The Knight's Plane had never seen such evil undead creatures as ghouls.
In some of the more remote areas, there might be some wild undead creatures. But most of them were low-level skeletons that squeaked as they walked, or some withered corpses that crawled out of the ground. There were even some spirits that had lost their intelligence.
As for elite undead creatures like the ghouls, they would not appear naturally without the help of an undead controller.
But today, under the influence of the Wizard Beast Plague and the catalysis of the black smoke, the injured Demon Hunter Knights could no longer withstand the powerful witchcraft and were transformed into strong and healthy ghouls. Perhaps it was because the knights' original physique was too strong that the ghouls they transformed into possessed extraordinary strength and physique.
Of course, the ghouls' unique agility was also enhanced!
They were like a group of skinned humans that were soaked in stinky water for a few days and nights. Their bodies were pale as if they had drowned. Their skin was sticky and slippery, emitting a pungent stench.
Under the terrified gazes of the Demon Hunter Knights, the ghouls that had completed their transformation gathered together and launched an attack on the humans around them. The Demon Hunter Knights were caught off guard and just as they drew their swords, they were knocked to the ground by the pouncing ghouls.
Their sharp claws and powerful physique made their attacks exceptionally sharp. The knight's armor that was as thick as a finger was as thin as a piece of paper, easily torn and pierced through by the ghouls. The ghouls crawled on the Demon Hunter Knights, opened their mouths and bit down on their necks.
With just one bite, half of the Demon Hunter Knight's neck was destroyed. His neck was bleeding profusely, his throat was broken, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The Demon Hunter Knights that were attacked immediately lost their ability to fight back. They could only press on the wound on their necks with their hands. Even their last cry for help was swallowed by the blood that flowed out of their mouths and noses.
Of course, there were some knights who reacted quickly and drew their rune swords to fight the ghouls that were charging at them.
However, the excess fat and useless organs in the ghouls' bodies had all melted away. Under the nourishment of their flesh and blood, their bones had become especially thick and sturdy. Their muscle fibers and tendons had also become as strong as steel wire. As a result, every slash of the demon hunters felt as if they were hacking a particularly tough ancient tree. They were shocked by the difficulty that came from the bottom of their hands.
Left with no choice, all the Demon Hunter Knights could only activate the rune arrays on the rune swords. As the bright red and blue runes flowed on the longswords, the knights had a much easier time fighting the ghouls.
No matter how tough the skull and body of a ghoul was, it could not compare to the sharpness of a rune weapon.
Soon, the Demon Hunters regained the upper hand and began to force the ghouls to a corner of the campsite. However, in the fifteen minutes of chaos, another forty Demon Hunter Knights had fallen victim to the sharp claws of the ghouls. Every Demon Hunter Knight who witnessed the scene was filled with a towering rage as his flesh was torn apart and his body was bitten until there was not a single unscathed part of his body.
These evil Magi! They should be torn to shreds!
The knight of Musselle strode forward and swung his Berserk Flame Blade horizontally like an indestructible red machete. It flew for more than 50 meters and finally broke a tree that was so thick that it would take two people to wrap their arms around it before it completely disappeared. As it flew through the air, the pale and swollen bodies of seven ghouls were silently cut in half. Black, sticky blood soaked the ground beneath their feet.
"Don't get entangled with them. Get on the magic colts, we …" Musselle's powerful voice came to an abrupt halt, replaced by shock and unconcealable fear.
At a corner of the campsite where they stored their magic colts, black smoke had already enveloped the area.
Under the influence of the terrifying witchcraft, the demonic colts howled and fell to the ground one after another. Blood was gushing out of every pore on their bodies.
Purplish black blood!
For a long time, the demon colts that had accompanied the Demon Hunter Knights day and night were about to die!
For a moment, even a Knight of Radiance like Musselle could not help but feel the world spin. Everything in front of him became so blurry.
They were Knights! Knights who had lived their entire lives on horseback and rode their magic colts on the battlefield!
Exquisite and sturdy knight armor, exquisite arm shields that could eject energy shields, iron gloves that balanced flexibility and defense, iron knee pads, metal boots, as well as rune longswords and rune bows made of special metals … Excluding the small accessories, the rune equipment alone weighed 45 kilograms.
With such heavy equipment and the weight of the Knights, only the sturdy magic colts could carry them. If they were ordinary warhorses, they would probably be half-dead from running two laps around the campsite, not to mention climbing mountains and ridges.
