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Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 37, Despair

“Bounty: Judgment is Coming(***)”
"Content: Kill Yvette Franklin, the Spirit Guard of the Divine Pond, destroy the soul, and purify the prayer mark 100%."
"award:****"
"Bounty: Judgment Coming (Level 1)"
"Content: Kill Judy, Mumu and other thirty-one and a half fanatics, destroy the souls, and strip off the hearts of the fanatics (incomplete)."
"Reward: 1 achievement point/for every 3 people."
There were two tasks in a row, both of which were very demanding. As soon as Ian saw the string of hidden characters, he skipped it without thinking and quickly browsed the second task.
Killing the semi-fanatics? It seems possible to try.
Judy and Mumu are those apprentices. Most of their strength is far inferior to Ian. If the improvement after transformation is not too serious, you can naturally try to add some achievement points. Although I don’t know what the use of this thing is, it must be valuable.
It’s precious, it’s the price of human life.
He didn't know much about Marcus's background, but this man was extremely agile and ruthless. He always struck the fatal part with the knife, and he immediately drew the knife out without any pause, which impressed Ian.
Eyelids twitching.
Sure enough, it was only in a desperate situation that one could see his true face. This man was definitely not a simple man. He was wary of Da Sheng, and Jasmine beside him also frowned.
Even the knights who claim to be the strongest in hand-to-hand combat may not be able to do this. It's not about their skills, but their character.
There are few people who can match such a ruthless character. Now it seems that his usual reckless image is just a disguise.
However, despite this, the three of them are still in a difficult situation, because the fatal attacks that can kill ordinary people do not work on them. The current state of these apprentices is as if they have been blessed with the fanatical magic of the light priest or the blood surge of the dark priest.
Incredibly tenacious vitality.
They tried their best but could only knock down five of them together, and the rest all rushed over. If they hadn't been backed by a stone wall and restricted the space, they might have been attacked from both sides.
"You have to behead or amputate the limbs so that you can work." Marcus, who was covered in blood, said coldly.
Ian and Jasmine looked at each other, nodded in unison, and said solemnly: "Of course we want to live."
After a quick glance at the task inscribed on the inscription, Ian waved the dagger with determination, no longer caring that the opposite person was a companion who had lived together for many years.
Click, he slashed into Judy's neck, and memories suddenly came to his mind: This woman came to Todes Cemetery a year later than him, and they often attended classes together before she woke up. Even though Ian's reputation as a wooden person was well-known.
, she also often showed kindness to him. He was probably one of those people whose memory was more profound.
But at this moment, he could only see fanaticism and hatred in the other person's eyes, and no sense at all. Therefore, he immediately understood that the woman who might awaken to become a wizard after the winter had disappeared, and the woman in front of him was just a shell.
Seeing that the other party was still grabbing at him fiercely, and there were other apprentices rushing towards her ferociously, he increased his strength in his hand, pulled her hard, and decapitated her.
Judy's head fell to the ground, but her body was still twitching. Blood spurted all over his face and body. It was warm and salty, making him want to gag.
At this moment, with his peripheral vision, he noticed a mass of rich ink being peeled off from Judy's blood-stained head, and a ray of light shot out from the forehead of the statue of Hyderian. Just as he was about to pull it over, he saw that inside his body
It also projected a black light, cutting off the thread and smashing it into pieces.
Yi Anxin felt something, and when he was distracted, he saw that the achievement point on the obelisk quietly changed to "2"
2?
Did he kill someone before?
Before she had time to think about it, Yvette in front of the statue let out a shrill scream, and the mark was completely integrated into her body. When she opened her eyes again, her two eyes had become pure black, and she could not distinguish the whites of the eyes.
The suppressed sacred aura dissipated, and she was floating in the air. Her body was still the same, but she was no longer that person.
Her eyes swept over everyone without any emotion, and everyone shivered like a cold wave passing by.
"****" Yvette uttered a few inexplicable syllables, and then started singing to herself. Soon, three vague figures appeared in front of her, and they gradually solidified.
"What did she say?" Jasmine asked nervously.
Marcus put her aside again and shouted: "I don't know, she is no longer Yvette."
"What do you still want to say?" Jasmine glared, then looked at the figure in front of Yvette, and couldn't help but tremble. Without warning, the apprentice bit her arm and tore off a piece of flesh, causing blood to flow profusely.
.
"ah……"
She yelled, and when Ian saw this, he quickly kicked away the apprentices around her and pursed his lips without answering.
He knew what Yvette said, which was the divine word: "Kill them all." This was the translation of the obelisk.
"We are going to die, everyone is going to die." Jasmine suddenly collapsed on the stone wall in despair, her tears flowing uncontrollably. Her yelling was not out of pain, but out of vent after the collapse of her psychological defenses.
Because she recognized the figure wearing a crown in front of Yvette, that was - that was the king.
Those are the super undead who have come back from the dead in the plane of the undead. They are the most devout servants of the Scythe Bearer. They are the source of darkness.
It seems that in order to save Elfo, Hyderian spent a lot of money on this mark instinct. Not only did he directly create a divine pond spirit guard, he also summoned three kings in succession. With such a lineup, even Kong, one of the twelve mentors,
Syre Hettings was determined to be irresistible.
No one is a fool, and a fool cannot survive the apprenticeship. The other two people also saw it, and deep despair filled everyone's hearts.
"Cheer up, this is a monastic order, how can we allow the undead to run wild." Ian has already died once, so naturally he is not willing to sit back and die again. God knows if there will be a chance to save the data and come back again.
He grabbed Jasmine's arm vigorously and tried to shake her awake. Regardless of how noble the Phoenix family was, he shouted loudly: "Listen, we have to save ourselves, don't give up, ah~~~"
"You must die in battle!"
After all, the knight family's bloody bravery was strong. Under such circumstances, he threw Jasmine away and rushed towards the equally fanatical and ferocious apprentices with a ferocious look on his face.
But after Yvette woke up, the apprentices became even more crazy, and the three of them gradually became unable to support themselves. If the apprentices had not been using their bare hands and did not know how to summon magic spells, they would have collapsed.
Marcus and Jasmine each had their own methods and seemed to be much better off, but Ian was the worst off. His body was already overstretched and he was hanging on with just one breath, and he didn't have any magic items.
Boom, Ian, whose limbs were stiff due to overdraft, was knocked down with a headbutt. Then a dozen pairs of feet stepped on his body and continued to pounce towards Jasmine and Marcus.
"Ian!" Jasmine cried loudly, not knowing whether it was for him or for other reasons. Marcus gritted his teeth, his blood-stained face looking ferocious.
Are you going to die?
Ian fell to the ground in a daze, his whole body stiff, and he could no longer feel anything. Even the stumps on the ground, the dirty liquid mixed with blood and internal organs poured into his mouth and nose, and he could not make any "choking" movements.
Come on, even my thoughts move very slowly.
The apprentice's stepping movements from time to time helped him complete the "exhalation" and "inhalation", but it was too rough.
He's going to die.
The three figures gradually solidified, and they slowly raised their heads to look upward at the empty chain. Their gazes could not be blocked even though they were separated by different spaces.
King, come!
"Hmph, this little guy is right, this is a monastic order... how can we allow the undead to run wild?"
Chapter completed!
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