Summoning the Holy Sword

This was a tough battle for Rhode and Anne as they had been under the constant torment of the gigantic White Bone Arm. However, Rhode managed to recharge his spiritual energy slightly during the past two minutes and measuring in terms of numbers, his current spiritual energy wasn’t zero, but was between the levels of five to ten. Without a doubt, it was impossible for Rhode to summon any spirit cards or utilize any sword skills. But, at least Rhode was able to toughen himself and resist the dizziness for now.

Rhode rolled across to dodge the splinter. He sent a signal to Anne with a gaze and the young lady nodded in response by brandishing her shield to deflect the splinter and slow its movement. As Anne seized this opportunity to leap towards the White Bone Arm, it extended its middle finger and pushed against the young lady from above. Both of them got into a deadlock.

Rhode darted secretly, charging towards the back of the White Bone Arm through the gap below it. The White Bone Arm withdrew its middle finger quickly and extended two other sharp fingers towards Rhode. Using this chance, Anne once again forced herself in front of the White Bone Arm.

Rhode had difficulties pushing forward.

After regaining his conscious, Rhode realized that the Necromancer was severely injured. With the current state of Rhode’s group, the Necromancer could have coordinated with the White Bone Arm and wiped them out within three to five minutes. If that happened, Rhode would have no choice but to unlock Gillian’s seal. Clearing the dungeon may be important, but you had to be alive in order to clear it.

As Rhode had expected, the Necromancer still didn’t attack. It seemed that Anne’s ambush from before had caused a ton of damage, forcing him to use the White Bone Arm to attack on his behalf. If the Necromancer’s injuries weren’t this serious, he definitely wouldn’t let this opportunity slip.

Rhode locked onto his target and decided on his battle tactics swiftly. Rhode’s remaining energy was still a cause for concern, but he hoped to defeat this Necromancer without unlocking Gillian’s seal. In other words, Rhode’s initial plan was too unrealistic. If he didn’t retaliate now, it would mean the end of his life. Now, Rhode had decided that as long as his life was threatened, he would unlock Gillian’s seal to get rid of the trouble even at the loss of the 5 Star Mission.

After making this decision, Rhode’s movement became much more nimble. He dodged and attracted the White Bone Arm’s attention, at the same time observing the Necromancer’s actions. The Necromancer laid on one of the multiple earth pits near the White Bone Arm. As the Necromancer stared at his enemy, his ruptured body was healing himself… Rhode had no idea how much time this Necromancer needed to repair his body.

Without a doubt, the longer, the better for Rhode.

At the next moment, the Necromancer suddenly felt a rush of heat behind him. He turned around and scorching flames emerged in his field of vision.

The Necromancer wasn’t aware that this split second distraction allowed Gillian to come up with an extremely adventurous move. Facing the Necromancer far away from her, the fox-eared young lady swung her right arm to gather the walls of flames protecting the wagon and formed a column of flames. As Gillian pointed to the Necromancer, the column of flames launched towards him.

This was what Rhode wanted to see.

The distracted Necromancer held his breath as the pure fire elemental attack swept towards him. The injured Necromancer definitely couldn’t resist such an attack. Furthermore, flames were the nemesis of undead creatures.

However, his reaction wasn’t slow either. After witnessing the column of flames, the Necromancer extended his other arm hurriedly and pointed his finger to the front. In an instant, the Spirit Beasts chasing after Rhode turned around and arrived before the Necromancer with lightning speed. The Spirit Beasts howled loudly and their translucent spiritual body fused into one, blocking the column of flames like an erected puddle of mud. The fierce fire elemental powers struck the barrier of spiritual bodies heavily.

“—!” The spirits howled in grief as the intense, pure fire element ripped them apart and their bodies turned into speckles of spiritual dust, vanishing in the night sky… At the same time, the aggressive flames were finally extinguished.

“Phew…” the Necromancer let out a long sigh of relief as the danger before him was over. That clash was so intense that he doubted he could defend against such powerful fire elemental powers. It seemed that his Spirit Beasts were indeed tough and he couldn’t bear to lose them… But before the Necromancer could finish his endless sigh, another situation came up.

As the flames perished, a black figure emerging in the ashes suddenly distorted. A woman in a steel mask and clad in full black armor darted out with two pitch-black daggers in her hands, charging towards the Necromancer.

This was Rhode’s final trump card.

The Necromancer couldn’t escape anymore. The sharp blades on the daggers sliced his skull and chest without any resistance. Paris, who was hidden in the wagon all these while, finally had the chance to reveal her true strength.

“Ahh!” The Necromancer yelled in excruciating pain. Similar to Darke, Paris was an assassin in the Master stage. Although spell-casting classes had the upper hand against close-combat battle classes, the Necromancer’s powers had been depleted by Rhode, Anne, and Gillian’s sneak attacks. Although Darke didn’t have enough strength to guard against Paris’ ambush, he didn’t give up hope. However, it was a pity that his days were numbered.

Paris had no hesitation in the face of her prey. The dagger in her hand slashed across the Necromancer’s skull while the other was quickly withdrawn from his chest. The female assassin sliced the ice-cold, emaciated claws that were attempting to grab her arm and she stomped on the Necromancer’s half-recovered body, tearing it apart once again. Paris retrieved a bottle of potion from her waist and splashed it onto the Necromancer before leaping to the side. Then, the female assassin threw a red dagger into the Necromancer’s chest.

“You…” That was the Necromancer’s final word. He stared furiously and painfully at the female assassin as his body shrouded in the pent-up flames.

The scorching flames devoured the Necromancer entirely while the White Bone Arm that was squashing Anne lost its magical support. It shrunk in the blink of an eye before shattering into bits and falling to the surface. A wind from nowhere swept the powdered white bone into nothingness.

“Phew…” Rhode wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat on the ground to catch a breath. Paris was Rhode’s final card and this was why he chose this battle tactic. As a matter of fact, Paris had kept herself hidden with her ‘Shadow Warrior’ technique ever since they left the Hobbit Village. After all, her forte was in dealing damage through ambushes and backstabs. All this while, Rhode had been searching for the best moment for Paris to unveil her skills. However, he didn’t expect that his spiritual energy would be depleted at such an alarming rate, which led to this grave mistake. In the end, he was fortunate that this final trump card came into effect. It was also thanks to Paris and her powerful strength; if she wasn’t in the Master stage, perhaps it wouldn’t be this easy to hide from the Necromancer.

No matter what, this incident had finally come to an end.

Rhode let out a sigh of relief as he observed the Necromancer’s corpse burning into ashes.