If there were a personal theme song for him at this moment,
Elias felt it would have to be Led Zeppelin’s classic masterpiece, "Immigrant Song."
As the dream demon curse that had briefly receded just now surged up again like a tide,
this viscous sensory pollution re-covered his consciousness.
And this song, filled with wild metal beats, exploded deep within his hearing along with that viscous feeling.
The drumbeats were dense and deafening.
It was the perfect slaughter soundtrack.
At this moment.
He was in mid-air.
Following that standard javelin-throwing motion from before, his body was taut like a bow.
He jumped boldly toward the encirclement formed by the Mist Veil Society members along with that whistling Roaring Cane.
Up ahead.
The Mist Veil Society member who was looking down and frantically brewing dark erosion energy in his hands
suddenly felt a violent gale coming from the back of his head.
Before he could even turn around to figure out what was going on...
Thud!
The dull sound of bone hitting flesh rang out.
The hard base of The Roaring Cane struck the back of his head with unerring precision.
Under this heavy blow,
the cultist let out a muffled groan, and the dark erosion energy he had managed to gather in his hands dissipated.
However.
This was at most a heavy hit with a blunt object; it wasn't enough to kill a Scale transcendent.
Clutching the back of his bleeding head, his face was full of ferocity.
He was just about to turn his head to see which blind bastard had sneak-attacked him from behind
when he discovered to his horror
that his teammates ahead of him were currently fleeing backward in terror,
as if they were avoiding a plague.
He had just begun to turn his head
when a heavy flying kick, carrying the whistle of the Wind-Chaser Boots, accurately struck his spine.
Crack.
Bone fractured.
The cultist was directly pinned under Elias’s feet.
Huge inertia carried the two of them as they plowed a deep furrow through the muddy cemetery soil.
The sliding stopped.
Elias’s movements didn't pause for a second.
He bent down smoothly and scooped up the cane that had fallen in the mud.
Grip tightening on the shaft,
the tactical boot stepped on the cultist’s back and stomped down hard.
Resonance burst!
Spikes on the soul level instantly pierced through the consciousness defense of the prey beneath his feet.
At the very moment the other party fell into a stupor due to the soul vibration,
Elias raised his right hand.
He pulled the trigger of the revolver cleanly.
A bullet wrapped in moonlight pierced the skull, directly sending this fellow to meet their lord.
Looking back...
That living corpse belonging to Finn was still in hot pursuit.
The visual contrast reached a peak of absurdity at this moment.
This tattered shell was covered in dying white-blue flames.
That was supposed to be the radiance that dispels evil.
But
this body was mechanically swinging that bloodthirsty unnamed sharp knife.
The living corpse’s skin had long been burned and ulcerated, and the recovery effects caused by spells hadn't caught up yet.
This living corpse looked as terrifying as some kind of creature from hell.
The interweaving of the holy and the eerie was truly sigh-inducing.
Accompanying Finn’s charge,
dark red thorns frantically sprouted from the soil like the fangs of hell along the path of Elias’s movement.
Elias dodged flexibly using his speed.
But the few Mist Veil Society transcendents ahead, who were running blindly in panic, didn't have that composure.
Several cultists who couldn't dodge in time were instantly impaled by the thorns rising from the ground.
Blood gushed out as they were turned into human strainers.
Luke, standing at a safe distance, saw this scene clearly.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
His previously confident expression was now completely replaced by shock.
Is this guy named Elias really a newcomer who just entered the supernatural world?!
This is nothing like what John’s intel said!
What made Luke’s scalp tingle even more was...
Why is this guy a Scale Three?!
He roared in his mind.
Just how much dog-shit luck did this guy have in that godforsaken place like the lighthouse?!
One had to know...
Luke himself was only at Scale Two.
Precisely because he was only at Scale Two, his spiritual fluctuations were relatively hidden.
That was why the higher-ups had sent him down to execute this undercover mission.
Because according to the intel, almost none of the people Wayland hired had a lower Scale than him.
This allowed him to blend perfectly into the background.
For the longest time, regarding his low Scale,
Luke had actually maintained a very good mindset.
After all, he never relied on brute Scale strength to execute missions.
He relied on brains and calculation.
As for actual combat, he was never short of various lethal supernatural means in his pockets.
But at this moment,
looking at Elias, who was rampaging on the battlefield like a god of slaughter,
Luke did feel a long-overdue sense of being broken.
A guy who was just a stupid ordinary person two months ago...
Actually reached the spiritual level of Scale Three just two months later!
He had crossed a chasm that many people couldn't cross in a lifetime!
Who the hell was he supposed to complain to?!
On the other side...
The brutal battle continued.
Elias, wearing the Wind-Chaser Boots, caught up to those Mist Veil Society members who were scattering in fear like a ghost.
He didn't even look at their faces.
He reached out and grabbed a cultist by the collar.
Using the inertia of his run, he directly threw the other person like a sandbag toward the approaching living corpse behind him.
Some cultists’ reactions were fast enough.
They twisted their bodies mid-air and were swatted aside by the living corpse’s immense strength.
They fell miserably into the mud, thanking their lucky stars for surviving.
