In the small cubicle, following Adil's movements, a faint silver light gradually lit up.
This light was pure and gentle, and it contained a power that could calm one's heart. After sensing this aura, one would feel much more at ease.
This was the Moon Elf's power, which came from the Moon Elf bloodline. It was incredibly powerful and pure.
As Adil sent his power into the purplish-black crystal, a change started to happen.
Under Yana's astonished gaze, the crystal's appearance began to change. A new power appeared within it, quickly concealing the blackness within it.
A kind of silver luster mixed in, turning the entire crystal into two distinct colors.
The purple and silver powers flowed within, taking up more than half of the crystal. As for the black color, it had been suppressed to a corner, and if one did not look closely, they would not be able to see it.
After doing all of this, Adil retracted his hand and looked at the World Stone fragment that had turned silver. He could not help but feel a sense of fatigue.
The two powers in this world were very powerful. Whether it was the Ancient Sorcerer bloodline power or the power of the curse, they were both above level 4.
Even Adil had to put in a lot of effort to inject his own power under the pressure of these two forces.
Once Moon Elves reached adulthood, they would reach level 4, and their Moon Elf bloodline power was close to level 4. As such, with Adil's support, they were able to suppress the curse power.
After all, no matter how powerful the curse power was, the curse power within the World Stone fragment was only a small amount. As long as the difference in quality was not too great, Adil would be able to continuously suppress it and even destroy it.
In order to suppress this small amount of curse power, Adil had sent almost half of his Moon Elf power into the World Stone fragment, and only then was he able to suppress the curse power.
At the thought of this, Adil moved his mind, and the world stone fragment before him disappeared on the spot. In an instant, it was put away by Adil's jade mark.
"Let's go."
After doing all this, Adil casually looked around. After seeing that there was nothing around, he said to Yana, "Sol should be in trouble soon."
"Will it be serious?"
Yana's expression immediately became nervous when she heard that it was related to her husband. She looked at Adil nervously and asked.
"It won't be a big problem for the time being, but if it's delayed for too long, it's hard to say."
Adil casually said as he looked at Yana.
If his guess was correct, the majority of the people in this village should have been silently corroded by the curse. It was only because of the joint effect of the barrier and the curse that these people still thought that they were still alive, and even continued to live according to their habits and thoughts when they were alive.
But now, the World Stone Fragment that was used to maintain the barrier had been taken away by Adil, and the suppression effect of the barrier was about to disappear. Those who were supposed to be dead were probably going to show their true faces now.
This was equivalent to being in a ghost's nest, and Saul was alone among the cursed spirits. One could imagine what would happen next.
"You stay here."
Looking at the pale-faced Yana who was hugging her child, Adil said, "This is the place with the most powerful barrier, and you'll be safe for at least one or two days. Those curses won't dare to come to find you.
"You stay here; after I deal with those things, I'll come and get you."
After saying this, Chen Heng's body moved and disappeared, quickly leaving this place.
In the distance, on the other side.
The bonfire in the village was still burning, and there were people dancing and celebrating.
Saul was among them, and he was with Cecil and a few other people whom he was somewhat familiar with. He seemed to have let go of the uneasiness from before, and he was infected by the enthusiasm of the people around him.
It was just that as time passed, his surroundings started to change.
One by one, the familiar faces began to change. At first, their faces were lively, then they began to stiffen, and finally, they slowly became pale.
In the beginning, Saul was not online, but after a while, he started to feel that something was off.
After all, he was not an ordinary person. Ever since the disaster many years ago, he had wandered from the desert to the south by himself. Not only did he have to deal with the pursuit of curses, but he also had to face all sorts of dangerous situations. As such, he had long since developed an instinct to be vigilant.
It was not just him; even the others started to feel that something was off, and they all felt very uneasy.
"Something's not right."
Standing on a high platform, Saul frowned as he looked at a tall and familiar figure, and the uneasiness that he had suppressed once again appeared in his heart.
In front of him was a tall and muscular middle-aged man with a pale face, looking like a corpse. There was an eye-catching knife scar on his face, and he was currently standing in front of a wooden table, gulping down wine in large mouthfuls.
This was Cecil, who had pulled Saul over, but his appearance was somewhat different.
Perhaps it was because he had not been dead for long, but compared to the others around him, Cecil's appearance had changed the most. Not only had his face become pale and stiff, but his eyes were also somewhat blood-red, making him look quite terrifying.
After carefully observing this familiar face, Saul even noticed some traces of decay, as if he was a corpse that had been lying around for a few days.
However, even though such an obvious change had occurred, Cecil did not notice it at all. He was still raising his glass, gulping down wine, and seemed to be having a good time.
Not only him, but even the others around him did not react to the changes in Cecil's body at all. It was as if they did not see it, and they were still playing with him.
Silent in the corner of the high platform, Saul felt a sense of horror rising from his heart, and his hands and feet felt cold.
He did not dare to make any big movements, fearing that he would attract the attention of those people, so he retreated as quietly as possible, preparing to leave this place and search for Adil.
Apart from him, there were a few normal people around him, and after noticing that something was wrong, they also silently prepared to leave this place, not daring to make the slightest sound.
"Saul, what are you doing there?"
After taking a few steps, Saul suddenly heard a voice that sent chills down his spine, and his hand subconsciously trembled.
