A sturdy half-elf warrior carrying a shield saw his companion's body hurled toward him.
Without hesitation, he threw aside his shield and caught the body in his arms.
"Don't die!"
The half-elf warrior muttered under his breath as he stopped his companion's body and quickly examined him, hoping to save him.
But he never imagined that Charles had no intention of letting him go.
Charles wielded a sword in one hand as he attacked another caster, while his other hand formed seals, gathering runes to cast witchcraft.
Corpse Explosion Spell!
A great deal of negative energy gathered within the corpse from moments ago. The energy fluctuation left the half-elf warrior somewhat puzzled.
But before the grief-stricken man could make any response, the spell had finished charging.
The Corpse Explosion Spell drew enough power from the dead half-elf's body, and the lingering essence of flesh and blood within the corpse became fuel for this explosion.
"BOOM!"
A thunderous explosion suddenly rang out across the battlefield.
The corpse exploded violently, blasting the other half-elf warrior to pieces.
A thick cloud of blood mist surged up from the spot, while severed limbs, bone fragments, and chunks of flesh sprayed in every direction.
It was as though a fine rain of flesh and blood had fallen over the area.
Two subordinates had died the moment the battle began. The ranger captain found it hard to accept.
He fired another arrow, and this time, it finally struck Charles.
Not only his arrow—arrows from the other rangers began to hit Charles as well.
Charles's body was, after all, only a projection. Its strength did not surpass these rangers by much.
Especially since there was a second-rank ranger among them.
But while projections had flaws, they also had advantages.
A projection had no vital points. As long