An Unstoppable Path

The spell "Aura Disguise" has its advantages. As an Apprentice Level spell, its disguise effect can even fool some Journeyman Level detection methods. However, its drawback is also very obvious – it only disguises the aura. In actual combat, if an enemy is knowledgeable and learned, they will know that such a spell exists to create a disguise effect. Even if they are ignorant and unlearned, in a life-or-death struggle, if they discover an enemy suddenly changing to a familiar aura, any creature with an IQ above fifty will suspect a conspiracy. They will kill the enemy first before investigating the reason, and it's basically impossible to stop attacking because of it, let alone "turn enemies into friends."

But using this spell in front of this group of Undead is perfectly appropriate. With the Undead's limited perception and identification abilities, they have no chance of detecting any flaws in the Undead aura that Punk has disguised himself with. Moreover, the Undead's intelligence is indeed low; they all rely solely on their aura to judge friend from foe. Now, Punk has disguised his aura to resemble that of their own kind. To these Undead, it appears as if "the enemy has disappeared, and a comrade has joined." They won't bother thinking about whether this situation is reasonable. They only have one thought: "Make the other enemy disappear as well."

The female priest, now completely surrounded by Undead, is completely unable to break free. It only took a few seconds for two Apprentice Level Skeleton Warriors to make the Holy Light Armor on her mage robe, which was originally solid and radiant, become illusory and dim. The several Inscriptions on the robe began to flicker under the erosion of the Death Qi surrounding the Skeleton Warriors, and it looked like she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

The priestess had to activate a new Holy Light Armor, but this would only delay her death for a few moments and serve no other purpose. The Undead, who hate Holy Light and the living, are tireless and fearless. Some are stabbing with weapons, some are scratching with claws, and some are even opening their mouths to tear with their teeth. In less than five seconds, the Journeyman Level Divine Spell carried by the female priest's Apprentice Level mage robe was about to fail. Under the interference of the Undead siege, the female priest was unable to cast any spells. Now, as a spellcaster, she had been surrounded by a large group of Combatants. The only reason she had survived this long was because the life-saving Journeyman Level Divine Spell on her priest robe was far more powerful than Apprentice Level methods.

However, it seemed her defensive Divine Spell could only be activated twice in a short period. But the Skeleton Warriors attacked the Holy Light Armor as if they had been injected with adrenaline. The blades they swung almost turned into a pale black propeller in the air, and the dull "clang clang" sounds were continuous. Black streams of light and golden sparks scattered in two different directions, transforming into streaks of brilliant light and shadow in the dim sky. On the ground around them, one side was crisscrossed with the marks of blade energy, while the other was a ravaged wasteland riddled with holes from the scattered Holy Light fragments. Several Skeleton Soldiers that had carelessly entered the combat range were also cut in half by the Skeleton Warriors without mercy!

Watching helplessly as the last Holy Light Armor protecting her was about to shatter and dissipate under the continuous attacks of three Skeleton Warriors, the female priest could only futilely activate a few harmless Purification spells from her badges, and then all that was left was to loudly accuse Punk of being despicable, shameless, insidious, and cunning.

This made Punk, within the barrier formed by the "Aura Disguise Spell," marvel at the far more powerful effect of Journeyman Level spells compared to Apprentice Level spells, while also sighing, "As expected of a cultured lady, even her curses are so literary and fresh!"

Soon, the "literary and fresh" scolding of the lady priest was about to end. Even a Journeyman Level spell couldn't withstand the dozens of uninterrupted slashes from the Skeleton Warriors. Finally, with the sound of shattering porcelain, under the desperate gaze of the female priest, the golden fragments became smaller and smaller in the air, eventually turning into specks of golden light and completely dissipating. Then, accompanied by a fleeting black blade light, in a moment of dizziness, she entered a world of white, never to wake up again...

Punk saw the female priest's armor shatter and disappear. Her head was the first to be cleanly severed by a Skeleton Warrior's blade, swift and without hesitation. Now, the priestess's consciousness had been erased by the River of Fate, and her "pure" soul, with its consciousness erased, had been taken away by Lord of Dawn, Lousanda, whom she had believed in her entire life.

And her corpse was quickly torn apart and mangled by the skeletons. The skeletons, who abhorred light, vented their hatred and anger on the female priest's bloody remains.

Punk did not see the expression on the female priest's face before she died, because in the first instant, her head was chopped into countless pieces by the swift swing of the Skeleton Warrior's blade.

"Whether it was serene and elegant or ferocious and resentful, the former is unlikely, but what does any of that have to do with me?" Punk shrugged indifferently. He couldn't tolerate the "loot" he wanted to acquire being "purified" into scrap metal by the priestess. Nor could the priestess abandon her "mission to purify everything" just because of Punk's needs as a mage. Therefore, in a conflict of irreconcilable interests, the only "fair" outcome was for the person with insufficient strength to fall!

Moreover, no matter what Divination spell the Church used to find the killer of the female priest, the result would only point the finger at those Skeleton Warriors. With such a clean and decisive action, and no future worries, Punk naturally acted without hesitation.

"On my path to glory, no one shall be allowed to impede my steps!"

The blue light in Punk's pupils almost became tangible. Two points of azure light, far from dimming in the shadow of his hood, instead became even more… soul-stirring!

Now, it was time to eliminate these elite Undead who were hacking away at a pile of minced meat. However, the three Undead warriors… especially the Level Four skeleton, posed a threat to Punk. And it was clearly the leader of these Undead. Once the originally aimless and indifferent skeletons had a commander, they would exhibit extraordinary unity. Even though they were currently treating Punk as one of their own and putting on a show of "everyone is good, I am good," Punk dared to bet that as soon as he approached these Skeleton Warriors and made a move to snatch their weapons, they would immediately turn on him with the entire forest of skeletons as their backup. It wouldn't matter if he had the aura of a "comrade"; even the aura of their own father wouldn't be useful!

Punk didn't want to provoke such a large group of fearless Undead. After a slight deliberation, Punk decided to use the Journeyman Level Evocation spell "Geka's Flying Flame," which was built into his staff, to "clean up" this gathered group of Undead. With the power of a Journeyman Level Evocation spell, these skeleton frames, which lacked any Journeyman Level defensive measures, would definitely be "wiped out in one go." Although their already fragile equipment would likely be "taken away together," it was still better than being surrounded and attacked by the Undead. After all, safety was the most important thing! As for the majority of the Undead who hadn't gathered, most of them didn't even have a professional level. Without the unified command of their "leader," and being few in number, they posed no threat at all! After resolving the threat, he could go and collect the equipment from those few mage robe skeletons, which would still be a considerable gain.

Punk ordered the Great Brown Bear, which had not yet disappeared, to deal with a few swaying Skeleton Soldiers that were trying to approach. He himself aimed the red ruby at the tip of his staff towards the skeletons who were still unaware of the impending disaster. Intense elemental fluctuations brewed within the red ruby embedded in the staff, and the increasingly brilliant red ruby emitted a terrifying pressure that made even Punk feel a chill from the bottom of his heart!

"Poor Undead, may you rest in peace!"