Meanwhile, Yeorin the captain of the Ghastly Troops was turning colder.
Originally she thought she was using a butcher knife to kill chickens.
She had no doubts that these humans would be subdued at once. They used the Soulless and Kangshi, and they even cursed them along with sending Wolsa in.
However, she was still being careful even though she didn’t expect much resistance from them apart from Ma Taryong, who was known to be skilled.
The response of the members who seemed weak, though, was what made her doubt her eyes.
It was a tall skinny man.
His skills were at a level which would never be associated with a group .
And maybe that is why he was put in a unit focused on scouting.
No, the rest of them could be understood, but their captain?
Where the hell did that guy come from?
There were 7 to 8 Soulless who were evaluated to be skilled warriors, and 5 of such were sent after him.
He had been afflicted with the curse, so he should have died right away.
Anyone afflicted with this curse will not be able to move as they pleased.
If you wanted to raise an arm to block, your legs would instead come up, and if you wanted to stand straight you would attempt to roll, while if you wanted to dodge, you would end up opening your arms.
It was a horrid curse to be afflicted with in a large scale battle.
Although how a person reacts differs a lot, this wasn’t a weak curse.
But this man continued to survive dozens of attacks from the Soulless in such a state.
The Soulless broke the ground and moved ahead.
They were even blasting him with energy in the shape of spheres from their fingers. Yet, he was still alive.
It seemed each time like he was going to die, but he never did.
No, it didn’t stop there, and from a certain moment onward, he started to be able to avoid some of the attacks.
“It doesn’t look will come to an end any time soon.”
A person approached and spoke anxiously.
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“Ma Taryong and Wolsa are known to have reached the Peak Demon level. It will not be a quick victory. Besides, the captain there is showing signs of adapting to the curse.”
He detailed the entire situation.
“So are his subordinates. With the help of that little kid, two of them have already been freed and they alone seem to be able to deal with the Kangshi.”
The captain of this squad of the Hidden Truth Corps and its members.
They were unconventional people, not to mention the captain who seemed to be significantly stronger than his subordinates.
Eventually she pulled out a knife.
“Activate more spells.’
It seemed that the actual situation was one where they would be able to deal with them without much effort.
But if they let things drag on, then it would be a wrong decision.
So, she was thinking of using up all her energy to end it sooner.
“What kind of spell?”
“All the members will cast Ghost Cry for the members there. The captain will have an illusion spell used on him. If he loses his sight and hearing along with the delirium effect, then he will not be able to stand any longer.”
They already messed with his senses, and now they would end up having to spend a lot more energy to make the other two work.
It was like going from holding a sword in both hands to now holding three.
But she gave the order, and it certainly seemed like it would be necessary to do it.
Illusion spells were a sort of trickery, but the higher their skill, the more sophisticated the hallucinations would be.
Perhaps if they used additional illusions, the guy would lose consciousness.
Countless enemies would be added to what he would see. In addition, there is the Ghost Cry.
If he receives Yin Deficiency, his body will start to stiffen.
It was an instantaneous feeling of fear and helplessness. Some would simply fall while some descend into grief.
In other words, it was intended to mess with all the senses of Seol-Hwi.
“Ghastly Troops! Expand and use the illusion spell along with Ghost Cry!”
And the order fell as Yeorin continued to watch.
The movements of the captain were gradually slowing down.
It looked like he would collapse at any moment but was struggling to hold on.
She felt like her mouth was burning.
If only the Hidden Truth Corps’ captain was taken out, just that one person, she could have the upper hand.
Meanwhile, contrary to her worries, Seol-Hwi’s condition had deteriorated.
There was no place on his body that had gone unscathed.
As he was defending himself from the attacks of the Soulless, it felt meaningless to check where he was even injured.
Fortunately, his mind was fine.
He had somewhat gotten a feel for things and the way to move his body was being re-established as the fight progressed.
The problem now lay with his head.
His senses felt disturbed and others ended up being the opposite of what they normally were. However, he was gradually getting a feel for it.
To move his ankles, soles, and fingers he had to move in different ways.
For example, if he stuck his tongue out, his palm would instead open, and if he tried to roll his tongue, he would then clench his fist.
He figured out everything else but couldn’t find out how to move his head.
“Just one more thing I need to figure out.”
His opponent’s face distorted as he watched it, but there was no way his opponent would even care, so he continued to aim for Seol-Hwi.
As Gasa turned, there was the vice captain.
“Permission has been given.”
“Let the cry spread towards the man and his team along with an additional illusion for this man.”
Those who were watching had slightly puzzled faces.
They had a look on their faces which asked “do we really have to do that?”
