“O Holy Light, I beseech your protection...”
Behind them, Bishop Miles was chanting, his voice resonant and devout, carrying a solemnity that made one instinctively quiet down.
“Young Master, let me take the lead.”
Thomas gripped his Black Spear, his expression turning grim.
There was a gray mist monster ahead radiating the aura of the Gold rank; he could not afford to be anything less than fully prepared.
Leon and the others stepped into the tide of monsters. The mist-dispelling effect of the small Gray Mist Barrier cleared a void of clean air around them, repelling the fog.
The moment the void enveloped a monster at the very back of the tide, the pressure radiating from that Bronze rank creature plummeted.
Like a fish suddenly taken from its familiar waters, it became disoriented and lost.
Thomas’s black spear swept out in a simple arc. He didn’t even trigger his battle qi, relying solely on his physical strength to pierce its head, turning it into mangled flesh and ash.
While the efficiency of this clearing was impressive, the gray mist monsters were simply too numerous, blanketing the area. As soon as Thomas cleared one, more monsters surged from the sides to fill the gap.
Seeing this, Thomas stopped wasting his strength and waited for Bishop Miles to finish his divine spell incantation.
The moment Bishop Miles’s chanting ceased, a mountain of mental energy erupted from him.
Then, a faint glow appeared—weaker than a firefly, not even as bright as a common kerosene lamp—like a morning star dropped by the God of Sacred Light.
The glow moved with a steady, unstoppable grace, slowly brushing past Leon’s group and sinking into the tide of monsters ahead.
Where the glow passed, the dim light acted like a gentle breeze, enveloping the four monsters at the very rear.
In that instant, their movements froze. Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, they spontaneously "retreated" from the area covered by the light.
Once they left the glow, the savage, violent expressions on the monsters' faces vanished instantly, replaced by a look of devout solemnity, as if they had become fanatical converts who had completely surrendered to the Holy Light.
Leon recognized it: this was the Gold rank divine spell, 【Holy Light Conversion】.
Its effect was utterly domineering, capable of forcibly overriding the will of living beings. For those with weak minds, it could even permanently twist their beliefs, making them devoutly convert to the Holy Light.
“Move!”
Seeing the monsters ahead clear a path, Thomas didn’t hesitate. He gave a sharp command and started forward.
Protected by the 【Holy Light Conversion】, they waded through the tide of tens of thousands of monsters, gradually approaching the barrier outside the device.
The monster radiating the Gold rank aura happened to be directly in the path of the 【Holy Light Conversion】.
However, as the faint light of the spell covered that monster, it wasn't affected by the divine power. Instead, it became even more berserk.
Its crimson eyes fixed on Leon and the others as they approached the barrier, filled with murderous intent.
“Get closer and clear the mist around it!”
Leon spoke quickly, ordering the Falcon warrior in the middle of the group carrying the small Gray Mist Barrier to move forward.
The Falcon warrior did not hesitate. Enduring the killing intent of the Gold rank monster, he took three violent steps forward.
As he completed the steps, the coverage area of the small Gray Mist Barrier expanded to include the Gold rank monster.
However, the expected sight of the gray mist being repelled did not occur.
That Gold rank monster actually used its own strength to resist the small Gray Mist Barrier, forcibly keeping the mist around its body!
Not only that, but this Gold rank monster clearly possessed significant intelligence. Its crimson eyes swept over Leon’s group before suddenly snapping toward Miles at the rear.
“ROAR!!!”
It let out a world-shaking roar that echoed through the entire Viscount’s manor, instantly drawing the attention of the other Gold rank monster within the estate.
“Damn! You mist-born bastards!”
Colin, the captain of the Lionheart Warband, cursed loudly.
“Young Master Leon, leave this monster to the Lionheart Warband! You lot, keep moving!”
As he spoke, Silver rank battle qi erupted from Colin’s body. He led the warriors of the Lionheart Warband into a battle formation, bracing against the Gold rank monster.
Leon didn’t waste the opportunity and immediately gave the order to charge.
The Falcon warrior carrying the small Gray Mist Barrier stepped forward again, fully enveloping the Gold rank monster to weaken its mist-derived power as much as possible.
Colin and his Lionheart warriors didn’t seek to kill the beast; they only aimed to pin it in place with Miles’s support!
Under the combined effects of 【Holy Light Conversion】, Miles’s divine support, the weakening from the small Gray Mist Barrier, and the cover provided by the Lionheart Warband, Leon finally reached the vibrant blue barrier surrounding the device.
“Go in!”
Leon was the first to rush into the barrier.
This magic barrier filtered entrants based on their aura. It would completely block anything with the aura of a gray mist monster, but it offered no resistance to ordinary transcendents.
Leon felt as if he were passing through a hanging film of water, suddenly entering a new world.
The concentration of gray mist inside the barrier was actually higher than outside, further compressing his vision.
While visibility in the mist outside was about ten meters, the visibility inside the barrier was only five or six meters.
“No monsters.”
Thomas entered the barrier with his black spear in hand. After several seconds of vigilant observation, he spoke.
Leon looked back. The Falcon Warband warriors and the noble fodder following them had already entered the barrier.
Outside, seeing that Leon’s group had all made it inside, Colin and the others didn’t dare stay any longer. Under Miles’s cover, they rapidly retreated toward the rear.
“It’s up to you, Young Master Leon!”
Colin shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ryan had praised Leon’s performance in the gray mist to him many times, his words full of admiration: “Some people are born strong. They stay calm in desperate situations and can think of the best solution in an extremely short time. Leon is such a person.”
At the time, Colin had thought: He just lit up a 【Light Prayer】 in the mist, is Ryan really blowing it that much out of proportion?
But now... Colin actually hoped Ryan’s praise was true.
“I can’t hear what you’re saying!”
Leon shouted back at Colin outside the barrier, but Colin couldn’t hear him either. He didn't respond, only giving Leon a thumb’s up.
“...”
It probably wasn't anything important.
Leon had no choice but to comfort himself with that thought.
After all, Colin couldn't be that stupid—he wouldn't be like some character in a drama who holds onto a crucial hint and only says it at the very last second before they're separated.
“Time waits for no one. Let’s go.”
Leon pushed the stray thoughts aside and led the crowd toward the location of the Gray Mist Barrier device.
However, they hadn't walked even fifty meters before Thomas suddenly halted the group.
“Something’s wrong!” Thomas’s brow furrowed as he stared in a certain direction through the mist.
There were over a dozen unusual auras coming from that way.
Seeing his grim expression, Leon immediately called for the others to prepare for battle.
The gray mist wouldn't just invade suddenly, and the Gray Mist Barrier wouldn't just fail for no reason.
The Gray Mist Barrier was located deep within the Viscount’s manor, protected daily by Viscount Clyde, a Gold rank powerhouse.
But Viscount Clyde just happened to be away, and the Gray Mist Barrier just happened to have an issue...
In other words, the Gray Mist Barrier had likely been sabotaged!
And the saboteurs might still be hiding inside to prevent anyone from repairing it.
Leon stared in the direction Thomas had sensed. Sure enough, over a dozen figures emerged from the gray mist.
They wore black robes, their faces painted with blood-red circular patterns, and two intertwined red silk threads were tied around their wrists.
The lead black-robed figure stepped into the range of the small Gray Mist Barrier, raising his hands high with an expression of devout madness.
“The appointed time!”
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