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Chapter 398
chapter 318 part 2
"Continuous bleeding—?"
"The Dark Knight class ability only reduces the healing effect by half. It shouldn't have a continuous bleeding effect. That sword in the Black Armored Knight's hand..."
Tang Zheng's eyes narrowed. He noticed that a holy light would occasionally flash across Remedios's body, but it was never able to effectively staunch the blood flowing from her wounds.
"*Corrupting Sword · Crocodine*."
His own Cursed Knight class also possessed a continuous bleeding effect that prevented wounds from healing. If its ability was similar to that "Corrupting Sword," then low-tier healing magic would likely be unable to cure such an injury!
"No wonder she's been completely suppressed," Tang Zheng's brows furrowed even deeper.
To treat this kind of injury, one would need to use at least the sixth-tier *Greater Healing*, a spell even Tang Zheng had not mastered.
Even if he used the "Magic Escalation Ritual," the strongest healing magic in his possession was the 3rd-tier *Major Wound Healing*. Raising it by two tiers would only bring it to the 5th tier, not reaching the 6th.
"Ah—!"
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream echoed across the battlefield.
"Red" Orland coughed up a large mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward. A thick arm flew through the air and fell to the ground.
"Orland!"
"Orland!"
Gagaran and "Black" Pabel cried out in alarm, immediately erupting with their full power to briefly repel the Death Knight that was about to deliver the finishing blow.
*Spurt!*
Blood sprayed uncontrollably from the severed limb. The tender red flesh around the wound began to rot at a visible rate, corroded by negative energy.
Intense pain!
A mixture of saliva and blood dribbled from the mouth of "Red" Orland. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stand up from the ground.
"This hurts like hell!"
"Red" Orland shouted, panting heavily. His face was completely devoid of color, exuding a sense of weakness, yet his eyes burned with the ferocity of a cornered beast on the verge of death.
"Don't worry about me! Stop it, or the entire defensive line will collapse!"
Clashing with the Death Knight had allowed Gagaran and the others to truly feel the power of this legendary undead.
Facing a tireless monster that seemed impervious to damage, a sense of despair inexplicably rose in the hearts of even men with the temperament of Gagaran and his companions!
"The situation is growing increasingly dire."
Tang Zheng's eyes flickered. Gagaran's group of three could no longer hold back the Death Knight, and Remedios was also at a disadvantage.
The number of undead swarming in from all directions showed no signs of diminishing.
"Are these two going to wait any longer?"
Tang Zheng noticed that Kelart's expression was growing increasingly tense, and Captain Nigun's face was just as grim and unsightly.
Neither of them was a fool; they should have understood the danger of the situation. It seemed both were planning to wait for the other to make the first move!
Since they dared to advance into the Abelion Hills, both sides surely possessed the confidence to defeat a Death Knight. And this "confidence" was the trump card given to them by the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy.
"This might also be the reason why the Alliance Leader hasn't shown himself."
"He's wary of being targeted by both sides." Tang Zheng was interested in both sides' trump cards, and the Alliance Leader was surely just as interested.
In a situation with absolutely no information, rashly revealing oneself would be an unwise choice.
"They shouldn't be able to wait much longer."
Tang Zheng looked toward the Death Knight.
With "Red" Orland injured, Gagaran's group of three could no longer hold it back.
At the location of the Cleric Corps!
Kelart's hands were clenched into fists. Seeing the exhausted breathing of the priests behind her, her gaze shifted between her sister's direction and the Death Knight.
"Damn it!"
"Is the Slane Theocracy still waiting?"
Kelart was restless. With her wisdom, she naturally understood that she was currently engaged in a psychological game of chicken with Captain Nigun.
But—
She couldn't afford to wait. The Holy Kingdom had the most people, casualties in the Holy Knight Order were gradually increasing, and her sister's situation was also unfavorable.
If she waited any longer...
Kelart's slender, fair fingers reached for the magic leather pouch at her waist. This was a chance to completely annihilate the demi-humans; if she used it now, there probably wouldn't be another opportunity later.
"Heh, heh, to think I would one day be torn over such a thing."
"Her Majesty, Holy Queen Calca..."
Kelart let out a breath. A flash of helplessness appeared in her long, shrewd eyes, and her hand fully gripped the magic leather pouch.
Just as she was about to take it out!
*Thump-thump—*
*Thump-thump—*
The earth trembled, and intense battle cries came from the south.
Beast General Hector Weiss led a host of demi-humans, charging at high speed. The dust kicked up by the demi-human charge crashed down like a giant wave, sending the undead blocking their path flying and crushing them.
