Wayne stood upon the high wall, gazing far toward the obelisk.
He had planned to find a vantage point to observe and confirm that the Death Church had the capability to transport the stone tablets before he made his move, but the enemy had installed surveillance, making it impossible to hide.
If he couldn’t hide, he wouldn’t—instead, he would just walk over there openly.
Below the high wall, Oscar led his underlings and the Skeleton Soldiers, rushing forward. The houses of the giants were not friendly to ordinary people. Looking at the towering stone walls, Oscar waved his hand grandly, ordering the Skeleton Soldiers to climb up first.
He spotted the Spirit-eating Crows and confirmed that two of the enemies were already half-dead. Following the Bishop’s orders, he intended to bring back the two captives alive.
They would flay and skin the captives, stripping away the flesh with the most brutal methods to turn them into Skeleton Soldiers.
Just as the fifty Skeleton Soldiers had just climbed onto the wall, suddenly there came a whooshing sound as if something had fallen from above.
Oscar looked up and saw a blur flash across his field of vision as a dark figure plummeted to the ground at high speed.
Fissures spread in all directions, and the flung dirt and stone fragments struck about like bullets, hitting several Death Church members in miners’ garb. They didn’t have time to dodge and were smashed bloody-faced by the debris.
Wayne stood on the recessed pit, a wisp of grey spreading in his eyes. An Immortal Body possessed him, basking in the tranquility of death, his mind clear and sensation acute.
A Godly Soldier from the heavens!
Such a high-profile entrance, like a high-speed falling object, stunned Oscar and his followers. The wounds on their faces no longer hurt as they just stood there, staring dumbfounded at Wayne emerging from the rubble.
Oscar was the first to react, ordering the Skeleton Soldiers to attack. Rows of Skeleton Soldiers leaped down from the wall, their dead eyes filled with bewilderment.
Wayne subdued his aura, and due to his inherently concealed Magic Power, Oscar and the others couldn’t tell he was a ’dead man.’
The Skeleton Soldiers saw one of their own and, with their empty brains, could not process such a complex command, standing by for new orders.
"Take me to your boss," Wayne spoke coldly, his eyes full of disdain, "tell him the Death Knight is looking for him."
Oscar laughed angrily, seeing the Skeleton Soldiers were of no use, he signaled for his underlings to swarm the enemy.
The only enemy was one person, who was also cursed. Capture him alive!
Over ten miners were Hexagram Level Mages, not having mastered any profound Faith Magic nor even worthy of summoning the Divine Power of a Proxy. They each conjured Elemental Magic of the Four Elements and bombarded their target.
In the Giant City Ruins, the elemental content was extremely high, but only Silver Mages were qualified to harness these free elements in the air. The miners could only call upon the Four Elements gained through meditation, with sounds of crackling and splashing, creating quite a spectacle.
An afterimage flashed, and a black figure burst through the wall of flames, dashing in front of a miner.
In the moment they passed by each other, the miner flew backward as if struck head-on by a train, blood gushing from his mouth and nose mid-air, already breathless by the time he hit the ground.
Wayne’s figure flickered, moving at a speed difficult for normal humans to react to. He didn’t transform into a Death Knight right away to prove himself, planning first to wear down his opponents’ living forces before transforming when facing the Golden Mage alone.
Nor did he consider the followers of death as his own due to being a Death Knight. It had nothing to do with factions nor did it stem from a belief in the irreconcilability of good and evil. His moral baseline was flexible, and his self-perception was very vague; he didn’t have the right to condemn others as villains.
Ultimately, it boiled down to Mayor Welsh’s ledger being too bloody. If that could be tolerated...
He feared that he too might become a person like that!
"Return to the embrace of death..."
An indifferent voice echoed in the area as Oscar witnessed his underlings, painstakingly trained, fall grievously wounded. The Skeleton Soldiers looked on indifferently, his eyes bulging with fury, he summoned the surrounding free Fire Element, shaping a Flame Serpent with his thoughts.
The ruins were rich in elemental content, easily drawing copious amounts of Fire Element.
The serpent, a hundred meters long, radiated an alarming heat. As it opened its jaws, one could barely see the churning waves of fire within, akin to flowing lava, exuding immense pressure.
Oscar didn’t attack immediately, and his underlings scrambled to hide behind him upon seeing this.
Wayne glanced at the serpent lowering its head, its gaping maw spewing flames: "Not bad, at least the shaping is commendable. It makes me itch to try my hand."
He waved his hand, and the surging Fire Element swarmed toward him, desperate to push forward as if unwilling to step back even a bit.
Red flames trailed down its long tail, scales meticulously arranged, giving it a lifelike appearance. The great serpent clung to the ground, emitting wisps of smoke, and lifted its head high, its golden serpent eyes flickering with ferocity.
This head numbered eight in total.
The eight-headed Flame Serpent that Wayne summoned was even more immense, like a moving volcano, its coils exuding a suffocating heat wave.
The two serpents confronted each other, the air searing hot.
Oscar’s eyes widened, incredulous. How could the serpent on the other side be so large? Was it a new formula?
The Flame Serpent formed of Fire Element knew no fear and would not cower because of smaller size. But as the eight heads of Wayne’s serpent simultaneously opened their jaws wide, Oscar’s serpent instantly disintegrated as the fire merged into the eight heads, which then sprouted a ninth head.
A maneuver previously unseen left Oscar dumbstruck; he had never known magic could betray until this very moment.
Wayne laughed heartily, "Hehehe—" He pressed a hand downward, commanding the Nine-Headed Hydra to share its warmth with the opposition.
The nine heads rose high, the glowing red light overtaking the dark sky, as nine pillars of fire struck the earth. The rolling sea of fire blazed furiously, the intense heat igniting even the air in that moment.