Standing on the stone slab with a radius of three meters, Charlotte and the others looked back at the area of the collapsed stone slab.

In addition to the large stone slab that had just been standing on, there were five other stone slabs around it that also shattered into fragments, and some miniature shards were floating and sinking on the blood lake.

Charlotte looked closely at the debris and asked uncertainly, "This lake of blood doesn't seem to be very corrosive?"

Aside from the signs of the explosion, the slate fragments did not appear to show the slightest sign of corrosion. They were supposed to have been shattered by Malthus's hidden explosive traps, but the question was, if the Blood Lake wasn't corrosive, then what was the point of Malthus's doing it?

Although Charlotte, who grew up in the north, is a landlubber, it would be a joke if a master spellcaster drowned in water.

"Still, the guy's pain doesn't seem like it's disguised. Claire was equally puzzled.

Indeed, the mage who shouted for help seemed to be in real pain, and his expression as he reached out to Charlotte was as desperate and hopeful as a drowning man grasping at the only straw.

What the hell is going on? Is the blood lake poisonous? But don't they have an antidote for their own people?

"Be careful!" Quinn suddenly reminded, "there's someone in the water!"

Before Charlotte and Claire could react, El, who had a second second only perception of necromancy to Quinn, had already made a move.

She stretched out her hand and pushed down, and an invisible giant hand made of force field energy fished towards the blood lake. This is the Caligadere Claw Technique, a four-ring spell that is both offensive and defensive in the destruction system. Elle controlled the giant claw to fish down, and just as she was close to the surface of the Blood Lake, someone slammed out of the bottom of the lake, and the viscous blood-colored water splashed upward, only to be blocked by the Caligadre Claw Technique.

The claws continued downward, clawing at the invading necromancers at the bottom of the lake. Strangely enough, the necromancer seemed to be a little ignorant, and after being caught in its claws for a few seconds, it struggled as if it had reacted.

This guy was dressed in a black robe, his skin and flesh seemed to be elastic from his life, but his face was gray and his eyes were blank, and the only sign that one could be sure that it was a necromancer was the faint soul fire in the depths of his eyes.

In other words, its eyeballs have lost their proper color and function, relying on the soulfire sensing vision behind them.

As soon as she saw it, Charlotte couldn't help but exclaim!

"Ahh......hh The undead?"

Claire also recognized the necromancy. It's the mage who just fell into the lake!

"No! no!" Quinn replied to Charlotte's question affirmatively, "At the very least, I'm pretty sure he wasn't an undead in the first place!"

"In other words......" Claire gasped, "This lake of blood has the ability to transform people into necromancy?!"

"How is this possible!?" Charlotte's voice changed, "The Lich Transformation Technique is not that simple, how can this blood lake have such power!"

"No, Charlotte. Quinn is talking about transforming the necromancy, not transforming the lich. Claire explained.

He motioned for Elle to draw the necromantic closer, and Charlotte took a closer look, and sure enough, although the soul fire of this Soul Seat was much more vigorous than that of ordinary necromancers, it seemed to lack the obscure power that is unique to lichs.

"Let it go. Charlotte spoke to Elle, who took control of Caligard's claws to crumple its flimsy body into pieces.

Claire looked solemnly at the middle of the lake, where they were about two-thirds of the way away. Not only that, but several stone slabs on the back road were all blown up, and it seemed that the risk of going back was no less than moving forward.

"That's a good calculation. Claire looked at Malthus from afar, he knew that this vicious trap could only come from Malthus, "You know that ordinary corrosion and toxins have no effect on me with the purifying power of Iger's scepter, so you use this irreversible undead transformation that cannot be counted as a negative state as a trap to attack us." Malthus, you are vicious!"

Malthus smiled and seemed smug, "That's right, all we need is to get you out of the competition." Even if you're lucky enough and strong enough, what if you're transformed by this lake of blood and become a lich with powerful spell-casting abilities? You've become a necromancy, and necromancers and those mages who have used Sylvia's immortality will never be able to achieve the Throne of the Root!"

He's right!

Neither the Lich nor the Mage who has used Sylvia's Immortal Spell has ever had a precedent for exalting the Throne of the Root. No, it's not that simple! These two types of mages, let alone those who become kings, even if they want to continue to grow, are much more difficult than normal mages!

This is Malthus's wishful thinking. Using the life of Zenas and the outbreak of the Undead Scourge as bait, he lures Claire into destroying the core of the Scourge and teaming up with Gloria to set a vicious Blood Lake trap.

Once Claire transforms into an undead, it means that he loses his qualification as the Chosen One. At that time, neither the upper echelons of the Soul Seat nor the Eagle Scepter will choose a waste that is destined to be unable to hold the throne high!

But the only surprise was that I didn't expect to attract Charlotte, an unstable factor.

After figuring out the principle of this Blood Lake trap, Charlotte was so angry that she trembled and smoked!

For truth-seekers like him and Claire, who are bent on pursuing their roots, not being able to move forward is simply the cruelest punishment of life and death.

Charlotte, in particular, is under the pressure of Lu Sien, the Faceless One, the gods, the fate line, etc., and he can only fight if he holds up his own throne as soon as possible. But now Malthus's approach is undoubtedly to push himself to a dead end.

If you really become a necromancy, then you might as well die!

"Very well!" Charlotte laughed angrily, "Malthus, you have succeeded in provoking me!"

He had an angry and dangerous smile on his face, but his crimson eyes were cold and ruthless, and the pale golden runes were bright and uncertain at the bottom of his pupils, making him look as cold as a ruthless god's mansion!

"Hmph, let's wait until you get to the middle of the lake!" Malthus sneered.

"That's the end of the!" Gloria interrupted the conversation in a proud tone, "I warned you a long time ago, right? How? Are you going to continue?"

Claire looked at the lake of blood behind her, and several of the stone slabs where she landed were cracked by the mechanism, no matter how you looked, the risk of retreating was not necessarily less than moving forward.

"Do we have any other options than to defeat you?" The more angry she became, the more indifferent Claire's voice became.

"And even though you've mastered the mechanism, the Blood Lake is just as great a threat to you, isn't it?" Charlotte smiled, smiling like a predator, "May I warn you, don't play with fire and set yourself on fire!"

"Hmph!" Gloria looked up proudly, "If you can do it, let's try it!"