“Hurry! This has already gone on long enough!”
At his urging, the man delivered the orders to others.
The members of the Ghastly Troops formed a formation, began to spread around, and chant the spell.
The sound of crying could now be heard.
Cries which increased in intensity over time rang out.
The Yin Deficiency was aimed at Seol-Hwi.
And then the reaction came.
For a moment his body stiffened.
He felt a weird cold energy enter his body through his ears.
He had to figure out just one thing.
The number of Soulless in front of him was increasing.
Maybe this was an illusion.
Actually, it was unlikely for the number to increase any further. They must have used additional spells to make the situation look impossible.
“Alright, it is done.”
At the beckoning of Gasa, the Soulless moved.
The Kangshi couldn’t deal with the subordinates.
Yorim and Seo Ryeong were ahead and they managed to stop these Kangshi.
The divine weapons which Seol-Hwi had given them were a huge threat to the opponent.
If a normal warrior had used this much internal energy, then they would have collapsed.
But such things didn’t happen here.
Even though they were manifesting 40 times the actual internal energy they would normally have, they were still alive.
In the midst of the commotion, there was a person who approached the Kangshi and beheaded it.
He smashed the head of the Kangshi who had fallen, and it didn’t regenerate.
Surprisingly, the person was Imugi.
“Haha! I figured it out! I figured out how they move!”
Even under the delirium spell, he was able to get rid of one Kangshi.
“You seem pretty good?”
Yong Jin praised making him smile.
“Then call me brother from now on!”
“Brother what? How dare you say that after performing just a couple tricks…”
“Quiet! They are doing something!”
Even in the midst of that, Seo Ryeong warned them.
The mood around the Fangshi had changed and the fallen Kangshi stopped moving as they just stared.
When everyone lowered their bodies in nervousness,
Songhwa’s voice, which was very low, continued.
Songhwa didn’t even have the time to explain. The dark energy was shot in the direction of the group.
It was an intangible energy which couldn’t be seen or avoided.
For a moment they all went silent without a word.
Their bodies didn’t move as if they had been frozen.
Only their eyes open with expressions changing could be seen.
To make matters worse, the Kangshi which were taken down began to move again.
There were only 10 of them that could get up, but it was still too many.
Now, there wasn’t a single person in the Hidden Truth Corps which could move.
Yorim closed his eyes. He felt it right then.
Seol-Hwi was enveloped in a strange spell.
Like a kaleidoscope it seemed that the number of Soulless had gone up from 10 to 20.
Only five. Other than that, the rest are just illusions.
However, was it because of his training? It seemed that he could distinguish between the real ones and the fakes.
Their number had increased to 20, but there were still several things moving at the same time. Therefore, he watched the attacks come in, and-
The attack on him only made a fuss but did no harm.
The cry of a child rang out, and as soon as he heard it, his body went stiff.
How long is this curse going to develop?
Despair, helplessness, and various strange things started running through his mind.
I can die. It doesn’t really matter to me.
There was a reason why the mental disturbance wouldn’t shake him.
He still has lives remaining.
So even if he died here, he can live again. The truth had dispelled the unnecessary thoughts.
When the attacks of the four Soulless all ceased, as they were illusions, another one came.
Seol-Hwi intuitively realized that one was real.
However, Seol-Hwi was unable to resist and was struck by the blow.
The opponent’s speed was too much.
Without even having time to react, his body which had barely stood up had fallen half way down.
His lips curved into a smile.
The five Soulless came close and still, he didn’t resist.
At this point there were no variables. This time, he was sure to twist his neck.
“Kukuku. Now I found out. Now I can…”
“Fuck… the big toe. This… isn’t this harsh? Why is the left big toe switched with the head? Kuk.”
With a dislocated shoulder, two hands, and one foot broken.
The captain was smiling as if he were having a good time.
The enemy side looked uncomfortable.
They cried out anxiously, wanting this to end.
This time, it looked like they wanted to give the final blow.
On the other hand, Seol-Hwi’s eyes looked extremely clear.
And with a smile brighter than anyone else, he continued to look and say,.
“I have been waiting for this moment.”
As soon as those words dropped, the funeral for the Soulless had finally started.
At that moment, Seol-Hwi activated it again and his eyes moved quickly.
He used the pill placed in the 3rd slot of the golden belt.
- Body returns to normal by recovering health - Internal energy restored
As the health and internal energy spread through the body.
He could feel his body recovering.
And Seol-Hwi really wanted something else.
He had never done it before, but it felt possible.
Sura Exploding Flame Arts.
Another skill in the midst of time being slowed.