"Aaaaargh!!!"
"My hands! My hands!"
"My legs!"
"I saw—my eyes!?"
"No, no, no—! They're alive! My eyes are alive! My hands are alive! No!!!"
Bloodcurdling screams rang out behind the Jellyfish Knight. He looked back and discovered, to his horror, that the protective force field he had deployed had done nothing at all. That sinister magic had still struck everyone, and now—
The organs and body parts of everyone present had undergone grotesque changes, as though—as though they had come alive!
Their noses were still noses, and their eyes were still eyes, but none of them were where they belonged anymore!
What utterly—sinister magic!
Meanwhile, high in the sky, Isaac was somewhat surprised by the scene. Not by what had happened to those people, but by the fact that the Jellyfish Knight had been unaffected!
Completely unaffected!
But a glimmer flashed through Isaac's eyes, and he understood the reason. The problem was not with the witchcraft. As mentioned before, this spell had already reached the limits of the fourth tier in every respect. Its spell penetration was beyond what an ordinary fourth-tier combatant could defend against.
Even a fourth-tier spellcaster would need sufficiently powerful magic to block it. A knight alone simply lacked the means.
The Jellyfish Knight was no exception, which was why the people behind him had undergone all manner of grotesque changes. The reason he himself had not changed was something inherent to him.
Although knights' later progression leaned toward metaphysical fields such as magic power and authority, the foundation of their strength still rested on a powerful physique. That was why high-level knights were so difficult to kill—their regenerative abilities were too strong!
Regrowing severed limbs was routine for high-tier knights. Regenerating from a single drop of blood was the advanced version.
Yet such powerful regeneration