The sudden arrival of the demi-humans was like a shot in the arm, revitalizing the beleaguered human forces.
"These bastards!!"
Kelart's hand on the magic leather pouch loosened. Looking at the large number of demi-humans rushing over from a distance, an angry expression appeared on her face, and she gritted her teeth.
"There's no way these demi-humans wouldn't have noticed the commotion created by such a large number of undead. To think they'd only arrive now!"
"They clearly wanted our human elites to suffer losses."
A cold glint shone in Kelart's narrow eyes. She refused to believe these demi-humans had failed to notice the movements of so many undead.
If they couldn't even do that, the various demi-human tribes would have been wiped out long ago!
In mid-air, the first to notice the demi-humans' movement was the Gray-robed Mage.
"These demi-humans really arrived at a good time!"
The Gray-robed Mage's aura was clearly somewhat weak. Seeing the arrival of the demi-humans, he realized their mission had failed.
"4th Tier Magic: *Rampaging Swarm*!"
A dense cloud of flying insects swarmed out from the Gray-robed Mage's sleeve, quickly entangling the Tranquility Archon Angel closest to him.
The Gray-robed Mage rapidly retreated, flying down from the sky.
"Corrupting Sword! It's time to go."
The Gray-robed Mage roared at the Black Armored Knight below, who was fighting with relish. His figure flew over the heads of Remedios and her opponent, landing before the Death Knight.
"*Fireball*!"
A fireball shot out, exploding in front of Gagaran and the other two, creating a shockwave that forced them back.
On the other side.
"Let's end it here for now."
The Black Armored Knight sheathed his longsword and sneered at Remedios, his gaze sweeping covetously over the Holy Sword.
"Next time, you won't be so lucky."
"Don't think you can escape!"
Remedios shouted, wanting to give chase, but her movements had become stiff due to excessive blood loss.
*Bang!*
The Black Armored Knight's feet moved, and he quickly left his spot, rushing towards the Death Knight's position.
"The mission failed. A punishment from the Alliance Leader is unavoidable."
The Gray-robed Mage said with a headache. He placed one hand on the Death Knight and the other on the Black Armored Knight, chanting in a low voice.
"*Teleportation*!"
As space distorted, the three figures—the Death Knight and the two mages—vanished into thin air.
(end of chapter )
"Continuous bleeding—?"
"The Dark Knight class ability only reduces the healing effect by half. It shouldn't have a continuous bleeding effect. That sword in the Black Armored Knight's hand..."
Tang Zheng's eyes narrowed. He noticed that a holy light would occasionally flash across Remedios's body, but it was never able to effectively staunch the blood flowing from her wounds.
"*Corrupting Sword · Crocodine*."
His own Cursed Knight class also possessed a continuous bleeding effect that prevented wounds from healing. If its ability was similar to that "Corrupting Sword," then low-tier healing magic would likely be unable to cure such an injury!
"No wonder she's been completely suppressed," Tang Zheng's brows furrowed even deeper.
To treat this kind of injury, one would need to use at least the sixth-tier *Greater Healing*, a spell even Tang Zheng had not mastered.
Even if he used the "Magic Escalation Ritual," the strongest healing magic in his possession was the 3rd-tier *Major Wound Healing*. Raising it by two tiers would only bring it to the 5th tier, not reaching the 6th.
"Ah—!"
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream echoed across the battlefield.
"Red" Orland coughed up a large mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward. A thick arm flew through the air and fell to the ground.
"Orland!"
"Orland!"
Gagaran and "Black" Pabel cried out in alarm, immediately erupting with their full power to briefly repel the Death Knight that was about to deliver the finishing blow.
*Spurt!*
Blood sprayed uncontrollably from the severed limb. The tender red flesh around the wound began to rot at a visible rate, corroded by negative energy.
Intense pain!
A mixture of saliva and blood dribbled from the mouth of "Red" Orland. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stand up from the ground.
"This hurts like hell!"
"Red" Orland shouted, panting heavily. His face was completely devoid of color, exuding a sense of weakness, yet his eyes burned with the ferocity of a cornered beast on the verge of death.
"Don't worry about me! Stop it, or the entire defensive line will collapse!"
Clashing with the Death Knight had allowed Gagaran and the others to truly feel the power of this legendary undead.
Facing a tireless monster that seemed impervious to damage, a sense of despair inexplicably rose in the hearts of even men with the temperament of Gagaran and his companions!
"The situation is growing increasingly dire."
Tang Zheng's eyes flickered. Gagaran's group of three could no longer hold back the Death Knight, and Remedios was also at a disadvantage.
