“Doesn't he have any weaknesses?”
Elias muttered loudly in his mind.
This kind of monster that couldn't be killed, couldn't be burned, and even had its sense of pain removed was simply a headache-inducing bullshit boss mechanic.
He couldn't really spend all day in this graveyard wearing the thing down.
Old Ed’s voice sounded steadily through the mental channel.
The old man had clearly observed the spiritual trajectory of the living corpse during the brief exchange just now.
“There is one.”
Old Ed gave a definitive answer.
“Crack his skull open.”
The old man’s tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about opening a tin can.
“The control point for necromancy is mainly concentrated in the head.”
Crack his skull open?
Elias looked at Finn’s face, which was burned beyond recognition.
Then he looked at the other’s muscle mass, which bulged like rock thanks to spell reinforcement.
And then at that sharp knife, ready at any moment to shave off his own head.
The corner of his mouth beneath his mask twitched wildly.
“Right.”
Elias let out a cold laugh in his mind.
“I’m afraid my skull will be cracked open before his is!”
With just this wooden cane in his hand, he was supposed to smash the skull of a reinforced living corpse?
The difficulty was no different from trying to pry open a security door with a toothpick.
“Sss!”
Just as he was complaining wildly in his head...
A burst of unbearable pain exploded from the depths of his brain.
The Soul Screams side effect of The Roaring Cane had arrived as scheduled.
This stinging pain came violently and overbearingly.
Elias’s vision blurred instantly, and the scenery before him began to double.
But accompanied by this pain that struck directly at his soul...
The absurd hallucinations caused by the dream demon curse finally faded temporarily.
The twisted tombstones became upright again.
The weird moon emoji smiley face in the sky also vanished.
His vision regained a brief clarity.
But now was absolutely not the time to hold his head and take a breather.
The heavy footsteps of the living corpse Finn had already approached him.
Even with a splitting headache, Elias’s body made the most instinctive tactical response.
Without a word...
He directly raised his right hand, which was gripping the revolver.
He leveled the barrel, aiming it at Finn’s head, which was burning with Moonfire.
A radiance bullet shot out from the chamber, trailing a piercing flash of fire.
The bullet tore through the air, heading straight for the living corpse’s brow.
This shot was both fast and ruthless.
However...
The living corpse, whose movements had originally become sluggish due to the burning, displayed an astonishing combat instinct at this moment.
Finn’s arm snapped up.
The unnamed sharp knife in his hand traced an afterimage in mid-air, accurately blocking the bullet’s flight path.
The sound of metal clashing exploded.
The moment the radiance bullet struck that unnamed sharp knife...
Not only did the holy energy contained within the bullet fail to explode...
But it instead seemed to trigger some kind of switch.
A burst of dark red arcane light suddenly erupted from the surface of the knife.
This light carried a thick scent of blood.
Immediately following...
Elias felt a strange vibration travel through the muddy soil and directly up from the soles of his feet.
In his mind...
【Malice Perception】 warned that a lethal danger was taking shape beneath him.
Elias didn't have time to think.
His legs exerted sudden force.
Using the thrust of the Wind-Chaser Boots, he immediately jumped high and backward.
The moment his feet left the ground...
The dense sound of soil being forcibly torn apart rang out.
A row of thick, dark red, eerie thorns abruptly pierced out from the soil where he had just been standing.
The surfaces of these thorns were covered in sharp barbs.
The tips of the thorns emitted spiritual fluctuations identical to Finn’s when he was alive.
It was like a weapon watered with Finn’s blood and soul.
He was just a hair’s breadth away.
These barbed thorns would have turned Elias into a human strainer.
However...
Although this underground surprise attack was fierce...
Because Elias had jumped decisively, he narrowly dodged it.
Seemingly limited by the spell’s range or the energy stored in the blade...
After these thorns rose from the ground, their length was ultimately limited.
They stopped a few inches below the soles of Elias’s boots.
Like venomous snakes that had lost their target...
They bared their fangs and claws in the air for a moment before retracting back into the ground.
Leaving behind only a row of churned-up mud pits.
Elias’s feet landed, buffering the impact.
Looking at those holes in the ground...
“Earth spikes?!”
“What?”
The old man asked in confusion.
Immediately, he turned his attention back to the spell from just now.
“You mean these red thorns?”
Old Ed asked back, his tone carrying a hint of contemplation.
“This is likely a supernatural property of that knife.”
