating agony—and then it began to subside. Rapidly.

The fractured shards of his cores began to reassemble, drawn together by the potent medicinal energies. 

The silver-blue core absorbed the energy of the silver pill, its broken fragments knitting back together like shards of a shattered crystal. 

The pitch-black core responded similarly, pulling its dispersed energies back into a cohesive whole under the influence of the black pill.

Liam then washed them down with the potion that he had prepared beforehand. The potion was light red in color, appearing similar to a healing potion except this one was so much more potent.