Chapter 207
Chapter 207 Ghouls
As night fell, the battle slowly stopped.
Surprisingly, those terrifying voodoo beasts that never tired nor feared death retreated under the orders of the adepts. They hid in the distant woods and for a moment it was hard to figure out their intentions.
Looking down from above the hill, one could see the ghostly green or blood red eyes of the voodoo beasts all over the dark forest.
The white-haired Knight Charles leaned on his runic longsword, standing on a corner of the tall hill, gazing at the woods in the distance. It left like a one-ton boulder was pressing upon his heart. Even breathing was difficult.
In all seriousness, the witcher-knights on this hill were entrenched in this battle because they responded to his rallying call. Now, everyone was trapped on this hill. They could not move and could only wait for the next attacks from the adepts.
What were those adepts hiding in the darkness plotting? Would they be able to successfully repel the attacks of the enemy, and last until the enemy had exhausted all their strength?
Countless stray thoughts whirled about his mind and for one moment, he blanked out.
As the black fog seeped into the bodies of the injured, their bodies started to change massively.
The skin on the surface started to dissolve. The bright red muscles and tendons were exposed to the air, causing all the knights to appear extremely red. However, very gradually, the blood-red color started to fade and a sort of sticky and disgusting liquid began to fill the surface of their bodies, completely soaking them.
The thick muscles and tendons started to meld together. Insufficient stretching caused their bodies to become thin and scrawny. However, it was obvious that the strength in their bones and muscles had greatly increased. They screamed and roared in anger. Initially, it still sounded like the pained and sorrowful cries of a human. By the end, it started to sound like a wild beast, only left with an odd growl.
Sharp fangs, claws and spines started to grow rapidly. When ‘their’ claws unconsciously ran across a boulder, it let out the screeching sound of scraping as bright flaming sparks appeared.
Right in front of the radiant knights, and right on this hill, a previously injured knight on his deathbed had rapidly converted into an undead. They had been forcefully converted by evil powers into an undead being that had never before appeared on the knights’ plane– a ghoul!
Having been completely changed to an undead, this ghoul turned its body and crouched on the ground. Its eyes, missing their eyelids, suddenly turned around, revealing milk-white and turbid eyeballs, so white one couldn’t see the pupils in them
Even though they had no pupils, this was no obstacle for the ghoul. Its unique senses made it especially sensitive to life force! It opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, before letting out a deep and threatening roar directed towards the radiant knights.
It bent its body, and with a powerful kick of its strong hind legs, the ghoul leapt towards the witcher-knight closest to it like an arrow shot out of a bow.
The witcher-knight was evidently stunned by the scene before him. He stumbled backwards in fear, but never ever thought of drawing his sword and resisting. This… this was a companion he used to know!
As a radiant knight, Meusel had undoubtedly experienced far more terrifying and strange things in his life compared to the young witcher-knights. He quickly struggled free from the shock and fear. With a quick step forward, he drew his sword and smacked the leaping ghoul’s body with the flat side of the blade.
“Stay down!”
The ghoul was smashed and blasted away along with his roar, and crashed into a small tree as wide as a human’s waist ten meters away, knocking it down. Crack! The loud snap of breaking bones cracked in the ghoul’s body.
However, it was obvious that this blow did not cripple the ghoul.
It rolled about the ground several times. When it finally got up, most of the bones on the front of its body had been completely shattered. However, it struggled and got up from the ground as if the wounds didn’t bother it, dragging its broken body and leaping towards Meusel once more.
“Die!”
Meusel finally recognized the reality. He no longer held back. The large sword in his hand glowed brilliantly, and like a sharp knife sliding through a piece of paper, he silently sliced the ghoul in two. However, the mild pause of the blade he felt when the longsword slashed through the spine of the ghoul caused his expression to sour.
He was an actual Second Grade radiant knight!
If even he felt a slight delay when he cut through this monster, how would the other witcher-knights fare against these monsters?
There was no time for him to think, as the entire camp was instantly engulfed in a rain of blood!