"Bang, bang, bang!"
The thunder of a mace striking echoed through the woods.
It went on and on, like a fierce yet rhythmic drumbeat.
"Shit! Why won't it die?"
Gravel stared at the walking corpse, which had lost half its head, its grayish-white brains mixing into the soil. Its neck had rotted enough to expose its windpipe.
Yet it still crawled toward Catherine, straining its vocal cords to let out gurgling moans.
Drenched in sweat, Gravel sat on the ground, too tired to swing his mace again.
"I've never seen a zombie that could take this much punishment!"
"You mean you're trying to beat a corpse to death all over again?
That means the Necromancer knew a thing or two. He just had the misfortune of running into us without preparing spells specifically suited to dealing with us."
As scholars specializing in the study of life and death, necromancers excelled at infusing dead bodies with magical vitality.
Since those bodies were undead by nature, there was no reason for them to "die" again.
The resilience magic bestowed often allowed them to struggle back up after suffering grievous injuries and continue carrying out their assigned objectives, like weighted dolls that refused to topple...
Unless a priest shone holy light upon them and laid those desecrated shells to rest.
Otherwise, in a sense, they might well be the most tenacious "creatures" in the world.
"Save your strength. Catch your breath. We'll be heading out to find someone in a moment."
Seeing that the walking corpse remained stubbornly active even after Gravel smashed its head apart, Tang Qi could only have someone tie it up before walking over to Melard.
"Can we catch him?"
Gravel was exhausted. Right now, catching anyone was the last thing he wanted to do.
All he wanted was