Chapter 66: Ghost Warrior

Ang arrived faster than Lu Se. Arriving in front of a pit, people were on guard at the entrance, and a crowd surrounded two workers.

The report said they were dead, but in reality, they weren't dead yet. Both had been stabbed in the neck, and a large amount of fresh blood was gushing out. Their faces were becoming paler and paler, and it looked like they were about to hang up.

Lisa was at a loss on the side. Although her Purification Art had some healing effect, it wasn't mainly used for healing; it was used for beauty, and it was only Level 1. Facing this kind of trauma, she was completely powerless.

This was probably why the reporter said they were dead. Such injuries were undoubtedly fatal in this world.

Ang walked over and took a look. Lisa said anxiously: "The major blood vessels are injured, and the blood pressure is too high. It will burst the wound before it can heal. At least a Level 4 potent healing spell is needed to heal the wound immediately."

"Don't let it burst." Ang tilted his head.

"Ah?" Lisa was a bit confused. What did my lord mean by that? It meant it couldn't heal immediately, so it would burst. If you don't let it burst, wouldn't it heal?

Ang squatted down, focusing his intent on the wound on the neck. The wound moved slightly, tightening from both sides toward the middle, as if an invisible little hand pulled the wound together, and the blood slowly stopped.

He cast holy light on the wound, and the enhanced version of the Purification Art, several times stronger than Lisa's, quickly healed the wound. Once the wound was completely healed, Ang released his intent, and the pressure at the wound could no longer burst it.

With the aid of intent, it was equivalent to having an invisible hemostat, stopping the bleeding first and then treating. Following this method, both wounded were temporarily saved, but they had lost too much blood, and whether they could survive was still an unknown.

"That's it?" Surprised by Ang's understatement, Lisa leaned over to Fielin and asked quietly: "Can your intent make a wound tighten?"

Fielin shook his head: "I can't. My lord's soul is too strong."

After treating the wounded, Ang cast his large scythe and led everyone into the pit.

Inside was a pitch-black corridor, with exquisite reliefs on all four sides. At every distance, there were sculptures hanging on the walls.

Negris warned as soon as it saw them: "Be careful of those sculptures; they are gargoyles."

"Roar!" The little zombie roared and flew into a sculpture, directly smashing it into powder, and it fell down.

Negris roared in anger: "I told you to be careful, not to crash into it, ah ah ah ah!!!"

However, the shattered sculpture also showed their state. After being buried for over a thousand years, these gargoyles had lost their activity.

"Roar!" The little zombie didn't care about Negris. It let out a roar and crashed into another sculpture.

During this time in the wilderness planting vegetables, the one who benefited the most was actually the little zombie. Every night, it learned from Ang and stretched its hand into the Breath of Rest.

At first, it only dared to stretch one finger out, touch it, and pull it back, touch it again and pull it back. Soon, it dared to hold its finger up the whole time.

The cold aura in the Breath of Rest tempered its soul and strengthened its skin and flesh. Although it still looked like a tough-skinned zombie, the sturdiness of its body had long reached the level of a copper-skinned zombie, and it was the kind of copper-skinned zombie with super-high density and no osteoporosis.

If it weren't for Ang demonstrating in person, a zombie lich of its level would absolutely not dare to expose its body to the Breath of Rest, because they didn't know the benefits of doing so, only knowing that the cold aura would make the soul very uncomfortable.

But without going through thousands of tempers, how could one possess a strong physique? "Eat the bitterness of bitterness, only then can you become a zombie among zombies."

Another crash, and the sculpture on the opposite wall turned into fragments.

Just as it was about to crash into the third one, that sculpture turned into a cloud of smoke in advance and disappeared. The little zombie crashed directly into the wall.

"Everyone be careful." Negris had just warned when the angel skeleton's hands suddenly lit up with holy light, covering its hands like two light gauntlets, and then it threw a punch.

*Clang! * There was nothing in front, but it clearly hit something, making a *clang* sound of collision. The light on the angel skeleton's hands also brightened because of the collision, reflecting a blurry shadow.

Before everyone could see what it was, the angel skeleton's other fist smashed over. *Clang! * Another sound of collision.

The angel skeleton's two fists were like a chain of cannons, *clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang*, attacking in a series, the sounds of collision connecting into one.

Its usual play with the little zombie wasn't just play; many creatures' combat techniques and hunting techniques were practiced from play.

Continuous collisions, constant flashes of light, and by the light, they could barely see what the angel skeleton was fighting: it was a human-shaped cloud of smoke, holding two shadow-like daggers, stabbing rapidly.

"It's a Ghost Warrior!" Negris, who saw it clearly, hurriedly warned.

Ang tilted his head and looked at it.

Negris sighed: "Do you not know what a Ghost Warrior is?"

Ang nodded.

"Do you know what a ghost is? Remember Fielin's little pet, Black Face? Then do you know what a Black Warrior is? Ghost Warriors are like Black Warriors; they are spiritual bodies with physical forms. The difference is that Ghost Warriors have no wisdom, while Black Warriors have wisdom, just like the difference between a zombie and a lich."

"For things like guards, it's better to have no wisdom. If a soul with wisdom stayed here for thousands of years, it would probably have run away long ago." After saying that, Negris cursed again: "I am the God of Knowledge, not the God of Common Sense. Don't keep asking these common sense things."

"Oh, where did the King go?" Ang immediately thought of the question he wanted to know most, which wasn't common sense.

"..." If it weren't for knowing Ang's personality, Negris would have thought he was doing it on purpose. How could he stab someone in the wound like that?

During the time Ang and Negris were talking, the battle between the angel skeleton and the Ghost Warrior entered a white-hot stage. The holy light in the angel skeleton's hands was like two gauntlets, and in a head-on collision, the Ghost Warrior's shadow spikes didn't fall behind at all, instead forcing the enemy to retreat step by step.

The Ghost Warrior retreated to the wall step by step, and with nowhere to retreat, it could only turn into a cloud of smoke.

The angel skeleton's punch missed and smashed into the wall with a loud *bang*, almost cracking the wall, which made the little zombie on the other side shiver.

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

An ordinary angel might not be able to see through the Ghost Warrior's tracks, but the one in front of them wasn't an angel; it was a skeleton wearing an angel's skin. It also used its soul to observe the world.

The Ghost Warrior was good at hiding in shadows and assassinating, but it couldn't compete head-on with a battle angel with a strong desire to fight. When even its tracks were seen through, its fate was sealed.

The Ghost Warrior thrown back to the ground was continuously bombarded by the angel skeleton's holy-light-wrapped fists and exploded into fragments.

After blowing up the enemy, the angel skeleton ran back, *scoot, scoot, scoot*, and raised its little fist for Ang to see. There was a damaged wound on it, probably caused by smashing into the wall.

Ang cast holy light to treat it, and with his other hand, the Death Scythe hooked forward, hooking back a wisp of soul flame.

The angel skeleton blew up the Ghost Warrior but failed to kill it. If it waited for it to recover, it would be a huge threat to those ordinary people.

In the corridor behind, they didn't encounter any more enemies. Time was indeed the greatest enemy of all things; even immortal souls were sometimes hard to withstand the erosion of time.

But it was more likely that they disappeared along with the King.

Arriving at the end of the corridor, they saw a thick wall. They couldn't see any mechanism or switch, and even the soul couldn't penetrate it.

"This door, how do you open it?" Ang asked Negris. This shouldn't be common sense.

"..." ===== CHAPTER 67 =====