Chapter 44

What afterlife world? Lumian was startled and quickly turned his head to look out the window.

He should have seen mountains, grasslands, and trees, but what met his eyes was a wasteland. The high clouds were pale, layer upon layer, blocking all the sunlight, casting everything into a vast shadow.

At this moment, figures moved and wandered on the black-brown wasteland. Most of them wore white hemp clothes, their faces pale and greenish, their eyes utterly vacant, and their mouths slightly open.

They didn't look like normal people at all.

Among the countless figures, some were running madly, heading towards the end of the wasteland, or coming from the end of the wasteland, as if they could never stop this behavior and obtain the long-desired rest.

At the end of the wasteland, where there seemed to be a cliff, some black monsters with goat horns and human-like bodies could be faintly seen. They occasionally grabbed a figure in white hemp clothes and threw them down.

Screams came from there, faintly reaching Lumian and Ourore's ears.

Tap, tap, tap. Among the countless figures, a tall human in deep black full-body armor rode a white horse that seemed to be nothing but skin and bones. He moved slowly at times and galloped back and forth, as if herding sheep.

Lumian, with his excellent vision, took advantage of the moment when the figure turned his body and saw his appearance from a distance.

Inside the helmet that gleamed with a metallic luster, two deep red lights flickered like flames. A ghastly wound extended from his neck to his navel, almost splitting him in half, causing pale intestines to trail out for a long stretch.

Without needing any other evidence, a thought flashed through Lumian's mind:

Death Knight!

This is the Death Knight that often appears in many Intis folk legends!

At this moment, the carriage he and Ourore were in stopped.

Naroka, without a word, opened the door and got out.

Apart from her clothes, her pale face, vacant eyes, and numb expression made her increasingly resemble those figures in white hemp clothes.

Ourore withdrew her gaze from the window and said in a low voice:

"Here are all spirits.

"Under no circumstances should you leave my side."

As she spoke, she took out a gold brooch and pinned it to her chest.

At the same time, she pulled out a gray-black powder from a hidden pocket in her clothes.

Lumian crawled to the front seat and looked at the driver, noticing that Sevér had also become like Naroka, with a pale face and vacant eyes, slowly walking into the depths of the wasteland, as if he had been dead for a long time.

He quickly said to Ourore:

"Sister, I am already a Beyonder. You deal with these spirits, and I will drive the carriage, quickly getting us out of here!"

Considering that he lacked the ability to deal with spirits and ghosts, he could only temporarily act as a driver.

Of course, if the Death Knight charged over, he would also try his best to help block him.

Ourore was startled and, without asking more, reminded him:

"Check the condition of the horses!"

Lumian then realized and began to observe the horses in front.

They seemed to have been drained of flesh and blood, their fur withered, covering their bones, and they were motionless.

"The two horses seem to be dead," Lumian reported the situation.

Before Ourore could speak, the spirits wandering around them, as if sensing the presence of the living, changed direction and surged towards the carriage, trying to get inside.

"XXX." Ourore uttered a word in a language Lumian couldn't understand.

With this word, the gold brooch on her chest glowed slightly, and the gray-black powder in her left hand instantly burned, emitting a strong but not irritating golden light.

This light, like water, flowed outwards. As soon as the spirits came into contact with it, they let out instinctive screams, and their "bodies" began to smoke.

They tried to retreat, but more spirits surged forward, forcing a large number of figures to crowd around the carriage, with many "people" evaporating and disappearing.

Lumian felt both envious and heavy-hearted.

He was angry that he couldn't provide much help and increasingly desired to advance in his sequence to gain more abilities.

Seeing that the powder in Ourore's hand was almost burned out, and more spirits were still surging from a distance, ignoring the fact that the figures in front had already been dissolved by the light, Lumian quickly reminded her:

"We can't stay here.

"Let's break out!"

Even if his sister had prepared sufficient materials, she couldn't deal with so many spirits!

Moreover, the Death Knight and the devil-like creatures at the end of the wasteland had not yet come this way.

The best course of action now was to escape this wasteland called the "afterlife world" while the materials were not yet exhausted.

Ourore nodded and simply said:

"Follow me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the gray-black powder in her hand burned out, and the surrounding empty wasteland was once again filled with spirits.

Ourore quickly took out more materials and, with the help of the gold brooch, made them burn naturally, creating a brilliant golden light.

The spirits that had just approached the carriage let out screams and melted in the light.

Ourore immediately jumped off the carriage and ran towards the nearest edge of the wasteland, with Lumian following closely behind.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the golden light, grabbing for Lumian's arm.

Lumian, with his excellent intuition and senses, detected the danger in advance and swung his forearm, striking the hand.

