"Hah!!!"
Only to hear Sword Saint Terrio let out a furious roar!
The sound wave containing the special will of the Sword Saint rippled out from Terrio, rapidly spreading and instantly causing the surrounding mist to swirl and stir.
When the sound wave reached the elite soldiers, whose eyes had turned white, they suddenly awoke as if from a deep sleep, returning to their senses one by one.
They checked their bodies and surroundings with a horrified look, but years of training quickly had them draw weapons and reassemble into formation within their ranks.
However, whispers were inevitable.
"What’s going on?"
"Why am I here?"
"Yes, just now I clearly..."
From these soldiers’ conversations, Rein imdiately judged that this voice seed to have the effect of confusing one’s mind and dragging their consciousness into so sort of illusion.
As for why he, Terrio, and Hernandez weren’t affected, it was likely due to the fact that both the Dawn Wizard and the Sword Saint had strong resistance to such abnormal ntal states.
However, Rein wouldn’t take this lightly!
Because the continuous whispering made it hard to say whether it might eventually affect the three of them.
If this change was subtle, in the current environnt, it might be hard to detect as ti went on.
"Your Majesty Hernandez, I think we should block that voice’s influence on the soldiers," Rein turned to Hernandez, who was beside him.
Hernandez nodded, he too had noticed that after Terrio’s roar ended, which contained special will, these elite soldiers began to show unnatural changes under the influence of that eerie whispering.
"You all pay attention, I will cast a Silence Spell on you. At that ti, you won’t hear any sound, nor will you be able to make any sound."
As soon as the words fell, Hernandez began casting imdiately.
"Silence Spell!"
Hernandez’s lips moved swiftly as he raised his hand towards the soldiers at the rear, casting a witchcraft.
Imdiately, the soldiers looked surprised and delighted.
Because they realized they could no longer hear the whispering that affected their minds.
Although they couldn’t make any sounds either, this wasn’t a problem for them.
And at this mont, Rein, along with Sword Saint Terrio, focused most of their attention ahead.
The ’clack’ sound grew clearer and more concentrated.
Suddenly, ten ters away in the mist erged many shadowy figures more than three ters tall, but these tall figures looked more like so kind of animal rather than humans.
"Swish!"
Seeing that the figures were enemies, Terrio’s wrist flicked, instantly sending out over ten sharp silver sword lights from multiple angles forward.
"Sssh! Sssh!"
The sword light sliced through so objects.
"Boom! Clang!"
A series of heavy objects fell to the ground.
"chanical Land Bird?"
The elite soldiers behind then saw clearly that the clattering sound ca from the creations of the Ancient Goblin Empire, chanical Land Birds.
"Strange, logically, the Goblin Empire existed thousands of years ago, how could there be an operating chanical Land Bird patrol?" Hernandez muttered.
Rein had the sa questions as Hernandez.
If these chanical Land Birds had been stored in so closed warehouse, working normally, it would be relatively reasonable.
But to have operated like this for thousands of years...
This thought was quite eerie!
Even giant dragons rarely live this long, let alone these goblins...
Right, the goblins!
Focusing on the goblin operators, even Rein’s pupils contracted suddenly!
Because he saw the goblins that had been chopped into pieces, with their skin shriveled, looking like corpses.
It was hard to imagine these things controlling the chanical Land Birds monts ago.
If these things were the controllers, it explained why the chanical Land Birds could patrol for thousands of years.
Yet another problem arose: were these goblin corpses responsible for maintaining the equipnt as well?
Can ordinary zombies retain their consciousness from when they were alive?
Rein frowned slightly.
"Zombies?!"
"Undead creatures?" Sword Saint Terrio frowned, turning to ask Hernandez.
"It doesn’t seem to be the typical zombies; if these goblin corpses were transford into undead zombies, they shouldn’t be able to control chanical Land Birds," Hernandez said, solemn-faced.
"Which ans the dead body might be a facade." Rein nodded upon hearing this, stepping forward to examine closely.
The hardened Essence Gold in his hand quickly morphed into a knight’s longsword, stirring up the fragnted remnants on the ground.
Suddenly!
A small black insect erged from the side of a goblin’s shriveled head, specifically from the ear, moving at high speed.
"Huh?"
And most crucially, the small black insect jumped, attempting to leap towards Rein’s face along the knight’s longsword.
"Ssst!"
Silver sword light flashed; the small black insect was sliced in mid-air.
Yet eerily, the black insect didn’t fall to the ground but transford into a wisp of black smoke and dispersed into thin air.
If anything remained, perhaps only so nearly imperceptible black dust.
And now, black insects from other goblin corpses began to crawl out, rustling.
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