Elias felt his scalp tingle, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up one by one.
No time to hesitate. He activated 【Moon Vision】 and 【Darkvision】 in a stacked sequence.
His spirituality spread out like invisible tentacles, centered on him and surging wildly in all directions until his detection range was stretched to its absolute limit.
The good news was that there were no suspicious creatures in the vicinity.
The bad news was that there were no suspicious creatures in the vicinity.
“This is ridiculous...”
Elias cursed under his breath.
When you were in the backyard of a grim convent and it was so quiet that there wasn't even the chirp of an insect, it didn't mean you were safe.
It meant something big was about to go down.
The feedback from his spiritual perception remained dead silent, yielding nothing.
However, Elias’s gaze was locked firmly onto the dilapidated gravedigger's hut ahead.
With the enhancement of his visual spells, he could clearly see a faint, dark green wisp of dark erosion energy slowly seeping out from the gap beneath the hut's door.
It was as if some rotting creature was slowly exhaling.
Deep in his mind, Old Ed finally ended his long silence.
“Go in and see what's happening.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Elias took a deep breath.
He lightened his steps, moving toward the hut's door as if walking on thin ice.
His right hand skillfully reached behind his waist.
The heavy revolver dropped into his palm.
With a thought, 【Moonlight Enchantment】 activated.
Intricate and mysterious silver patterns, like living vines, instantly crawled across the cold barrel.
Then, his index finger flicked the cylinder.
The radiance bullet he had purchased from the black market was precisely aligned with the firing position.
At the same time, his other hand gripped The Roaring Cane tightly.
If anything jumped out, he would immediately stack resonance and grant the opponent a “physical transcendence.”
“Keep an eye on things out here.”
Elias tilted his chin toward John in mid-air.
John caught the meaning instantly and quickly drifted around the perimeter of the hut.
Elias stood before the wooden door, holding his breath.
His free left elbow slammed forward.
The crudely made wooden door let out a tooth-grinding screech as it was violently shoved open.
The moment the door opened, a faint scent of blood mixed with dense dark erosion energy rushed toward him.
Elias instinctively narrowed his eyes, his gun pointing directly into the room.
However.
To his surprise, the interior of the room was empty.
Under the scan of his dual visual spells, there were no invisible monsters hiding in the shadows, nor any illusory creations meant to deceive the eye.
There were only a few pieces of broken furniture and scattered debris all over the floor.
“Damn it.”
Old Ed muttered in his mind, his tone carrying a rare hint of gravity.
“These lingering traces... it seems someone has performed necromancy here.”
“Necromancy?”
Elias frowned.
“Is it those Hand of Necromancy people?”
The old man began to perform a logical deduction in Elias’s head.
“Either that, or...”
“Get over here!”
Just as Old Ed was halfway through his sentence, John’s shout came from outside.
“There are undead creatures!”
Old Ed immediately provided the alternative conclusion.
Elias’s lip twitched.
“Undead in a convent?”
“I have to say, it’s both perfectly logical and completely absurd!”
While frantically complaining in his mind, he quickly scanned his surroundings.
After confirming there were no valuable clues in the room, he immediately turned and rushed out of the hut.
The logic was actually quite clear.
Lily of the Valley Convent was the territory of the Life Scholars.
Normally, these white-clad angels who specialized in healing and life alchemy were at the opposite extreme of the summoner-type mages from the Hand of Necromancy.
There absolutely shouldn't be anyone from the Hand of Necromancy wandering around here.
However, these two schools with completely different vibes happened to both be devout believers of the Mother Goddess of Destiny.
It was like two competing departments under the same massive monopoly corporation.
The Life Scholars were busy saving the dying and healing the wounded.
The Hand of Necromancy focused on the study of necromancy.
And the lives that the Life Scholars couldn't save were naturally all buried in the cemetery behind the convent.
To the Hand of Necromancy, wasn't this place basically a raw material warehouse?!
In a place like this, it only took a tiny spark of necromancy.
And the result... was simply unimaginable.
When Elias rushed to John’s side, the scene before him made him gasp.
In the cemetery, several burial mounds that should have been flat were now a mess, with soil flying everywhere.
In the scattered dirt, several dilapidated wooden coffins were exposed.
The heavy coffin lids were either thrown aside or shattered into several pieces from the middle.
There were even hair-raising claw marks remaining on the jagged edges.
Dense dark erosion energy was pouring continuously out of these empty coffins.
Clearly, the “tenants” of these coffins had been subjected to some powerful magical summons, forcing them to claw through the wood and dig their way out of the earth.
He had to say...
Elias looked at those deep pits.
Even with magical enhancement, these zombies were quite determined...
“We have to speed up.”
John hovered nearby, his illusory face filled with unprecedented seriousness.
“This is definitely no accident.”
“Someone must have used a form of necromancy here.”
He pointed a translucent finger at the dark green energy lingering in the coffins.
“Look at the concentration of this dark erosion energy.”
“The level of the zombies awakened is definitely not low.”
“To be able to pull up an elite undead squad all at once means the caster is no small figure.”
John stared at the pits, his mind working at high speed as he began to reconstruct the situation.
“No wonder there isn't a single living soul left in such a large convent.”
“Looking at it now, they’ve either all been torn apart by these zombies...”
“...or someone proactively moved the battlefield away during the fight.”
“After all, this place is full of dead bodies.”
“Fighting the Hand of Necromancy in a graveyard is a death wish.”
“The more you fight, the more enemies appear. Who could withstand that?”
John quickly arrived at the most logical conclusion.
“Do whatever you need to do, quickly!”
Old Ed also urged him in his mind.
“This place is a powder keg that could explode at any moment!”
Elias’s movements were faster than their speech.
Just as John began analyzing the situation, Elias had already decisively set down his tactical backpack.
Without hesitation, he pulled out the folding shovel he had prepared.
By the time Old Ed started urging him, the digging tool was already unfolded in his hands.
“Cut the chatter!”
Elias held the shovel in one hand.
“Where exactly is your grave?!”
John was startled by this sudden burst of momentum and instinctively drifted to a moss-covered headstone not far away, pointing downward.
“It... it’s right here.”
Before the words had even finished.
Elias didn't say another word.
The 【Wind-Chaser Boots】 on his ankles activated, and he blurred like a ghost to the front of the headstone.
His speed was faster than you could say “speak of the devil.”
He stood firm, lowered his waist, and exerted force!
Elias gripped the shovel handle with both hands, his movements as fluid as water without a single pause.
Soil flew backward like a fountain.
An ordinary shovel was swung so fast it whistled through the air.
After all, with his enhanced physical body, his digging efficiency had long surpassed that of normal humans.
“Wait, why are you so proficient at this?!”
John floated in the air, the ghost completely stunned.
“You have the nerve to ask?!”
Elias complained while swinging the shovel.
“If I don't hurry up, the corpse is going to crawl out on its own with that precious containment object in its gut.”
“I don't want to say hello to that rotting face of yours!”
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