The piercing scream was so terrifying, like an iron spoon accidentally scraping the bottom of a pot, or a fingernail suddenly splitting while erasing a blackboard, that everyone present couldn't help but be drawn to the source of the sound.
Everyone stared intently and saw that the child who had been held in his mother's arms had now completely transformed into a monkey-like monster, biting and chewing viciously on the peasant woman's neck.
Its sharp fingernails gleamed with a cold, black light, and large patches of dark lividity appeared on its exposed skin. The peasant woman lay helplessly on the muddy ground, her limbs twitching uncontrollably, her eyes bulging, and her disheveled blonde hair was soaked with the blood and foam that kept gushing from her mouth.
The relentless chewing sounds and the pungent smell of blood left everyone momentarily stunned.
"ah--"
Finally, when the "monkey" with its mouth full of blood turned its head, a girl closest to them screamed in terror, breaking the eerie scene that seemed to stand still.
"Hey, little guy, calm down!" The silver-armored knight who had been protecting the mother and child behind him had not yet recovered from the shock. He bent down and tried to calm El Niño, who had become completely zombified.
As if hearing his call, those blood-red eyes immediately turned to him.
“Yes, just like that, come over here to your brother…” He slowly approached the child sitting on the peasant woman who no longer showed any signs of life.
The other onlookers were about to breathe a sigh of relief.
But the next moment, a dark shadow flashed, and the Corpse Child viciously lunged at the knight's exposed neck, which was covered by his silver armor. Its sharp claws pierced his skull, like a tarantula leaping onto its prey.
"Ugh! Oh, help!" The burly knight struggled with all his might, trying to throw the monster off his neck to the ground, but to no avail.
Yun Wei coldly watched the scene before him, but immediately released a water shield spell on the people around him.
"Back off quickly!" he whispered. "That corpse child's speed and explosive power are too unpredictable. We must create distance first. Vivian, cast Mud Swamp on them. Baler, stand behind me. Brother Xie, Isaac, try not to engage them in close combat."
He stared intently at the two who were still locked in a fierce struggle, while calmly and quickly making arrangements.
“Hmm.” Vivian’s face turned pale, but she did not hesitate after hearing this and immediately began to sing, “The dew is clear, the water is full, the muddy pool is murky, causing the swift hooves of the approaching horse to stop here.”
In an instant, a deep blue magic circle took shape, and filthy mud surged up from the ground before them, enveloping the dead peasant woman, the struggling knight, and the horrifying corpse child. Surrounded by the mud formed by water magic, the knight and the corpse child's movements visibly slowed down.
"Al, attack their heads! They must be killed immediately!" Yun Wei turned his head and shouted to the red-haired knight on the other side of the battlefield.
He could have unleashed three water arrows right now to pierce those three heads, but he didn't want to bear the troublesome consequences that would follow.
Harming a Knight of Light in full view of the public is a grave crime that the Holy See cannot forgive!
“No, perhaps they can still be saved…” Al murmured. He didn’t know how things had turned out this way. He subconsciously turned to the priest Mok, who was sitting on the ground, for help. “Mok, try a wide-range divine spell.”
"Yes, Your Excellency." The priest, tears streaming down his face, frantically gestured to his chest in supplication for divine favor, but this time he instantly unleashed a level two wide-range divine spell. This was 'Divine Prayer,' capable of dispelling all negative effects caused by magic.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment. In the silent chanting, a sacred white light shone down, blinding everyone present. The muddy ground melted away like ice and snow, quickly returning to its original state.
After the dazzling white light dissipated, Mok looked up expectantly, only to see three pairs of crimson eyes staring at him fiercely and brutally. Following his solemn and majestic divine spell, not only the child, but also the peasant woman and the knight instantly transformed into zombies.
"Help, help me!" Moke fell backward to the ground, disregarding his image, and cried out for help. A hot, foul smell came from between his legs, and he urinated on the spot.
Just then, Yun Wei, unable to bear it any longer, made his move.
"Water Chains!"
Three azure chains snaked out from the slowly rotating magic circle at his fingertips, splashing water as they firmly bound the three zombies that were poised to attack.
While the peasant woman and the knight were still struggling in a daze, the corpse child raised its head and let out a piercing scream towards the gloomy sky.
"Do it." Yun Wei said to Al expressionlessly. Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, his words once again turned into sharp blades, executing his former follower—
He sneered and slowly said, "He and she didn't have to die."
It was your indecisiveness that killed them.
Even though Yun Wei didn't continue speaking, Al understood what the other party wanted to express from that silent condemnation in his gaze.
His lips trembled as he raised the greatsword in his hand, closed his eyes in anguish, and swung it at the monsters bound by water chains.
The head and body are separated, and the melon falls from the vine when it is ripe.
With the sound of two sharp blades slicing through bone, the heads of two large zombies were cleanly severed and rolled toward the crowd, stopping amidst the screams of the students in terror.
The headless body slumped heavily forward, like a sack full of fruits and vegetables falling to the ground, with dark, dirty blood slowly seeping out from the severed neck.
The farce is gradually coming to an end.
But when it was the corpse child's turn to be executed, a strange change occurred—
The Corpse Child, just as the sword blade was about to strike, tore off the water chains that bound it tightly, nimbly dodging the fatal blow. It roared angrily, stepping on the sword blade that was still embedded in the mud, and lunged towards Yun Wei.
With its two hands, each with its own black fingernails crossed in front of it, it launched a deadly sneak attack on the black-haired youth who had been ordering others to kill it.
"Clang—" A sound of metal striking metal rang out.
Just as it was about to strike the opponent's face, its fingernails collided with a large sword that was firmly blocking the man's path, sparks flying.
It turned out that a tall, brown-haired knight had stepped forward and blocked its sneak attack.
Seeing that its attack had missed, it didn't linger and turned to flee into the thick fog behind it. Its limbs trampled on the group of still-stunned older students along its escape path, scratching several more in an instant.
Isaac sheathed his greatsword, glanced coldly at the still-stunned red-haired knight, and finally curled his lip in disdain before looking away.
At this moment, the group of senior nobles, who were already in chaos, started arguing—
A mocking sneer appeared on Yun Wei's face. He turned his head and quietly looked at the two headless corpses lying on the ground.
This time, he didn't need to say anything more.
When the selfish nobles' own safety was threatened, they acted decisively and swiftly carried out the executions from within. Not far away, amidst cries and roars, the ripples of magic and martial energy clashing echoed before quickly subsiding.
In an instant, the stench of decay mingled with the stench of blood, and the sky grew increasingly gloomy.
Everyone fell silent, and everyone's face was grim.
The arrogant Imperial Guard officer, his back to the thick fog, prepared to end this unforgettable "expedition" and immediately break camp and return to the city. Things had progressed far beyond his expectations; among the dead nobles was even the heir to a count's fiefdom…
He didn't know how to explain himself, and he couldn't imagine how he would bear the wrath of that sinister red-haired king.
With a bitter expression, he stood on the high mound of earth, raised his arm to draw his sword, and was about to speak when blood, still wet from his cut thumb, began to flow from the edge of the scabbed wound.
"laugh--"
A clump of grayish-white straw suddenly emerged from the thick fog behind him, like a rough braid, mercilessly piercing his chest.
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