But they didn't expect
that the moment they were grabbed by the collar by Elias,
a force field charm had been surreptitiously stuck onto them.
Boom!
The moment the charm was triggered,
a violent force field repulsion instantly exploded.
The cultist who had just climbed up was once again pushed back onto the inevitable charge path of the living corpse Finn by this irresistible force.
He happened to collide with a fresh row of dark red thorns.
The scream stopped abruptly.
He was instantly skewered like a human kebab.
Seeing the cannon fodder on his side being kicked around like balls,
Luke was jumping with rage on the spot.
He waved his hand abruptly.
Turning around, he handed the silver greatsword that originally belonged to Finn to a black-clothed figure who had been hiding in the shadows.
The figure silently took the greatsword.
With a flash of movement,
they immediately carried a cold killing intent and moved to intercept Elias.
And at this critical juncture,
Elias had fought his way through and happened to reach the vicinity of the cover where the few surviving investigators were.
The living corpse Finn, who had been doggedly chasing him,
seemed to have a spring inside it suddenly snap.
The tall body jerked to a stop.
The charred black head tilted down.
The entire corpse just stood there without warning.
“Sir!”
An anxious voice came from behind the rubble cover formed by the entrance to the cemetery’s underground passage.
Elias turned his head.
It was a young investigator whose face was covered in mud and blood.
“Thank you for the rescue!”
The young investigator panted heavily, his eyes full of the gratitude of a survivor.
His hands were maintaining a complex spell gesture.
He gestured toward his two teammates behind him.
“Both of them have been shot.”
“And because I’m maintaining this ritual spell to construct the defense, I can't leave this spot even for a second.”
The young investigator gritted his teeth.
Looking at Elias, a pleading look appeared in his eyes.
“Please, help us.”
He quickly pointed at the living corpse Finn, who was standing not far away.
“Our captain has many powerful supernatural items on him.”
“He’s currently lost his ability to move because of the Arcane Obstruction spell effect.”
“But this spell won't last long; the effect will pass soon.”
The investigator spoke extremely fast, fearing he would waste a single second.
“You can take this opportunity to terminate the necromancy control.”
“I have no other requests.”
“As long as you can go over there, find the Origin Web communicator on him, and throw it to us so we can call for help.”
He offered a condition that was impossible to refuse.
“The rest, all the other supernatural items, belong to you!”
There was such a good deal?!
Elias’s eyes lit up intensely.
The traditional craft of looting corpses was something he was far too good at!
Elias agreed readily, without the slightest hesitation.
To ensure nothing went wrong,
he threw a cloud bullet into the soil at his feet.
While obscuring the surrounding vision, he slapped two warding charms on himself.
He also draped himself in the Moonlight Veil.
Better to take the initiative in the coming battle.
Two layers of translucent shields lit up against his body, providing all-around protection.
After finishing all this,
he temporarily stopped his pursuit of the remaining Mist Veil Society members in the distance.
He quickly ran to the side of the living corpse Finn.
He fired two shots at the corpse’s head.
But they only opened two small holes.
He needed more power to blow the corpse’s head apart.
Though it was a bit unfair to Finn,
how could he worry about that now?
He quickly swapped ammo and fired another shot until a large enough hole appeared in Finn’s head.
Just enough to fit two repulsion charms.
Elias was afraid the power wouldn't be enough.
He even stuffed four thunderclap bullets into the living corpse’s mouth.
“Sorry, brother.”
Saying that, he endured the stench of charred flesh and reached into the other’s pockets to search quickly.
Soon.
He felt several palm-sized alchemy bombs.
As well as that cold-cased Origin Web communicator.
The Origin Web communicator was now mottled from being burned by the holy fire.
Could this thing still be used?
But the alchemy bombs were perfectly intact.
Truly strange!
Conveniently, he logically took away that annoying sharp knife in Finn’s hand as well.
However.
Before he could search further,
Elias felt a foul-smelling wind in the air.
This wind was incredibly strong.
The cloud and mist spell, which had been as thick as a wall just now, was instantly blown away completely by this cold wind mixed with the stench of death.
In an instant, Elias stood there face-to-face with the black-clothed man holding Finn’s silver greatsword.
That’s right, the other party could actually see him!
However, the black-clothed man’s attention wasn't on him; after glancing at him, the man immediately looked toward the source of that wind deep within the cemetery.
The other party didn't move, but instead, an anomaly came from his own waist first.
He felt the Gluttonous Stomach hanging on him tugging frantically at his clothes.
The shriveled, sac-like object was writhing violently.
The complex folds on its surface were opening and closing.
It was as if the things inside were receiving some kind of strong summons and were desperately trying to tear open the stomach to get out.
“What the hell is this?”
An ominous premonition rose in Elias’s heart.
He jerked his head up and looked around.
He saw those Mist Veil Society members on the ground who had been headshotted or impaled.
Suddenly, one by one, they stood up stiffly from the muddy water.
All the corpses walked in unison toward the same direction deep within the cemetery.
That seemed to be the location where John’s corpse had been sent flying.
Elias grabbed the opening of the Gluttonous Stomach at his waist, which was writhing frantically.
He gripped it tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
“Don’t you dare spit it out!”
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