Relying on his rich experience, the old man quickly reconstructed the weapon’s mechanism.
“I expect the fellow hiding in the shadows used this very thing to kill Finn.”
“While the knife killed Finn, it absorbed a portion of his spirituality and blood.”
“As a result, it can release that absorbed energy in this manner.”
Old Ed reached a conclusion.
“If I’m not mistaken, this should be a modified Thorn Spell from the Necromancy School.”
While the two were communicating, Elias’s hands weren't idle.
He quickly reached into the pocket of his trench coat.
His fingers pulled out several charms from a hidden layer in quick succession.
In this emergency, two hands weren't enough.
He clamped two force field charms directly in his mouth.
Then...
He gripped two warding charms between the fingers of the hand holding the cane.
“I can't stay here long!”
He quickly calculated the state of the battle in his mind.
This was the edge of the cemetery.
If he kept wearing himself out here, these continuous earth spikes alone would grind him down.
As he spoke...
The situation on the perimeter changed.
The Mist Veil Society members who were currently besieging the few Seventh Agency investigators...
Noticed the battle situation here that had failed to be resolved for a long time out of the corners of their eyes.
Finding that the living corpse Finn had actually failed to take down this guy of unknown origin...
Several masked cultists immediately turned their muzzles.
Without hesitation, they added their firepower to this side.
Elias reacted extremely quickly.
He hurriedly shifted the Moonlight Barrier to block.
On the other side...
Although the radiance energy, under the enhancement of the Dragon of Eternity spell, indeed couldn't burn this physically powerful living corpse to death in a short time...
It was by no means useless.
The flames continuously devoured the muscle tissue, greatly affecting the living corpse’s movement speed.
Finn’s movements became increasingly stiff.
To compensate for the disadvantage in speed...
This killing machine began to frequently use the Thorn Spell attached to the knife.
Dark red earth spikes shot out from the soil beneath Elias’s feet again and again.
Forcing him to dodge frantically between tombstones like a flea.
Elias was beyond annoyed.
His stamina was rapidly draining in the continuous evasion.
After dodging another wave of earth spikes...
He gasped for breath, staring at the flaming living corpse.
Suddenly...
He had a sudden flash of inspiration.
This living corpse...
Since it was a killing tool forcibly awakened by necromancy...
It didn't seem to have a strict distinction between friend and foe in its consciousness.
Although it would lock onto him for attacks, it wouldn't care about the objects blocking it.
That was to say...
He could completely use its help?
Elias quickly turned his head, glancing at Luke in the distance.
By now...
The dream demon hallucinations were beginning to return to his senses.
The world before his eyes became a chaotic dance of demons once more.
The withered trees and cold tombstones around him seemed to grow limbs, twisting wildly in the wind.
But when his vision focused on that fellow named Luke...
That guy really seemed to be dancing wildly...
Luke’s body twisted and glided in mid-air in a way that completely defied human ergonomics.
Why the hell are you dancing without music?!
Little did he know...
In the true perspective on Luke’s side, he was actually dodging the barrage of bullets fired by the Seventh Agency investigators with ease and grace.
Those lethal bullets grazed his clothes and flew past, without harming a single hair on his head.
Luke moved with nimble steps.
He looked at the investigators not far away, who had deployed a protective shield at some point and were lingering on behind cover.
Then he turned his head to look at the living corpse Finn, who hadn't been able to kill Elias for a long time and had instead been burned into a man of fire.
His brow furrowed slightly.
Everything seemed to have some discrepancies from the script in his plan.
The battle had dragged on for too long.
Before he could order the Mist Veil Society members—who were lying on the ground after being tormented by the resonance earlier—to get up and help...
He saw two figures, one after the other, rush out from the cemetery at a violent speed!
The one running in front was Elias, who was so fast he was just an afterimage.
The one following closely behind was the living corpse Finn, whose flames were gradually dying out.
This was Elias’s tactic.
Leading the trouble elsewhere, pulling aggro into the fray!
Since you like to chase, then let’s go have some fun in the enemy’s main camp together!
The two of them were like two runaway bulls, crashing straight toward the defensive line formed by the Mist Veil Society members.
Before the person could even be seen...
A cane was seen carrying the sound of whistling wind, like a spear being thrown.
It flew toward a Mist Veil Society transcendent in the crowd who was currently brewing dark erosion energy in his hands.
Accompanied by this sharp sound of breaking air...
Elias couldn't help but shout:
“Eat my flying stick!”
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