Chapter 66

Ang came even faster than Lus, stopping in front of a pit where someone was on guard, and a group of people were surrounding two workers.

They were reported to be dead, but in reality, they were not quite dead yet. Both had been stabbed in the neck, and a large amount of blood was gushing out, their faces growing increasingly pale, and they were about to die.

Lisa stood helplessly nearby. Although her Purifying Face Technique had some healing effects, it was mainly for beauty, and being only level one, it was powerless against such severe injuries.

This was probably why the person reporting said they were dead. Such injuries would be fatal in this world.

When Ang came over and took a look, Lisa said anxiously, "The major blood vessels are damaged. The pressure is too high, and the wound will be washed open before it can heal. At least a level four powerful healing spell is needed to immediately close the wound."

"Don't let it wash open," Ang tilted his head.

"Huh?" Lisa was a bit confused. What did the adult mean? It's precisely because it can't heal immediately that it gets washed open. If it doesn't get washed open, wouldn't it heal?

Ang squatted down, focusing his mind on the neck wound. The wound slightly moved, the edges pulling together as if an invisible hand was pulling the wound closed, and the blood slowly stopped.

He then summoned holy light and pressed it on the wound, a much stronger version of the Purifying Face Technique, which quickly healed the wound. Once the wound was completely healed, Ang released his focus, and the pressure at the wound site could no longer break through.

With the assistance of his mind, it was like having an invisible hemostat, stopping the bleeding before healing. Using this method, both injured workers were temporarily saved, but due to excessive blood loss, whether they would survive was still uncertain.

"Is that it?" Surprised by Ang's nonchalance, Lisa leaned over to Phyllis and whispered, "Can your mind do that to tighten the wound?"

Phyllis shook her head, "No, the adult's soul is too strong."

After healing the injured, Ang summoned a large scythe and led everyone into the pit.

Inside was a long, dark corridor, with exquisite carvings on all four walls, and sculptures hanging on the walls at regular intervals.

Nigris immediately warned, "Be careful of those sculptures; they are gargoyles."

"Roar!" The small zombie roared and leaped, smashing the sculpture to pieces.

Nigris roared in anger, "I told you to be careful, not to smash them!!!"

However, the shattered sculptures revealed their state. After being buried for over a thousand years, these gargoyles had become inactive.

"Roar!" The small zombie didn't care about Nigris, roared again, and charged at another sculpture.

During this time, the small zombie benefited the most from farming in the wild. Every night, it learned from Ang, extending its hand into the Resting Wind.

At first, it only dared to extend one finger, touching and retracting, then touching and retracting again. Soon, it could keep its finger extended.

The cold aura in the Resting Wind refined its soul and strengthened its flesh. Although it still looked like a tough-skinned zombie, its body's sturdiness had long reached the level of a copper-skinned zombie, and it was a dense, non-porous type.

If not for Ang's example, a necromancer of its level would never dare to expose its body to the Resting Wind, as they didn't know the benefits and only knew that the cold aura would make the soul uncomfortable.

But without enduring hardships, how could one have a strong body? Only through suffering can one become a true zombie.

Another charge, and the sculpture on the opposite wall turned to pieces.

Just as it was about to charge the third sculpture, the statue turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, and the small zombie crashed into the wall.

"Everyone, be careful." Nigris warned just as the angel skeleton's hands suddenly glowed with holy light, like two glowing gloves, and it threw a punch.

Clang! There was nothing in front, but it clearly hit something, making a clanging sound. The holy light on the angel skeleton's hands brightened, revealing a blurry shadow.

Before anyone could see what it was, the angel skeleton's other fist struck again. Clang! Another clanging sound.

The angel skeleton's fists, like a rapid-fire cannon, clanged and clanged, striking in rapid succession, the clanging sounds merging into a continuous stream.

Its usual play with the small zombie wasn't just play; many creatures' combat and hunting skills are practiced through play.

Continuous collisions, constant flashes, and with the help of the light, they could barely see what the angel skeleton was fighting. It was a human-shaped cloud of smoke, holding two shadowy short daggers, rapidly thrusting.

"It's a Wraith Warrior!" Nigris, who had seen clearly, quickly warned.

Ang tilted his head and looked at it.

Nigris sighed, "Do you not know what a Wraith Warrior is?"

Ang nodded.

"Do you know what a wraith is? Do you remember Phyllis's little pet, Blackface? And do you know what a Black Knight is? A Wraith Warrior is similar to a Black Knight, being a physical spirit, but the difference is that a Wraith Warrior lacks intelligence, while a Black Knight has intelligence, just like the difference between a zombie and a lich."

"Guardians and such are best without intelligence. Intelligent souls staying here for a thousand years would probably have run away long ago." After saying this, Nigris scolded, "I am the God of Knowledge, not the God of Common Sense. Don't always ask about common things."

"Oh, where did the king go?" Ang immediately thought of the question he most wanted to know but wasn't common knowledge.

"..." If not for knowing Ang's character, Nigris would think he was doing it on purpose. Who stabs others in the wound like that?

During the time Ang and Nigris were talking, the battle between the angel skeleton and the Wraith Warrior intensified. The holy light in the angel skeleton's hands acted like two gloves, and the Wraith Warrior's shadowy daggers were no match, forcing the enemy to step back.

The Wraith Warrior was pushed back to the wall, with no more room to retreat, and it turned into a cloud of smoke.

The angel skeleton's punch missed, hitting the wall with a loud thud, almost cracking it, making the small zombie shudder.

Spreading its wings, the angel skeleton flew up, grabbed a cloud of smoke, and threw it to the ground with force.

An ordinary angel might not be able to see through the Wraith Warrior's movements, but this one wasn't an angel but a skeleton in angel's clothing, observing the world with its soul.

The Wraith Warrior excelled in stealth and assassination but was no match for the aggressive combat angel when facing it head-on. Once its movements were seen through, its fate was sealed.

The Wraith Warrior, thrown to the ground, was hit repeatedly by the angel skeleton's holy light-covered fists, exploding into pieces.

After defeating the enemy, the angel skeleton ran back, showing Ang its small fist, which had a damaged wound, probably from hitting the wall.

Ang summoned holy light to heal it, and with his other hand, he extended the Scythe of Death, hooking back a soul flame.

The angel skeleton had defeated the Wraith Warrior but couldn't kill it. If it recovered, it would be a significant threat to the ordinary people.

In the subsequent corridor, they didn't encounter any more enemies. Time was indeed the greatest enemy of all, even for the undying souls, who sometimes couldn't withstand the erosion of time.

But it was more likely that they had disappeared with the king.

At the end of the corridor, they saw a thick wall, with no visible mechanism or switch, and even the soul couldn't penetrate it.

"How do we open this door?" Ang asked Nigris, this wasn't common knowledge.

"..."