Slap!

It felt as if he had hit a block of hard ice, and a strong chill surged into his body, briefly freezing him.

Clack, clack, clack. As his teeth chattered, Lumian saw the owner of the hand.

It was a spirit in white hemp clothes, but its face was covered with a mask made of white paper, and its figure evaporated very slowly in the golden light.

Seeing Lumian pause, this strange spirit suddenly became ethereal and was about to overlap with him.

At this moment, a pure and holy light shone down, landing on the masked spirit.

It froze in place, its body burning intensely, and it dissipated into black smoke.

"Don't stop!" Ourore, who had removed her right hand from the gold brooch, continued to run.

Lumian, free from the cold, took large steps to catch up with his sister.

Relying on the gray-black powder and the wizard's spells, the two of them forcefully crossed the wasteland, with countless spirits in white hemp clothes evaporating in the golden light.

Unfortunately, Ourore could not have prepared only one type of material, filling each bag with the same thing. As a wizard, she had to consider various situations and scenarios.

Before long, the hidden pocket containing the sunflower powder had become empty.

At this moment, they were still several hundred meters away from the edge of the wasteland, and the surrounding spirits seemed endless.

What made the siblings even more fearful was that the Death Knight seemed to have sensed the commotion and turned his horse towards them.

In the golden light, Ourore's expression changed several times, and she slowed her pace, gritting her teeth and saying:

"Stupid brother, when you hear me say 'three,' run towards the edge of the wasteland, don't look back!"

Lumian was about to object, but Ourore added:

"Don't worry, I will follow you. Staying here will only interfere with my use of a powerful spell and slow down my escape."

As she spoke, she took off the gold brooch from her chest, handed it to Lumian, who had also slowed down, and gave him instructions:

"Focus your spirituality and extend it to this brooch. When you run, repeat this word, 'XXX'!"

Lumian didn't understand the word but memorized its pronunciation.

As soon as he received the gold brooch, he felt a warm light shine on him, and many dark thoughts disappeared, making his thoughts slightly dull.

Instinctively wearing the brooch, Lumian focused his mind and extended his spirituality as his sister had instructed.

Seeing that the gray-black powder in her hand was running out, Ourore took out more materials and shouted loudly:

"One, two, three!"

To avoid slowing down his sister, Lumian started running.

Almost simultaneously, he shouted the word with all his might:

"XXX!"

The gold brooch glowed, emitting a pale golden light.

At this moment, Lumian felt as if he had a small sun on his chest, and the surrounding spirits instinctively avoided him.

Thump, thump, thump!

As he ran, he couldn't help but worry about his sister and turned his head to look back at Ourore.

Ourore remained in place, surrounded by swirling black smoke.

This black smoke seemed to have a strong attraction to the spirits, making them abandon Lumian and surge towards Ourore.

Lumian was not a fool; he immediately understood that his sister's words about "following him" were a lie.

"Ourore!"

He shouted, immediately stopping and turning around.

He was afraid that if someone died in the loop, they would truly die when the loop ended.

Ourore, hearing his voice, turned back and saw him stop, quickly shouting:

"Are you stupid? Run!"

Lumian didn't speak and ran towards Ourore. The spirits in front of him parted to let him pass under the light of the gold brooch.

Seeing this, Ourore lowered her head slightly and whispered:

"What a fool..."

She then took out another material and sprinkled the iron-black substance towards Lumian.

Lumian was instantly pressed by an invisible giant hand, forcefully pushed towards the edge of the wasteland.

He struggled violently but found no point to exert force.

The next moment, he saw Ourore, with her blonde hair tied up, showing a slightly sad smile.

Ourore softly called out:

"Foolish brother, live well..."

Before she finished speaking, the black smoke around her was completely devoured by the spirits.

She was directly exposed to countless figures and the Death Knight.

"Ourore!"

Lumian's eyes widened to the limit, and his eye sockets seemed to crack, with red blood vessels appearing in his eyes and on his skin.

But he was still being pushed towards the edge of the wasteland.

At this moment, all the spirits stopped their actions.

Something seemed to be happening in the distance.

Ourore sensed it and looked in surprise, seeing an open carriage passing by.

The carriage, like a seashell or a cradle, was entirely dark red. Instead of horses, it was pulled by two black creatures with goat horns, resembling devils.

Inside the carriage sat a woman, wearing a floral crown and a green dress, with a face that resembled Mrs. Poullis.

But unlike Mrs. Poullis, she had a very authoritative presence.

The Death Knight turned his horse and followed this lady.

All the spirits in the wasteland made the same choice, clustering behind the carriage and heading towards the blurry mountains on the other side of the wasteland.