A Clash at Close Quarters
The Leader before him, whose Gray-White Text Lu Yuan still remembered, possessed a remarkable affinity for Flesh. Theoretically, he should be even harder to kill than the High Singer, and his connection to this land might be even stronger than that of the two Heretic.
Meanwhile, the High Singer and the Bone Controller did not give up their support for their leader; however, these efforts ultimately could not overcome the lightning.
But the next moment, a slight rustling sound came from the ground. Lu Yuan frowned, and before he could dodge, countless mournful laughs drifted over along the ground. One after another, twisted, brown-black souls crawled out from the rotting flesh and rushed towards Lu Yuan like madmen. There were hundreds of them.
Lu Yuan could see very clearly that among those distorted faces were Heretic dressed in ancient clothing, as well as Outsider in various attire. They were all people who had died in this world, and even their souls had not escaped after death, but had been turned into servants to be driven at will.
The moment the first soul collided with Lu Yuan, a sense of sluggishness arose in Lu Yuan's heart. The next moment, countless souls began to wander around Lu Yuan, and a tearing sensation rose from the bottom of his heart.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Yuan seemed to be forcibly pressed to the spot. No, that wasn't an illusion; Lu Yuan's movement of raising his hand was noticeably slow, and what made his heart sink even more was yet to come. As those souls brushed past the surface of Lu Yuan's body, the blue arc of electricity that the Seventh Seat had enhanced for himself seemed to be wiped away by something, dimming in segments. This thing actually carried a kind of dispelling power, and the enhancement on Lu Yuan's body was being dispelled.
The Seventh Seat also noticed the abnormality on Lu Yuan's side, but he could no longer help. The Bone Controller had completely given up on attacking. Countless skeletons poured out from the ground and into the air, continuously blocking his position, clearly not seeking to harm him, but only to keep him in place.
Blocking these bones had already depleted most of the Seventh Seat's lightning power, and the Bone Controller was also in a difficult position. However, he couldn't withstand the continuous supply of bones from this world. Judging from the situation, he could obviously hold on for a while longer, but it was hard to say how long it would last.
However, could it hold out for that long? Because at this moment High Singer had completely turned his attention away from the Seventh Seat. He realized that his soul could not harm the huge skeleton in front of him at all. So he floated in mid-air and looked down at Lu Yuan. More souls emerged from the ground and converged in that direction. Judging from the posture, they were preparing to forcibly fix Lu Yuan in place and create time for their leader.
Meanwhile, the Leader's skeleton had been completely filled with endless Flesh. He moved his newly grown Flesh, looked in Lu Yuan's direction, and his expression was a mixture of indifference and admiration.
"What astonishing power!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly. "Then let's give it a try."
As soon as he finished speaking, the loose Flesh on his body began to tighten suddenly, clinging tightly to his bones. At the same time, his body swelled up a lot, as if someone had skinned him alive. The dark red muscle fibers were exposed one by one, with distinct textures, rising and falling with his movements. Fine blood light seeped from between the fibers, making him look like a flesh -Flesh that had been skinned.
The Leader clearly wasn't going to continue the tug-of-war with Lu Yuan and was preparing for a real close-quarters fight, which suited Lu Yuan perfectly. The next moment, the two figures collided directly. Lu Yuan broke free from the soul entanglement and forcefully collided with the charging figure. A huge gust of air roared out as the two collided, tearing the Gray Mist that was trying to re-condense around them to shreds once again.
The moment their fists collided, Lu Yuan sensed that the man before him was still no match for him. Yet, there seemed to be something wrapped around the man's fist. For several seconds, neither of them backed down. They exchanged injuries for injuries, and strength for strength. With each punch, Lu Yuan felt a strange force eroding his body.
At the same time, Gray-White Text pops up.
[You have been Contamination the Land of the Dead Silence of ■■■■.]
[Sanity: -1...185.5/200]
The moment the Gray-White Text appeared, Lu Yuan's heart sank. The Gray-White Text appeared without any judgment. Normally, if it were Contamination from this world or Contamination bestowed by the Holy Sovereign, it would at least require Lu Yuan's judgment. Furthermore, Lu Yuan was already at the Fifth Order, with a rationality level of V. Logically, his resistance to this kind of Contamination should be even higher. However, this time, no judgment appeared; instead, a point of his rationality was deducted. Clearly, this Leader had directly used what their Holy Sovereign had bestowed upon Lu Yuan.
But so what? Because deep within Lu Yuan's left eye, in that place that had been empty for many days, the throbbing became clearer and clearer, very, very close, extremely close— the Sea of Knowledge was about to arrive.
Just then, a cry of alarm suddenly came from the direction of Brunkel, several hundred meters away.
That was the Blue Knight. She was starting to break down. Her body began to show signs of decay. On her body, which was solidified by reason, dents began to appear. At the same time, decay began to linger around her. The Blue Knight's reason began to fade at a visible speed, and her body even began to flicker.
The most dangerous thing was the aura of the Blue Knight; something familiar was beginning to creep into it—an aura connected to the Heretic of this land.
Brunkel's brows furrowed deeply. She had nothing in her hands to dispel the Contamination; Sanity Potion, Sanity-Stabilizing Potion, and Holy Water were all on the outside of her body. She was utterly helpless in the face of the Blue Knight's deteriorating condition. She had carried the Blue Knight on her back the entire time, not daring to touch the ground even slightly, but it hadn't made much of a difference. The Blue Knight's sanity seemed to be sliding in some irreversible direction.
Lu Yuan glanced back, and in that instant, the Leader seized the opportunity, delivering a solid kick to Lu Yuan's chest. Lu Yuan groaned and flew backward.
He tumbled repeatedly in mid-air, and Frey, who was on his back, finally lost her grip on her hands and feet. She was thrown off by the force. Lu Yuan used the momentum to his advantage, twisted his feet, and forcibly stabilized his body. He reached out, grabbed Frey's wrist, and pulled her back onto his back.