Chapter 535: Chapter 494 Ten Minutes_2
However, that falls under the category of “Undead Witchcraft,” which Tang Qi has not cultivated. But within the entire rada Witch Group, there are several witches who delve into this type of witchcraft and possess impressive skills.
Although the witches have not yet returned, before they left, they had taught a number of teachers at the school.
For example, Professor Eva could be considered half a disciple of “Esralda.”
Tang Qi had previously looked through the faculty roster, and one of the teachers, whose profession was “Undead Witch,” was fully versed in witchcraft such as “Undead Whisper” and “Death ssenger,” enough to help Eric Hartman.
Once his mind was set, Tang Qi directly said: “Quit drinking, take up the post.”
“No problem, just that quitting drinking might take so ti, could you perhaps let …”
“No need, just endure a bit, you’ll quit soon.”
Eric hadn’t finished his words when Tang Qi’s hand was already on his shoulder, casting a powerful version of the Body Control Spell in an instant.
This witchcraft, capable of controlling another person’s body, could suppress and resolve issues involving ancient bloodlines like Shay and Luka, let alone a re alcohol addiction problem.
“Aah!”
Naturally, the process of quitting alcohol is bound to be painful.
After recruiting a suitable pilot, Tang Qi didn’t linger at the Old Tavern. At the mont, his group of friends, including Rafael, seed to have heavy tasks and were busy at work.
Old Coulson seed to have finally found his fighting spirit, determined to elevate his “Healer” level and no longer be suppressed by his two formidable brothers.
The remaining Savoy and Jason, although they tried to drag Tang Qi out to play,
Both of them had found lovers, and to avoid being force-fed a mouthful of dog-food, Tang Qi firmly rejected.
But Jennifer was evidently more than willing to go on a date with her “idol.”
However, Tang Qi glanced at Eva beside him, thought about his Principal image, and didn’t say he wanted to go for a drink; he just smiled and nodded at Jennifer, conveying that he was recently researching a major topic “The Birth and Demise of Wizard Sects,” and if she was free, she could co to the school to study it with him.
Then he parted the doorway, and alongside Professor Eva and Eric Hartman, who was eager to start his new duty, returned to the Lake Heart Island Secret Realm.
Just as Tang Qi left, Jason, who had failed to feed dog-food, was about to say sothing with suggestive winks, when suddenly, Jennifer, who always maintained a smile, seed to hear sothing and her expression dramatically changed.
And with her, Jason’s expression also darkened.
Almost simultaneously, both of them took out a Curio from their bosoms, and after seriously receiving a piece of information from it, they exchanged a glance, each seeing deep concern in the other’s eyes, as if the bad event they had been worrying about had finally beco reality at this mont.
“In Blake Mountain Range, a Mysterious Organization has appeared, using unknown thods to open an Exotic Realm entrance, on the other side there are signs of activity from an unknown Species.”
…
Blake Mountain Range, ten minutes earlier.
This place, near Secret Phoenix City, but still a distance away from the bustling tropolis, is a mountain range that doesn’t produce precious tree species or have other resources coveted by humans, hence it has maintained a complete forest landscape, primitive and wild.
In a dark valley near the main peak of the mountain range, a battle was drawing to a close.
The fighting sides, one being knights wearing black cloaks with armor underneath, the other a group of fanatical cultists in roughly made hemp clothing.
Although the forr was outnumbered, the Holy Light emanating from their long swords easily slaughtered the latter.
And the latter seed to have entered an Abnormal State; even on the brink of death, after being illuminated by the Holy Light and letting out wails and screams, not a single one surrendered voluntarily; instead, they laughed madly, rushing toward the deepest part of the valley’s altar.
That was an altar entirely erected from flesh and bones, covered with strange, ancient lines that clustered densely together, writhing like countless black maggots as the frenzied cultists collided with the altar, lting seamlessly into it.
The ghost light oozing out from above reluctantly coalesced into a blurred gateway.
Boom!
