A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1929 - 544 Am I dreaming?_2

Their numbers were indeed massive, and the shadow nodes Beckman planted on the front battlefield irritated Glacia tremendously.

But there was a fundamental disparity in the combat capabilities of the two sides’ soldiers.

Moreover, though numerous, the quantity of shadow creatures on the battlefield had not reached a critical breaking point—

tearing apart the plane was ultimately not a true Shadow Plane.

Even if Beckman resorted to opportunism, using the Shadow Core as the framework for tearing apart the plane’s core and inserting countless passages and nodes within the inner space pointing to the Shadow Plane,

the forces of the Shadow Army he could mobilize here were still trivial compared to the main body of the Shadow Plane’s forces.

For the Lord of Darkness,

this battle was indeed difficult to fight.

This was Matthew’s judgement from Beckman’s perspective.

He had a relatively deep understanding of shadow creatures.

As cannon fodder soldiers, their effectiveness was second only to undead creatures.

Most shadow creatures also did not know what fear was and were perfect soldiers.

In battle, they usually did not retreat, and they also had strong reproductive capabilities, moved quickly, required little food to maintain morale, and had high loyalty.

However, compared to undead creatures,

shadow creatures were ultimately still inferior—

The attributes of the Shadow Domain were rather single, easily countered by various means;

whereas the domain of necromancy was not so, although undead creatures also had weaknesses, negative energy naturally occupied a broader layer of elements, allowing undead creatures to secure additional protection in their weak areas.

This resulted in undead creatures having generally stronger individual capabilities than shadow creatures.

Not to mention that the undead army had the perfect advantage of endless combat and an inexhaustible supply of troops!

“If it were me, things would become much simpler as soon as the first batch of devils fell…”

Although he made such conjectures in his mind,

Matthew still did not think Beckman was doomed to defeat—

The guy was also a thousand-year-old fox.

This time, he had allied with many faces familiar to Matthew.

There must be more tricks up his sleeve!

Just…

“If Beckman is stalling for time now, what exactly is he delaying?”

“Could he be harboring some kind of conspiracy within the Shadow Core?”

Matthew’s gaze shifted toward the direction of the city walls.

Behind that massive stone gate was the inevitable path leading to the Shadow Core.

Due to the narrow space of the Shadow Core,

Beckman, even with his tricks, could probably only hide them at the junction between the Shadow Core and the second layer.

From the perspective of plane studies,

the space at the junction wouldn’t be extensive.

Beckman could at most set up some traps there, or a few ceremonial fields.

These elements usually wouldn’t possess a particularly high power level.

Because too high a level would affect the stability of the torn plane.

On the contrary,

the stability of the second layer also allowed some inference about the part of the Shadow Core and its extension.

Matthew found it hard to imagine that they could become decisive factors for the Lord of Darkness to turn the tide of battle.

“So, the key might not lie with Beckman himself but with Galan and others…”

Matthew remembered what had happened with Sener.

If Beckman’s actions were paving the way for the descent of the Tong Luo Gods, then things would make sense.

“If that’s the case, the torn plane itself might also just be a medium.”

“But do Erin and the others know about this?”

Matthew looked towards the top of the city walls.

There,

Volcano Mage Erin and his companions were leisurely dealing with spell attacks from the Devil Camp.

Perhaps it was because they appeared strong at the beginning,

the workload for Erin and the others was not high at this moment.

Intercepting some occasional long-range spells seemed like mere child’s play to them.

Matthew even saw smiles on the faces of the spellcasters.

Meanwhile, not far away,

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Evil Queen Babasha, Jassiliven, and others participating as allies were exerted much more.

The monstrous army they led withstood the frontline of the Devil’s Vanguard Army, and without them, the relatively fragile Shadow Army would have probably collapsed earlier, naturally eliminating the steady tug-of-war presently seen.

As for Beckman himself,

he hadn’t shown himself from the beginning to the end, only revealing some aura and power when activating the Shadow Node; he seemed nonexistent at other times!

Matthew suddenly felt an urge to delve into the Shadow Core to see what the Lord of Darkness was actually doing!

“Speaking of which, Yellow Jade Dragon Clayde should be nearby enjoying the show, right?”

He had just thought of this,

when the guild badge on his chest suddenly became scorching hot.

Matthew focused his mental power on the badge—

Good grief.

The message module that had activated was the chatroom, silent for a long time!

Matthew was somewhat surprised.

Since Rheager’s soul was taken, the chatroom, having lost its favorite, usually went several days without a single new message.

This might also be related to everyone becoming busier after the great rift.

He braced himself and opened it to see—

…

“Lorraine: Sent a picture (content: a vast number of devils and astral world creatures clashing on the frontline battlefield, with spellcasters visible in the distance on the city walls).

Lorraine: As a bard, how should I paint this scene with my words? @all.

Hibbert: Devils? Have you started fighting? @Matthew. Let me know in advance when you deal with the Demoness of Desire, I’ve been daydreaming more often lately, might need to prepare.

Vivien: No worries dear, I’ll inform you if Matthew needs it @Matthew. But what’s with the Volcano Mage in the picture? He looks like he’s joined one side of the war? Is he your new spellcaster companion?

Bobo: Received, my Lady has just completed her latest upgrade, ready to stop a war at any moment! Eh? Wasn’t Matthew looking for me? @Matthew. Where are you?

Richard: @Bobo. Clearly not, compared to group chats, Matthew prefers one-on-one private conversations, it has always been this way, only poets keen on being conspicuous like to use broadcast rights.

Lumiere: +1.

Xixi (guild elf): Taking this opportunity to tell everyone, although we have expanded several times, the guild warehouse is nearly bursting at its seams again, please don’t stuff things you can’t use into the warehouse, it’s a hassle to clean up, thanks for cooperating!

Li Weiqi: This is what the guilds of spells are, truly magical, I mean, how do I speak? Should I try using mental power? And by the way, how do you send pictures @Lorraine.

Sif: Hahahaha sorry, the first half of this is something my child triggered unintentionally, I don’t know how to delete it @Matthew. Please delete it when you’re free.

…”

Message after message flashed before Matthew’s eyes.

The message sent by Lorraine was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, suddenly ripples spread, and the chatroom suddenly became lively.

Whether it was new members or the guild veterans like Richard and Mr. Zeller, all came out to say a few words.

Of course,

Lorraine was the most frequent speaker.

He not only sent several pictures from the battlefield to the group incessantly.

In a sense,

Richard’s comment about Lorraine was quite accurate.

It was also during this process that Matthew noticed, the Mysteries of Guild Spells previously entrusted to the Hibbert couple for maintenance had been upgraded with quite a few new modules.

For instance, there was a new spell called “photographic skill.”

This spell allowed guild members to use their badges to take pictures,

albeit the total number of times per day was limited.

By the time Matthew noticed, the quota for today’s photographic skill had already been fully used by Lorraine!

With this thought,

Matthew was just about to pull the other person to his side,

but just at that moment,

in the chatroom,

a message popped up that caught everyone off guard.

…

“Rheager (guild veteran): Ah? Everyone??? Am I dreaming?”

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