Just as the Lord of Skeletons let out a soul-stirring roar and his mighty power swept across the swamp, the thick fog at the edge of the Witch Dragon Lake was torn open by the violent energy turbulence.
The four members of Mark's team, including Mu, were like four shadows blending into the storm.
Under the cover of the bleak green miasma and dark red lightning, it silently passed the last distance and landed steadily on the strange land with a dark golden luster at the edge of the island.
“Hiss!” Enzo gasped as he landed, his muscles beneath his mithril breastplate instantly tensing. “The magical energy field in this damn place… is over ten times stronger than in the swamp! It feels like falling into a pool of sticky asphalt!”
Anna's face was solemn, and she gripped her elven longbow tightly. Her sharp gaze pierced through the chaotic energy storm and quickly scanned the island. "Altar! Six high platforms of bones! In the center... another dragon-shaped skeleton monster?!"
There was a hint of barely concealed horror in her voice.
Previously, she almost died in the poisonous fog swamp while trying to force back the Asian dragon Spencer. Now, seeing a dragon-shaped skeleton, Anna was instinctively frightened from the bottom of her heart.
"If it's not a dragon, then what is it? Wasn't that already determined when Mark got the mission?" Enzo scoffed at Anna's performance. "I say, skinny guy, you're not scared, are you?"
"You're the one who's scared!"
The two have been accustomed to bickering since they met, but Mark and Monica don't care much.
Monica's figure merged into the shadows again the moment she landed, and like a wave of water, she passed by the crowd and approached the altar.
After reaching a sufficient distance, the sight under the hood immediately locked onto the pitch-black skeleton beast in the center of the island that was devouring the filthy life essence, and the two figures on the platform that exuded a terrifying aura.
Mark endured the lingering pain in his head and the feeling of weakness from overdrawing his magic power. He held the cross necklace tightly in his hand, and his magic power flowed through his body with difficulty, maintaining a weak [Holy Light Healing ■] field.
He also saw the heart-wrenching scene, especially the dark golden fire that occasionally burst out from the eyes of the Lord of Skeletons, which made him instinctively feel a sense of fear.
That is the natural aura and pressure of higher-level creatures over lower-level creatures!
"Xiao Mu, sense at the maximum range and confirm the guards and traps!" Mark whispered.
“Mmm~!”
Xiao Mu's four pairs of wings of different colors flapped slightly. Under the cover of holy light and "seven-colored black light", the invisible power of the stars spread rapidly like water waves.
This is also a skill that Enzo specifically experimented with after understanding Xiao Mu's situation.
Xiaomu's wings can use the characteristics of corresponding magic.
The two pairs of black and white wings correspond to darkness and holy light magic, or Mark's magic, which has the properties of purification, expulsion, devouring, stagnation and curse.
The gray-blue wings correspond to the magic of the dead, and possess the characteristics of aging and immortality.
The Wings of Stars correspond to the star magic within the star and moon magic, and possess spatial properties such as positioning and foresight.
It would be most appropriate for Xiao Mu to investigate whether there are any hidden troops of the Qizhi Society on this island.
After a few seconds, Xiaomu's pink eyes flashed with confusion. He used his tentacles to draw circles on the ground, indicating what he felt to everyone: "Mmm...Mmm? (On the island... except for the altar and the tent... there is nothing... Xiaomu can't quite feel it...)"
"No guards? Only four?" Enzo tapped his breastplate with a small hammer, making a dull clang. His eyes were filled with vigilance. "Would Qizhi be so arrogant? Or... is there something wrong with this shabby island itself?"
Monica appeared beside Mark like a ghost, her hood slightly raised. After looking at the diagram drawn by Xiao Mu, she nodded in confirmation and said:
"Xiao Mu's perception is correct. There are indeed four people. However, only two are from the Enlightenment Society, and the other two are from the Holy Light Church."
Mark and the others naturally didn't know that while they were still conducting the mutation on the outskirts of the island, the members of the Enlightenment Society who were originally scattered in various altars had already sacrificed themselves for the great cause.
However, no matter how many people there are in the Enlightenment Society, it is not an easy task for Mark's team to deal with.
Because after Monica synchronized the information of the two people on the altar with them, they knew that it would be difficult to start with the hard dish today.
Attributes of the werewolf at the center of the altar:
[Name: Warwick Bennett (Werewolf Form) (VII)]
[Occupation: Dark-Light Mutated Werewolf]
[Level: LV.68]
[Skills: Wolf King Body, Claw of Annihilation, Dark Sky, Holy Light Enhancement, Werewolf Reincarnation]
[Note: This special mutated monster is transformed by fusing the Puppet Soul with the Phantom Wolf King. It has special resistance to attacks of darkness and holy light attributes.]
The properties of the Argonian on another altar:
[Name: Spencer Canberra (Bone Armored Argonian Form) (VII)]
[Occupation: Dark Light Bone Armored Dragonman]
[Level: LV.61]
[Skills: Ambidextrous Bone Armor, Skeleton Shaping, Dragon Breath, Dragon Blood Body, Holy Light Healing]
[Note: This special monster is transformed by fusing the knight's body with the dragon's skeleton. It has special resistance to attacks of darkness and holy light attributes.]
Monica's identification skills have now improved. Even if the opponent is not a Warcraft, she can still identify the opponent's skill information through rough identification from a long distance.
This time, neither Warwick nor Spence seemed to use any hidden props, and the information of the two was presented to Mark's team without reservation.
"Two monsters, their levels far surpass ours. Werewolf Warwick, level 68; Argonian Spence, level 61. Their skills... are all tough, and they have special resistance to darkness and holy light."
She glanced at Enzo intently, "Enzo, your dark magic will be much less effective in front of them, and might even be exploited."
Just the level 61 dragon man Spin, when Mark's team first mutated, was unable to break through his defense.
Now there is a werewolf who is higher in rank than Spin.
If Monica guessed correctly, the source of Warwick's mutation should be the wolf king in the Wolf Valley.
However, she did not understand why a mere fourth-level wolf king could be transformed directly into a high-level werewolf after being transformed by the Enlightenment Society.
And judging from his skills alone, this werewolf seems to be much more powerful than the dragon man.
At least, it is more proficient in the use of both dark and holy magic than the dragon people.
Enzo used a small hammer to knock on the mithril breastplate that had grown several times larger along with his body. A dull "clang clang" sound came out. His face lost its usual wildness and his brows were furrowed.
"Damn it, rank is the real killer! If I hit them with this hammer, it'd probably just tickle them! I've been asleep for hundreds of years, and now I'm being bullied by a bunch of youngsters!"
Anna gripped the elven longbow tightly, her knuckles turning white:
"Monica and I... our transformations aren't complete yet, so we don't have enough strength. Xiao Mu also..."
She glanced at Xiao Mu, who was floating on Mark's shoulder with his four pairs of wings fluttering slightly.
The latter made a worried "mumm" sound.
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