The number of undead swarming in from all directions showed no signs of diminishing.
"Are these two going to wait any longer?"
Tang Zheng noticed that Kelart's expression was growing increasingly tense, and Captain Nigun's face was just as grim and unsightly.
Neither of them was a fool; they should have understood the danger of the situation. It seemed both were planning to wait for the other to make the first move!
Since they dared to advance into the Abelion Hills, both sides surely possessed the confidence to defeat a Death Knight. And this "confidence" was the trump card given to them by the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy.
"This might also be the reason why the Alliance Leader hasn't shown himself."
"He's wary of being targeted by both sides." Tang Zheng was interested in both sides' trump cards, and the Alliance Leader was surely just as interested.
In a situation with absolutely no information, rashly revealing oneself would be an unwise choice.
"They shouldn't be able to wait much longer."
Tang Zheng looked toward the Death Knight.
With "Red" Orland injured, Gagaran's group of three could no longer hold it back.
At the location of the Cleric Corps!
Kelart's hands were clenched into fists. Seeing the exhausted breathing of the priests behind her, her gaze shifted between her sister's direction and the Death Knight.
"Damn it!"
"Is the Slane Theocracy still waiting?"
Kelart was restless. With her wisdom, she naturally understood that she was currently engaged in a psychological game of chicken with Captain Nigun.
But—
She couldn't afford to wait. The Holy Kingdom had the most people, casualties in the Holy Knight Order were gradually increasing, and her sister's situation was also unfavorable.
If she waited any longer...
Kelart's slender, fair fingers reached for the magic leather pouch at her waist. This was a chance to completely annihilate the demi-humans; if she used it now, there probably wouldn't be another opportunity later.
"Heh, heh, to think I would one day be torn over such a thing."
"Her Majesty, Holy Queen Calca..."
Kelart let out a breath. A flash of helplessness appeared in her long, shrewd eyes, and her hand fully gripped the magic leather pouch.
Just as she was about to take it out!
*Thump-thump—*
*Thump-thump—*
The earth trembled, and intense battle cries came from the south.
Beast General Hector Weiss led a host of demi-humans, charging at high speed. The dust kicked up by the demi-human charge crashed down like a giant wave, sending the undead blocking their path flying and crushing them.
The sudden arrival of the demi-humans was like a shot in the arm, revitalizing the beleaguered human forces.
"These bastards!!"
Kelart's hand on the magic leather pouch loosened. Looking at the large number of demi-humans rushing over from a distance, an angry expression appeared on her face, and she gritted her teeth.
"There's no way these demi-humans wouldn't have noticed the commotion created by such a large number of undead. To think they'd only arrive now!"
"They clearly wanted our human elites to suffer losses."
A cold glint shone in Kelart's narrow eyes. She refused to believe these demi-humans had failed to notice the movements of so many undead.
If they couldn't even do that, the various demi-human tribes would have been wiped out long ago!
In mid-air, the first to notice the demi-humans' movement was the Gray-robed Mage.
"These demi-humans really arrived at a good time!"
The Gray-robed Mage's aura was clearly somewhat weak. Seeing the arrival of the demi-humans, he realized their mission had failed.
"4th Tier Magic: *Rampaging Swarm*!"
A dense cloud of flying insects swarmed out from the Gray-robed Mage's sleeve, quickly entangling the Tranquility Archon Angel closest to him.
The Gray-robed Mage rapidly retreated, flying down from the sky.
"Corrupting Sword! It's time to go."
The Gray-robed Mage roared at the Black Armored Knight below, who was fighting with relish. His figure flew over the heads of Remedios and her opponent, landing before the Death Knight.
"*Fireball*!"
A fireball shot out, exploding in front of Gagaran and the other two, creating a shockwave that forced them back.
On the other side.
"Let's end it here for now."
The Black Armored Knight sheathed his longsword and sneered at Remedios, his gaze sweeping covetously over the Holy Sword.
"Next time, you won't be so lucky."
"Don't think you can escape!"
Remedios shouted, wanting to give chase, but her movements had become stiff due to excessive blood loss.
*Bang!*
The Black Armored Knight's feet moved, and he quickly left his spot, rushing towards the Death Knight's position.
"The mission failed. A punishment from the Alliance Leader is unavoidable."
The Gray-robed Mage said with a headache. He placed one hand on the Death Knight and the other on the Black Armored Knight, chanting in a low voice.
"*Teleportation*!"
As space distorted, the three figures—the Death Knight and the two mages—vanished into thin air.
(end of chapter )
