Chapter 616
-615 Feixi's Scheme
Chapter 616, Section 615: Fei west's Scheme
A ghostly blue flame burned within the glass soul lamp, illuminating the surrounding environment into a strange black and white world.
The Soul Lamp is a magical item that allows ordinary people to observe nearby souls and has a certain effect in driving away undead spirits without bodies.
Finn followed closely on the flank of the group, his muscles taut beneath his scarlet cloak, always on high alert.
As a newly recruited Blood Knight, this was his first time accompanying Duke Sigismund on a field mission, and he never expected to encounter a task involving dealing with the undead.
He was confident in his skills and was not afraid of fighting.
But undead enemies can directly harm the souls of the living, while conventional magic can only interfere with their movements. His swordsmanship, which he excels at, cannot cause any damage at all. He really doesn't want to face such an enemy.
Because the territory was relatively far from the Urbik territory, Sigismund's party only reached the edge of the sacrificial area when the other lords had already followed the huge signal flare that tore through the sky.
Contrary to Finn's expectations of a desolate wasteland with scorched earth and withered life, the natural vitality here was quite normal.
Wildflowers swayed in the breeze, the tree canopies were lush and green, and you could even see monsters running in the distance.
Everything was vibrant and normal, except for the demons who originally lived here.
In the village where they were now, corpses lay in various poses on the stone-paved roads, under the eaves, and in the courtyards.
Finn's gaze swept over a half-demon lying on the roadside. She was curled up on her own doorstep, her furry face even showing a hint of relaxation, without any signs of struggle, as if she had suddenly died in a beautiful dream.
These unlucky guys probably didn't even realize what was happening before they were killed.
Just then, he vaguely heard a whistling sound.
At first, Finn thought it was just the sound of wind in the distance, but the next second, the ghostly flame inside the Soul Lamp suddenly tilted to the left and shot up with a hiss!
At the edge of the black and white world illuminated by the soul lamp, a gray-white outline that kept twisting and stretching swept past, rushing towards the only figure in front of the group who was not holding a soul lamp.
"My lord, beware of the wandering spirits!" Finn's warning burst forth, and at the same time, disregarding his own safety, he forcefully flung the soul lamp in his hand forward.
However, the soul, freed from the constraints of the body, was still just a hair's breadth faster. The instant the flying soul lamp shone upon it again, the soul had already crashed into Duke Sigismund's round body.
Finished!
Being directly struck by a free spirit without protection would severely injure even a high-ranking demon.
Finn's mind went blank, as if he could already see the Duke staggering and falling to the ground.
Sigismund, who was walking and drinking a beverage, reached out and scratched the part of his back that had just been hit by the undead. Although he knew that this kind of itchy feeling was an illusion caused by the impact of the soul and not a real physical itch, Lin Jun still couldn't help but scratch it.
How many is this now?
The large-scale sacrifice of the Hand of the Dead drove all the souls within its range out of their bodies, but it doesn't seem that all the souls were sacrificed. At least in the edge area where Fei Xi is now, there are quite a few wandering souls.
They seem to instinctively want to return to their bodies, but the bodies on the ground really die not long after their souls leave, so they rush up when they encounter Fatsy.
Sadly, this was just wishful thinking on their part.
If simply crashing one's soul into a body would allow them to possess it, then Lin Jun wouldn't need to make that half-day/half-day agreement with Fei west.
The only outcome of their collision is shattering and dissipation, leaving the person struck with a wounded soul.
Fortunately, Lin Jun doesn't need to worry about the consumption of her soul.
Lin Jun turned around and looked at Finn and his men, whose faces were a mixture of surprise and confusion: "What are you standing there for? Keep moving!" "Yes, sir!"
He picked up his soul lamp and gazed at the towering figure ahead.
Finn's eyes were filled with longing!
As expected of the Duke, his methods are unfathomable!
He also wants to become a powerful figure like the Duke in the future!
Hmm... I looked again at that swaying figure as it walked... I don't need to imitate its build...
……
By the time Sigismund caught up with the other lords' groups, it was already Sigismund's turn to control the body, and the battle was long over.
The soldiers were busy using heavy hammers to violently dismantle the cruel altar and separate the corpses dressed in different styles of armor.
If it weren't for the differences in clothing and insignia, the scattered demon corpses would have made it seem as if a brutal civil war had just ended.
Sigismund approached from afar, the Duke himself now in control of the body.
A marquis, wearing a dark green cloak with gold trim and armor bearing fresh scratches and charred marks, strode forward.
He stopped a few steps in front of Sigismund, placed his right hand on his chest in a gesture of respect, and said in a tone that was just right, with a hint of undisguised surprise: "Your Grace, I did not expect you to come in person."
After all, the other dukes in the vicinity had only sent their subordinates.
Some were more practical and sent a marquis like him to lead the team, while others, like the Duke of Eleanor, only sent a regular troop as a token gesture.
Sigismund nodded slightly in response to the other party's courtesy: "How is the situation?"
“Most of the lower-ranking cultists involved in setting up the ceremony have been wiped out, but the core priestly group still managed to force their way out.” He pointed solemnly to a desolate path in the distance, devoid of any life. “Marquis Ravenclaw led his men in pursuit, but they encountered a counterattack from the enemy’s higher-ranking members. According to what he said before he lost consciousness, a young girl dressed in a plain white priest’s robe used a… pure, pitch-black, unknown magic. Marquis Ravenclaw was only grazed by the edge of that power and was severely injured. He barely managed to hold on thanks to his ancestral protective gear, and was only able to be rescued by his personal guards at great personal risk. He has now been urgently sent back to the rear for treatment.”
“Dark magic…” Sigismund tried to recall the relevant skills or spells, but none seemed to match the description. “Which way did they escape to?”
The Marquis pointed in a direction and then said, "We have already dispatched troops to intercept them at the three possible escape routes: Three-Wheel Valley, Giant Bone Field, and Thunder Beast Plain. Thank you for your support, Your Excellency Duke, but we can handle the rest ourselves."
The other dukes clearly didn't want Sigismund to just swagger into their territories, and while the marquess gave him face, they politely declined Sigismund's offer of help.
Fortunately, Sigismund didn't mind and readily agreed.
Combating cults and broadening my roommate's horizons are just pretexts.
He has achieved his goal for this trip!
My roommate may not realize it yet, but its soul has become much weaker than when we first met last year!
That's for sure. After all, my roommate's soul is like a tree without roots or water without a source, constantly dissipating. The only reason he's been able to maintain his advantage until now is because of his unusual size.
However, even the largest entities will gradually weaken over time.
On this trip, Sigismund deliberately did not bring the Soul Lamp, and the undead that crashed into him further weakened his roommate's soul.
The moment to completely break free from these constraints... is not far off!
(End of this chapter)