A Knight Sword surged with Holy Light flew through the air, but before it could reach the altar, the Holy Light attached to it dissipated quickly. The longsword, forged from Extraordinary Materials and engraved with Holy Runes, silently corroded and ultimately vanished completely, including the hilt.
The old man who had thrown the longsword was dressed in the long robes typical of normal Church officials, without armor, but he had a strong and tall figure under his robe, a white beard on his chin, and his features were cold and hard, exuding an iron-like temperant.
Any well-inford Transcendent from Secret Phoenix City would recognize him.
This elder was none other than John Oresom, the Knight Captain of the “Holy Court” within the Bright Church of Secret Phoenix State, an extrely powerful Bright Knight.
Behind Olesum, a Knight “purified” a cultist who had failed to reach the altar in ti, bent over to inspect the body closely, frowned deeply, and quickly approached Olesum to report: “They are all peripheral mbers of the ‘Rotten Head’; the masterminds have escaped before we arrived. The prophecy from the Prediction Stone was wrong; it must have been interfered with by higher-level Curios from the other party.”
“Is this the eighth Exotic Realm entrance opened by the ‘Rotten Head’? Should we destroy it with Saint Dosie’s Sword?”
As the Knight reported, several other Knights behind him were about to lift a heavy stone-made “Sword Box.”
But before they could open the Sword Box, Olesum gestured to stop them. He stared tensely at the now fully amalgamated gateway, watching the ripples inside it, his breathing becoming heavier, inversely proportionate to gradually stripping off the cumberso long robe.
In the instant the long robe fell from his body, a rotting human arm that revealed bone abruptly reached out from within the portal, followed by a second, a third, a fourth… They gently pressed on various parts of the altar, caressing the flesh of the mad cultists and the innocent.
Including the Knights at the elder’s side, everyone’s breathing hastened.
They suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over, as if those rotting arms were touching them.
A Knight, on impulse, looked at his sword-wielding palm where, unbeknownst to him, a light red vertical line had appeared, and its extre itchiness compelled him to sheathe his Knight Sword and surreptitiously scratch it a few tis.
As the eerie sensation transmitted, the Knight saw a layer of skin peel off the back of his hand, “plop” and fell, revealing a blurry, pupil-less, all-black eye that slowly opened up.
It looked over, and in a flash, a tide of fear nearly drowned his soul.
At this mont, Olesum, who had shed his robe, surged onto the altar. His hands, firm as steel, plunged straight into the ripples. Amid the Holy Light tumult and shrill cries, he vehently yanked out a huge rotting head.
It was a rotting skull covered only in “eyes,” nurous black eyeballs squeezed together, a sight so harrowing that it instantly shattered the resolve of most Knights on scene.
The terrifying itch swept through every Knight’s mind.
Unable to resist, they discarded their Knight Swords as the Holy Light that burst from within them could not prevent “Rotten Black Eyes” from sprouting all over their bodies as they began to scratch uncontrollably, tearing off chunks of their flesh.
Just as the Knights appeared about to mutate, the Holy Light overflowing from Olesum’s hands suddenly surged manifold, and with a “thump,” the rotting head exploded instantly, turning all rotting arms to ash, and the Knights collapsed, weakened.
Watching as those black eyes gradually closed and the horrible itching began to recede.
But before the Knights could relax, the portal behind throbbed frenetically, as nurous rotting arms reached out, grabbing Olesum, the Knight Captain, from all angles; his body was soon surrounded by rotting heads, all covered in “black eyeballs.”
The Holy Light emanating from Olesum was continuously nullified by that profound corruption.
The Knights were on the verge of mutating again when the ground in the center exploded open, and the heavy stone-made “Sword Box” shattered abruptly. A Knight Sword, seemingly crafted from a white gemstone, ancient and elegant, slowly levitated, then transford into a blindingly bright Holy Light, shooting towards the portal.
Olesum’s deep voice ca forth at this mont:
“Leave this place, send out a distress call to the Church, the Ancient Castle Bureau.”
“Tell them a Demon Tide will erupt here. I can hold for… ten minutes.”
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