Hence, when the Radiant Knights saw the demonic colts being killed by the evil Sorcerer, their vision turned black and they almost fainted.
However, at this moment, mournful howls came from the forest near the campsite. The damned wizard beasts had started attacking again!
At some point in time, the stars in the night sky above the high hill were replaced by rolling red clouds. Hundreds of bubbles of various sizes floated and churned inside. Every time one of them burst, a dazzling red glow and scorching flames would spill out.
The red clouds churned endlessly, and a large Meteor Shower was about to take shape in the blink of an eye!
The leader of the Knights, Charles, staggered two steps and spat out a mouthful of blood in front of him. A few of his companions tried to help him up, but he pushed them away with great force. Charles pulled out his longsword with all his might, and a dazzling flame rose instantly.
"Go, go quickly … Don't care about the wounded and the magic colts in the campsite! Quick, everyone gather and break out in one direction! " Charles' white beard was already dyed red by the blood. He waved his sword and ordered at the top of his lungs.
After giving the order, Charles' blood boiled, and a domineering and violent force began to gather crazily. When the force was at its peak, Charles let out a soft whistle that shook the forest, and the flaming longsword in his hand slashed out. A red arc of the sword pierced through the sky and went straight into the roaring and churning red clouds.
In the next second, the Meteor Shower, which was ready to be launched, went out of control!
The internal structure of the extremely condensed and violent fire elements was destroyed by the red arc of the sword, and Grimm instantly lost control of the fiery clouds. In the sky, an enormous Doomsday Volcano erupted, forming a huge pillar of fire that looked like a mushroom cloud. It then turned into a sea of fire and fell into the forest under their feet.
In a hidden valley two miles away, Grimm was lying in a huge spell formation, vomiting blood. The Lord of the Flames, who was standing beside him, also let out popping sounds of explosion, as if it had suffered a serious backfire from a spell. The usually bright red protective flames on his body were now dim, and there were even some parts of his body that had been completely extinguished, revealing his ugly, uneven body of lava.
After a quarter of an hour, Grimm finally broke free from the serious backfire of the spell. He took out large and small bottles of potions, powders, and potions, and swallowed four or five of them in one go before letting out a long sigh of relief.
Damn it, in order to avoid being attacked by the enemy's Knight battle technique, he had deliberately guided the fiery clouds to an altitude of 200 metres when he activated the Meteor Shower. Who knew that he would not be able to dodge the terrifying attack of the Radiant Knight.
Damn it, damn it, damn it … If the Knight battle technique had such a long range and such terrifying power, how could Magi fight against Knights? Perhaps the Magi would be hacked to death by the swords of the Knights while they were still painstakingly chanting spells!
Apart from a few simple spells that could be cast in an instant, most spells that were powerful or had a large area of effect required the chanting of spells and the assistance of hand gestures. On the other hand, the Knight battle technique required the sword to be brandished, and the power gathered was terrifying.
Grimm knew that the one who had broken his spell was a Radiant Knight. It was normal for a Grade 2 Knight to deal with a Grade 1 Magus like him. However, things had been going smoothly for him during this period of time, and Grimm had become a little impatient. Otherwise, with his forbearance and dormant personality, he wouldn't be the first fool to make the first move!
Perhaps at this very moment, there were many Magi in the surrounding forests waiting to see him make a fool of himself!
Grimm did a simple recuperation and kept the Flame Lord, which had lost a lot of energy. He summoned the Hunter Demon Crocodile and sank into the ground with it. A moment later, a towering pillar of fire ignited within the spell formation, wiping away all traces of his presence.
There were too many Magi wandering around, and Grimm did not dare to let any of his body parts fall into the enemy's hands. This was especially true for blood! Grimm himself had grasped a dozen or so spells that used his blood, hair, and skin to cast long-range curses on his enemies.
If he were to encounter a terrifying Magus who specialized in curses, it was said that even the air exhaled by the enemy could be used to gather information. If they were to get their hands on the hair or blood that had fallen off your body, they could perform a large-scale cursing ritual and kill all those who were related to your bloodline.
No matter where they were, they would not be able to escape from such a terrifying bloodline curse!
Hence, living among the Magi, it was best to be cautious and stay in seclusion. Do not offend any Magus without good reason. If you really had no choice but to form a blood feud with a Magus, remember to kill the other party at the first opportunity. It would be worth it even if you had to pay a huge price.
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