Just as Lin Yun and the others finished dealing with the wraiths and Black Goat and were taking a brief rest, the refugees were still surging toward the blockade formed by the Heresy Tribunal and the Order of the Holy Lock Knights.
But they were only refugees, after all—unarmed, unarmored, untrained, and so hungry they could barely get enough to eat.
Without a "hero" to lead them, they were nothing but a rabble.
There was a spear formation ahead of them, and wraiths chasing them from behind.
In truth, after seeing Mozgus, most of the wraiths had charged straight at him. Only the wraiths of those who had starved to death were attacking the refugees.
So the refugees were really just reacting in panic, their fear driving them to lash out without thinking.
Meanwhile, a great number of wraiths charged toward Mozgus.
Although they were short on Priests, the Heresy Tribunal had still brought plenty of holy water.
As the wraiths rushed at them, the Tribunal members smeared holy water on their weapons and attacked.
But unlike the Tribunal members, Mozgus simply held his holy book in one hand, spread his arms wide, and cried, "Come, wraiths who seek revenge on me! Feel this body God has bestowed upon me!"
As he spoke, a wraith flew right up to him, and Mozgus punched it.
His fist stopped the wraith in its tracks.
At fourth level, high-level monks' unarmed strikes counted as magic weapons for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction. At seventh level, they also counted as cold iron and silver weapons. At tenth level, they counted as lawful weapons, and at sixteenth level, they counted as adamantine when overcoming damage reduction or an object's hardness.
So even barehanded, high-level monks had no trouble dealing with Ethereal Creatures.
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