Chapter 71: Psychological Activities

After finishing the teleportation array, Ang was off to farm again. Not long after setting out, he saw a skeleton kneeling in the distance, its posture quite elegant. Looking closer, he noticed wing bones on its back, and beside the skeleton were two faint shadows.

As the two sides passed each other, their inner thoughts were intense.

“What is this? An angel’s skeleton?”

“What are those two shadows? Ghosts? No—Black Warriors? Black Warriors exist in this world?”

“What are they doing here? Digging up the angel’s bones? Is there an angel graveyard? No, it doesn’t look like they’ve been digging—the skeleton walked out on its own. An angel skull?”

“Should I greet them? What should I say? Have you eaten?”

“Oh no, how do you even greet a stranger on the road? I’m the God of Knowledge, but I have no experience with this!”

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“This is overloaded…”

“Carrying four things? What kind of horse is this?”

“Is that thing in front an angel?”

“Wait, aren’t those the guys from the goblin’s memory? Didn’t we come here to kill them?”

“What a coincidence! What should we do? Should we greet them? How do you greet a stranger?”

Above were the inner thoughts of Negrilis and the two Black Warriors. The others’ thoughts were much simpler.

Ang: What’s that? Black.

Little Zombie: What’s that? Can’t beat it.

Lightning: What’s that? Can’t outrun me.

Angel Skeleton: Mine.

He leapt straight off the horse and charged toward the skeleton on the ground.

“No! They’re stealing the holy relic!” The Black Warrior cried out in alarm, waving his hand—a blade materialized in his grip, as if his arm had extended, slashing toward the Angel Skeleton.

“Aaaah!” The Little Zombie jumped down, roaring as it charged into the Black Warrior.

Creak! A sharp rein-tug halted Lightning’s forward momentum; it veered sideways, legs alternating laterally like a dressage horse, moving horizontally.

A normal warhorse could never perform such rapid directional shifts or lateral movement.

The first Black Warrior quickly shifted his strike, swinging horizontally at the Little Zombie, who rolled sideways and dodged the blade.

The second Black Warrior’s blade was about to strike the Angel Skeleton when it raised its arm—a wristguard of condensed holy light appeared, clashing with a loud “Ding!” and firmly blocking the shadow blade.

The second Black Warrior pressed the blade’s tip forward, forcing the Angel Skeleton’s wrist down and slicing horizontally.

The Angel Skeleton’s other hand, wrapped in a glove of holy light, tried to grasp the shadow blade.

The second Black Warrior twisted the blade, flipping its edge—it slipped between the Angel Skeleton’s hands, pierced its chest, slid through the rib gaps, and penetrated halfway through its body before being stopped by the backbones, unable to pierce through.

“Got it! Killed it!” The second Black Warrior had just formed this thought when he saw the Angel Skeleton clench its fist, a holy light-wreathed punch driving straight into his eye socket.

The second Black Warrior yanked back urgently, withdrawing his blade and slashing wildly in front of him, forming a blade net.

Ding! Ding! Ding! The Angel Skeleton landed three consecutive punches—all striking the blade net—and both sides recoiled apart.

The Black Warrior stared at the Angel Skeleton, wary and uncertain.

The Angel Skeleton looked exactly like an angel, so the Black Warrior used tactics meant for angels—his shadow blade, forged from soul energy, inflicted massive damage when penetrating an angel’s body.

Angelic power dealt bonus damage to undead creatures; conversely, undead power dealt bonus damage to angels.

But nothing happened. The Angel Skeleton showed no reaction at all. Instead, the holy light on its hands made the Black Warrior’s heart race.

“Not an angel—it’s a skeleton wearing skin!” The second Black Warrior shouted loudly, warning his companion.

The first Black Warrior had already retreated. He passed the Little Zombie, but when he tried to advance again, Lightning had already moved sideways beside him.

Ang tossed Negrilis in front of the Little Zombie as a shield, then swung his scythe toward him.

The first Black Warrior could only flee, pulling distance while summoning his mount, transforming into a Black Knight, then turning to charge Ang.

Lightning refused to back down, charging straight at the enemy.

Huh? Ang tilted his head, yanking hard on the reins—he didn’t want to charge at all. He wasn’t familiar with this move.

Ang and Lightning disagreed, losing the initiative. They couldn’t build speed, forfeiting the cavalry’s greatest advantage.

The first Black Knight rejoiced, spurring his mount to top speed—his entire arm transformed into a shadow blade, slashing toward Ang. With the blade steady, the mount’s speed alone could split any enemy’s bones.

As the two sides were about to pass each other, Lightning shifted its body.

The Black Knight mistook Lightning for a horse, but Lightning wasn’t a horse—it could spread its limbs sideways like a human, forming a full split. No ordinary horse could do that. Combined with its maxed-out evasion, it moved as agilely as a monkey.

Misjudging the mount, the Black Knight’s blade missed its target—the two sides passed each other.

The rider passed, but the weapon didn’t—a scythe hooked toward him. He frantically slowed and raised his shadow blade.

Clang! The Black Knight was yanked clean off his mount.

His weapon was a sword—reliant on slashing. Ang’s weapon was a scythe—reliant on hooking. That’s why Ang refused Lightning’s charge.

Losing his mount, the Black Warrior lost both speed and height advantage. Ang struck down from above with a single scythe blow.

The Black Warrior retreated cautiously—he had to. As a Black Warrior capable of becoming intangible, even if slashed a few times, he wouldn’t be harmed—only his form might be slightly chipped.

What he needed to fear was something special—something that dealt bonus damage to spirits and souls, like the Death Scythe.

Well, the skeleton before him wielded the Death Scythe. Why could a gray-boned skeleton use the Death Scythe?

He retreated, parried, blocked, retreated again, parried, blocked, dodged. After a few exchanges, he decided to risk it. As he raised the Death Scythe, he lunged forward, rolled, and dove toward Lightning’s hooves, aiming to cut its legs.

Ang had been waiting for this moment. He roared at the Black Warrior: “Die!”

Holy Word: Die!

PS: Power outage. I typed this using my laptop’s battery. Posted early—no power tonight, will add more tomorrow.