Upon hearing this, Al was stunned for a moment, then recalled the immediate transformation of corpses after Priest Mok's two divine spells.
He replied with a wry smile, "I'll keep an eye on them."
But the mage in front of him was busy fighting and remained silent.
Al was silent for a moment, his fiery red eyes burning with intense heat. He bowed respectfully to Yun Wei, then walked toward the Vatican members who were waiting behind him.
...
Yun Wei was concentrating on dealing with the four-meter-tall, obese giant.
The other person's body seemed to be pieced together from countless corpse fragments, flowing with a foul-smelling, purulent fluid. The road it had traversed was left with a large pool of yellowish-green grease, slippery and greasy, yet difficult to ignite.
His water chains could only bind the opponent in place, but were difficult to cause effective damage.
Not only water magic, but no elemental magic could inflict any threatening damage on this mountain of corpses; the greasy wax blocked all elements.
As for physical damage, it goes without saying that even the sharpest blade piercing its plump body is like a spoon poking into solidified sesame candy; it will only be stuck firmly in the rotten fat and cannot be pulled out at all.
Meanwhile, the enemy continued to swing their three-meter-long giant hammer as they struggled. Each forward lunge knocked down and pushed back two or three valiant soldiers, tearing a large hole in what had been a relatively solid defensive line.
The situation reached a stalemate, and Yun Wei sighed silently.
It was obvious that the giant pieced together from corpses was definitely not an undead creature. It showed no signs of intelligent life and only knew how to charge forward blindly. Furthermore, he did not sense any power of contract or undead energy from it.
He forcefully pulled the ever-approaching mountain of rotting flesh away again, the body parts hissing under the pressure of the water chain, and a sudden spray of yellowish-green, foul-smelling liquid splattered out, making the azure water shield in front of him filthy.
Yun Wei frowned in disgust, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the grass puppet that had been chopped down beside him.
Yes, this mountain of corpses, like the straw monster, is like a puppet being controlled by someone.
Wait, a puppet...
Yun Wei suddenly thought of something. He paused for a moment, held his breath, and released his spiritual power.
The mental power of a seventh-level archmage is terrifying; in an instant, it covered the battlefield within a fifty-meter radius around him, but was restricted by the dense fog in front of him.
The actions of both sides seemed to be slowed down infinitely, and even the tiny droplets they spat out when they shouted battle were clearly visible under the insight of mental power.
Yun Wei indeed discovered that both the grass puppets and the giants had a jet-black thread extending into the thick fog from their bodies—
This is the mental power of the manipulator!
And the other party's location couldn't be too far from them. Yun Wei observed the downward arc of the black spiritual energy threads and roughly estimated that it was about thirty meters away.
After all, a seventh-level archmage like him could only cover a battlefield fifty meters away with his mental power. But his opponent was completely unaware of his probing, so compared to that, his opponent's mental power was at most around level five.
He blinked, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his head.
After a brief discussion, it seemed feasible.
Make a decisive decision without hesitation.
A light mist seemed to spread out from beneath Yun Wei's feet. This place was already close to the dense fog nearby, and everyone was fighting hard, so they just assumed that the enemy had intensified their attack and didn't pay much attention to it.
In just a few breaths, Yun Wei had already entered the thick fog under the cover of the 'Hidden Fog'. He carefully and quickly moved forward, avoiding an area-of-effect spell cast by a student.
Where he had stood before, stood a "Yun Wei" who looked exactly like him, manipulating the water chains at his fingertips to re-bind the broken-off Corpse Mountain Giant.
If you were to get close enough to observe "Yun Wei" closely, you would discover that his eyes were an azure blue, like water.
This is the first level four spell that Yun Wei learned by copying the table: "Water Puppet".
At the time, he was secretly in love with Isaac, and in a state of near-obsession, he actually learned the spell.
Yun Wei, interpreting the spell literally, initially thought it created an elemental creature to fight for him. However, after studying it more deeply, he discovered that it actually replicated himself in place.
The puppet can use water magic of level four or lower under his control. Of course, he still needs to provide the magic power required.
This spell is theoretically very powerful, but very few people may master it because the conditions for casting it are too demanding. It requires continuous guidance and must be supported by extremely strong mental power.
Powerful mages above the level of Archmage can usually cast two level 5 or higher water spells simultaneously using techniques like simultaneous casting, so they don't even bother with this spell.
For the two reasons mentioned above, "Water Puppet" should have been one of the most practical spells in water magic, but due to its extremely demanding entry requirements and lackluster later practice, few people have tried it, and it has eventually become a rather unpopular spell.
In times of emergency, expediency is necessary—this was the idea Yun Wei came up with on the spot. He had to keep it a secret from everyone and take a "capture the king first" approach.
If they wait for the second or even the third mountain of corpses to reach the front lines, their already precarious defensive line will surely be completely breached.
Countless zombies surrounded him, howling and staggering toward the position behind him. Yun Wei could even smell the stench of decay on them and see the bloody mess on their necks.
The nearest zombie almost brushed past him.
Yun Wei held his breath and, under the cover of the 'Hidden Mist,' tiptoed toward the starting point of the black threads.
He stopped when he was about five meters away. Before him was a giant of corpses, taking a nap with its eyes closed, snoring loudly with a yellowish-green stench.
The tangled strands of spiritual energy were like electromagnetic fields converging at their extreme points, suggesting that the mastermind behind it all was hiding behind this mountain of corpses, waiting to be dispatched.
Yun Wei crouched down and silently approached his target. Through the greasy crevices beside him, he saw the other's true face.
This was a middle-aged man with gray hair, dressed in a black robe, and with a sleazy appearance. His facial features were very compact, like a dried-up walnut.
Yun Wei heard him muttering to himself, "Hmm, this is different from the intelligence we received before... They're so well-trained, they must be the main force..."
"We've already delayed them for so long, we should be able to fulfill that person's request..."
"Those knights are quite robust, they must be a rare delicacy. I'll capture them, hehehehe..."
That dry, lewd laugh, like the hooting of an owl in a midnight graveyard, sent chills down Yun Wei's spine. He silently pulled out his most reliable weapon from his undead space—
The long-handled umbrella that once wielded its power in Golden Oak Lane.
At extremely close range, the fluctuations of necromantic power alerted the man in black robes. He gripped the staff at his side tightly, and the death crystal at its tip continuously shot out ominous black light.
He shouted loudly, "Who is it? Who's there?"
The thick fog in front of me billowed and surged, blocking out all sound, and everything seemed normal.
After searching, they found nothing.
The man in black robes sniffed around nervously in the foul-smelling, poisonous cloud of corpses, but found nothing unusual.
"This is really strange. I'd better hurry up and finish this up."
He muttered to himself and turned away.
Then she met the eyes of the handsome, quiet man holding an umbrella.
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