This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1969 - 563 Crazy Things

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At that moment,

the door between the room and the hallway automatically shut.

Matthew’s Blink was already activated at the first instance.

But the next second,

he felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if he had smacked into a wall.

But there was clearly nothing in front of him!

"Plane disparity..."

Matthew was abruptly startled:

"I’ve been taken deep into the Shadow Plane!"

He looked around immediately.

He realized that he was actually above a familiarly gigantic Shadow Mountain Range!

Surrounding him was endless darkness.

Yet the sprawling mountain range obviously seemed "blacker" than the other shadows!

Matthew held his breath.

He certainly knew what he was facing.

"Galan..."

"Since when did you become Beckman’s lapdog?"

Matthew opened up his Power of Domain to its fullest, resisting the shadow power coming from all directions.

He glanced at Lost Paradise.

The divine artefact seemed stuck, half beside Matthew, half in the core area of the tearing plane.

It could have served as a bridge to bring Matthew out.

However, Matthew was not yet willing to give up on capturing the Dimension Anchor, so he had to keep Lost Paradise in its current state.

Galan’s voice emanated from the mountains below:

"Child, your taunting is low-level, my relationship with Beckman isn’t something you should meddle with."

"Instead of pretending to be tough, have you thought about how you’ll end this?"

"I’m quite certain you have some escape methods and I’m also looking forward to you attempting them, as for the final outcome, heh heh..."

"I hope you manage to escape successfully at least once, otherwise it loses the fun of cat and mouse."

Matthew’s expression remained cold and unfazed.

Galan’s words were filled with arrogance, the subtext being that even if Matthew could escape the Shadow Mountain Range, he could still capture him and bring him back.

Of course, that was bluster.

Twilight Creatures have high Power of Domain, but after all, they were defeated, with Matthew’s mental power, resistance, strength, and equipment, it would not be difficult to escape.

The premise was that he must give up the Dimension Anchor.

"This guy is bluffing..."

Matthew thought.

So he slightly smiled and also picked up the gauntlet:

"Why should I run?"

"You wouldn’t have forgotten under what circumstances we last met, right?"

Galan’s aura suddenly became dangerous:

"Oh?"

"You are trying to scare me with Isabelle?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Is Isabelle your nanny?"

"Has her care and protection permeated every aspect of your being?"

"Heh, I know for certain you possess her Patronus, but I’m not in a hurry to kill you, in the near future..."

"You know what will happen..."

Matthew pondered momentarily:

"This guy came looking for me, is it a probe into my teacher’s condition?"

He estimated that the news of Isabelle’s departure from the Multiverse had already quietly spread among the top tier of astral world.

Many are interested in this information.

But few dared to come forward to confirm it further.

Perhaps Galan wanted to gauge this indirectly from him—the implication was once Isabelle left the universe, the Patronus on Matthew would automatically deactivate. freewebnoveℓ.com

Matthew wasn’t going to fall for such tricks.

His face always wore a light smile:

"My Lord, no need to be so euphemistic, why not give it a try?"

"And you inviting me here, surely wasn’t just to chat, right?"

As he spoke,

he drew out the Sword of Slaughter and Augustus’s Skull.

These two weapons, through the infusion from Lost Paradise, possessed remarkable divinity, and instantly, the shadows around Matthew became more translucent.

The Sword of Slaughter became more aggressive.

The tip of the Magic Sword automatically shot out a bright radiance, turning the dark, deep Shadow Mountain Range into a red-black hue—

That was the true color of Galan’s skin as a Blood Slug!

"You really are sufficiently arrogant."

Galan’s voice held some annoyance.

But indeed, as Matthew expected, he didn’t launch an attack immediately; instead, he kept using his domain power to compress Matthew’s space for maneuvering.

"I said I won’t kill you directly, I’ll toss you into the Shadow Dungeon and slowly torment you till death, don’t worry, soon I will make you realize, living is a more painful torture than death..."

Galan’s voice was filled with cruelty.

"I wouldn’t even trigger the Patronus on you."

"Trust me, in the world of shadows, I have that ability."

Matthew became extra cautious.

Galan’s aura was indeed strong enough, and the Shadow Plane was his territory; Matthew staying here long term was not going to end well.

He had prepared himself to give up the Dimension Anchor and run.

But before leaving,

Matthew planned to taunt a few more times.

But just at that moment,

A quite pleasing, even somewhat young female voice echoed in the shadowed heaven and earth:

"Galan."

"It seems you truly are tired of living!"

Instantly,

A huge sickle flashed across the sky like lightning, striking precisely at the end of the Shadow Mountain Range!

Boom Boom Boom!

The entire Shadow Mountain Range burst out with a Heaven and Earth Shattering tear sound.

Matthew looked surprised—

The Shadow Plane should have had no sound; their conversations were all conducted through domains.

But this strike from the sickle managed to create a "sound," indicating the sickle itself was a kind of domain!

He suddenly turned back.

A girl with a familiar face appeared behind him.

"Teacher?"

Matthew didn’t hesitate, but he still felt somewhat dissonant.