He turned around and saw Cecil in front of a bonfire, holding a glass of wine in his hand as he strode towards him.
As he walked, Cecil's movements were extremely stiff, and the flesh on his face was even rotting faster. A piece of human skin with some flesh and blood hung down, making Saul feel a little disgusted.
"Saul, why don't you get up and drink?"
Cecil walked up to Saul with large strides, her face cold and stiff as she stared at Saul.
"No … Nothing."
Suppressing his desire to escape, Saul forced a smile and said to Cecil, "I just want to go back and get something. I will be back soon."
"Oh, is that so?"
Cecil did not seem to think too much about it. After hearing Saul's words, he nodded and said, "Then go quickly. We will wait for you here to drink!"
After saying this, he stopped in his tracks, and it seemed that he really did not move.
Seeing Cecil's reaction, Saul heaved a sigh of relief. He turned around and sped up, preparing to take this opportunity to leave.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded out, causing his heart to tense up.
"Lord Cecil, what happened to your face?"
In a corner of the stage, a native held food in his hand and looked at Cecil's rotting face. He spoke with a trembling voice.
These natives were all slaves that Mato had bought in the past, and they were responsible for some miscellaneous tasks. They did not know about the aura of the curse, which was why they dared to speak up.
"My face?"
Hearing the native's words, Cecil was stunned, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand and wiped his face.
In an instant, Syl's face turned into flesh and blood. His rotting face became even more frightening, and the rotting flesh became even more obvious. Only his eyes remained intact.
"This is … blood …"
Looking at the disgusting flesh on his hand, Cecil stood there blankly, unable to react.
"That's right … I've already …"
In the next moment, a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes, and his eyes widened, turning blood-red.
"Not good!"
At this moment, Saul felt a powerful malicious intent coming from behind him.
Just as he was about to run with all his might, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
It was a pale and stiff arm, and it gave off a cold aura, making one think of ice in winter.
"Saul … where … do you want to go …"
The voice sounded out from behind him, becoming more and more mechanical and emotionless. It did not sound like Cecil's voice at all.
In the next moment, Saul felt that the world seemed to have quietened down. In the pitch-black night, there should have been the low cries of insects and the sound of burning bonfires, but they all disappeared. All that was left was an icy cold aura, as well as a strong sense of discomfort and discomfort.
This was the feeling of the curse in his body erupting, and it seemed to be guided by an external power. It erupted once again, causing Saul's body to become sluggish.
In the next moment, when Saul regained consciousness, he heard the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.
He did not know when, but he was already in mid-air, as if he had been sent flying and crashed into the ground, making a loud sound.
But even so, after receiving such a heavy blow, he was not injured at all. In fact, he did not even feel any intense pain.
This was because a faint silver barrier started to appear on his body, and there were waves of force field ripples on it, canceling out all the damage Saul had received.
"This feeling … it's Lord Adil's power."
Seeing the faint silver barrier appear around him, Saul quickly reacted and quickly got up from the ground, looking into the distance.
In the distance, Cecil's appearance had completely changed. His body was covered in a thick black aura, slowly condensing into a black robe that covered his entire body. Only a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen, and he looked extremely demonic. It was impossible to tell what Cecil looked like in the past.
At the feet of this black-clothed man, there were several corpses lying on the ground in Silence. The marks on the corpses were very exaggerated, and their flesh seemed to have been pulverized. It looked like the ground was covered in a layer of red meat sauce. It was extremely terrifying.
Seeing this scene, Saul felt a sense of relief.
If not for the barrier that had suddenly appeared on his body, he would have been turned into a pile of human-shaped minced meat just like those natives.
However, now was not the time to be concerned about this.
The curse on Cecil's body erupted, and he had turned into a black-clothed monster.
But what was terrifying was in the distance.
When the people around the bonfire saw the black-clothed monster that Cecil had turned into, they were all stunned. Then, their figures started to change.
Just like Cecil, thick black aura appeared on their bodies. Pairs of lifeless eyes started to turn scarlet, and they all turned into black-clothed monsters.
In an instant, hundreds of black-clothed monsters lined up. Together with the bonfire in the distance, it looked like a monster banquet.
Seeing this scene in a daze, almost all of the surviving Crassus, including Saul, felt despair in their hearts. They could not muster up the courage to resist.
The curse was not as easy to resist as one might imagine. As descendants of ancient wizards, Sol and the others were born with extraordinary power, but they were only comparable to Knight Apprentices. They might be very good for ordinary people, but when faced with the black monster formed by the curse, they were nothing more than fodder.
Even Saul, who was taught by Adil and had strength comparable to a peak Knight, was far from being a match for these black-clothed monsters. He could only run away pathetically.
Moreover, there was not just one black-clothed monster here, but over a hundred of them.
Such a terrifying number was enough to make one despair. Even an official Wizard would be drowned by them.
Faint moonlight lit up the surroundings, and several fireballs the size of human heads fell from the sky. As they hit the black-clothed monsters, they also smashed several deep holes in the ground.
In the distance, Adil, who was dressed in white, looked at the black-clothed monsters around him and frowned.
"Sir Adil!" Saul's shout came from afar.
When he saw that Adil had arrived, Saul breathed a sigh of relief. However, he was still tense. He ran towards Adil and shouted, "The curse has erupted. Run!"
He looked at his clansmen who were fleeing in panic, took a deep breath, and decided to ignore them.
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