615. Feixi's Scheme

Blue flames burned inside the Glazed Soul Lamp, illuminating the surroundings into a strange world of black and white.

A Soul Lamp was a magic tool that allowed ordinary people to observe nearby souls, and it had a certain repelling effect on undead without physical bodies.

Finn followed close along the flank of the formation, his muscles taut beneath his scarlet cloak, on guard at every moment.

As a newly appointed Blood Knight, this was his first time carrying out fieldwork with Duke Sigismund. He had not expected the mission to involve dealing with the undead.

He had enough confidence in his own skills and did not fear battle.

But enemies like the undead could directly harm the souls of the living, while conventional magic could only interfere with their movements. As for the swordsmanship he excelled at, it could not cause them the slightest harm. He truly did not want to face enemies like that.

Because their territory was relatively far from the Urbic Territory, by the time the other lords had already followed the enormous signal flare that tore across the sky and rushed over, Sigismund's party had only just reached the edge of the sacrificial area.

Unlike the dead domain Finn had imagined, where the land would be scorched black and all things withered, the natural vitality here was still quite normal.

Wildflowers swayed in the breeze, the tree crowns were lush and green, and Monsters could even be seen running in the distance.

Everything was as alive as ever, except for the Demon Race who had originally lived here.

In the village where they now stood, corpses lay sprawled in all kinds of postures on the flagstone road, beneath the eaves, and in the courtyards.

Finn's gaze swept over a fallen Half-Demon by the roadside. She