"What?"
Phil Gray touched it and, sure enough, there were fine fuzz on it. His heart skipped a beat.
Was it caused by fresh blood?
“These zombies are usually infected with some kind of pollution. After you return to the human world, you can ask the people of the Cult of Dawn to help you get rid of them,” Leopold said. “As for now, you can use your divine power to temporarily control their spread.”
"All right."
It's not surprising that members of the Cult of Dawn can remove the pollution brought by the undead. If this giant skeleton weren't there, I could have used the burning skill directly.
However, his divine power is composed of three divine powers: fate, death, and dawn. If used, it should inherently contain the effect of one of them.
Could that be removed without being detected by the large skeleton behind?
After thinking for a moment, Phil Gray focused his divine power on his face, and sure enough, he saw a layer of green downy hair fall off his face.
"Huh? This zombie's contamination is so easy to remove?" Leopold asked in surprise.
“I don’t know either.” Phil Gray shook his head and continued walking forward, this time being more careful, glancing up every now and then to see if there were any undead that defied gravity.
After walking for a while, he heard a creaking sound.
Suddenly, dozens of skeletons appeared to the side. The spirit fire in their eye sockets was no longer ghostly blue, but grayish-black, as if a colorful painting had turned into black and white.
They charged forward, wielding bone swords and shields. Phil Gray's eyes flashed, and he first hid behind Leopold, then took out white gloves from his spatial storage. Immediately afterward, a greatsword burning with the flames of the sun illuminated the surroundings.
Leopold was struggling to deal with these skeletons, which lacked intelligence and couldn't even recognize their own kind. They were also quite troublesome, and their numbers seemed limitless; after defeating ten, dozens more emerged from the void.
The appearance of the Blazing Sun Sword caught Leopold's attention. He felt an instinctive unease, but was pleasantly surprised to find that the skeletons dispersed and did not reappear.
"A skill from the Dawn Cult? How do you have it?" he asked curiously.
Phil Gray returned a smile. "This is another skill bestowed upon me by the God of Death, the Right Hand of the Dead... As for this Blazing Sun Sword, I obtained it from a demoted elder of the Cult of Dawn..."
He explained in detail, and then suddenly thought that the way these Death God believers openly used other gods' skills could all be attributed to Death's Right Hand.
He seemed to be deep in thought.
"It sounds like your skill is amazing. However, when I was still in the mortal realm, I remember the Dawn Cult was cunning and treacherous, deliberately leaving tracking marks on their corpses after they died. I wonder if it's still the same after all these centuries? Are you currently being hunted by them?" Leopold asked with a smile.
"Yes, but I accidentally saved their holy son. The holy son forgave my offense against the elder's corpse, and they stopped pursuing me."
That's not all; he also became the Holy Son of the Dawn Cult, but we can't say more about that.
They chatted as they continued forward, their path shrouded in the flames of the Blazing Sun Sword. They encountered several groups of undead, but each group only launched a probing attack before falling silent.
Phil Gray, supported by the Death Stone, can maintain the state of the Sunblade indefinitely, but the skill itself has limitations; the glove on the right hand of the dead can only be worn for three hours.
What happens if this time limit is exceeded?
But after thinking about it, he took off his gloves three hours earlier; he didn't want to risk his life by trying something so dangerous.
If it weren't for the intervention of the god of fate when he gazed at the sun last time, he would not only have gone blind, but his soul would have been burned to ashes by the sun's flames.
As soon as he took his gloves back, the temperature in the entire corridor dropped a few degrees, and the surrounding environment became gloomy again.
"Has your skill reached its limit? Don't worry, watch me now." Leopold gripped his bone sword tightly. His bone sword was thicker and heavier than that of ordinary skeletons, with various intricate patterns and textures on it, and some black crystals were embedded in the hilt.
Without the light of the Blazing Sun Sword, the undead became unrestrained, and a swarm of bats pounced on them.
Leopold snorted and brandished his bone sword. "We'll fight back as we go. These undead are endless; we can't expect to wipe them out completely before we continue!"
"good."
Phil Gray quickened his pace, with Leopold sweeping away the attacks of bats and the newly arrived ghosts behind him.
“Ghosts, I wonder if that old guy’s stuff will work…” Leopold muttered, then produced a black ribbon from who-knows-where. As soon as the black ribbon appeared, all the ghosts’ eyes were drawn to it.
"Hehe, looks like it's still somewhat useful."
He tossed the ribbon behind him, and the ghosts pounced on it like vicious dogs seeing raw meat. All the newly appearing, endless stream of ghosts stopped chasing them and joined the army vying for the ribbon.
Leopold felt much less pressure and walked away, scattering the bats around him.
“What is that?” Phil Gray asked.
How could such a small ribbon attract so many ghosts?
“Hehe, that ribbon originated from a ghost queen from a long time ago. She left that ribbon after her fall. Perhaps influenced by her death, the ribbon became a sacred object. However, not all sacred objects are useful. The only function of this ribbon is that it has a fatal attraction to ghosts. Back then, even that old guy couldn't resist this attraction, so he specially entrusted it to me for safekeeping.” Leopold said as he continued to kill wave after wave of bats that had just appeared.
"I see. By the way, Mr. Frank didn't give me anything about his things. He returned to the human world. How can I summon him back?"
"Don't worry about that. He must know I have many of his collections. When we get to the mortal realm, I'll just give you one of them. By the way, when you're summoning, if you know the name of the undead, the chances of summoning that specific undead will be much higher. Just recite it a few times," Leopold explained.
"Wow, there are just too many undead!"
Phil Gray sighed as they jogged along, the undead constantly surging forth, fighting almost non-stop.
Although these undead are just the lowest-level undead minions, with only one or two leaders or general-level undead occasionally, their sheer number makes them annoying.
When will it arrive?
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