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Chapter 394: Throne of Bones

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

A transparent magic barrier separate Greenwich Island and the rest of the world. The magic barrier prevented the rest of the world from seeing what was happening inside it. Anyone who tried to peer through the magic barrier could only see heavy fog. A magic barrier this big was very rare. Apart from the one Saul used to trap the Dark Moon Magic Legion, this was the largest known barrier in the world.

Even though the presence of the necromancers threatened the entire world, the nations of the world had no intention of working together. This was because there had been too many conflicts between nations, and the nations did not trust each other. No one took notice of this large magic barrier because no one had the energy to sail all the way to Greenwich Island. Moreover, no one would try to attack an island when there were still zombies to take care of.

Inside the barrier, the entire island appeared very eerie. Countless bones formed a large dome that covered half of the island and shielded the island from the sky. Greenwich Island was a large island, and there must have been thousands of dead bodies in that dome.

Hundreds of necromancers were busy at work on the island. In the middle of the island was a large pillar that disappeared into the bone dome. The pillar was enormous and composed entirely of bones. The pillar appeared as if it was holding up the dome.

A tall, thin figure was standing nearby, watching the pillar. There were very few necromancers working. Clearly, this man was a powerful one. The other necromancers did not even go near him. Judging from the careful movements others use around him, it was easy to tell that the other necromancers were afraid of this man.

A gust of wind blew across the island, sending bones scattering along the ground. A large phantom dragon appeared in the air, flapping its large wings. Even the phantom dragon did not want to go near the man. It landed a few paces away. A necromancer in a colorful robe jumped off of the dragon and hurried towards the tall figure.

The new necromancer was very strange. Most necromancers preferred dark robes, but he had a very beautiful, colorful one. Unlike the other necromancers, this one was very young and handsome. He appeared only to be in his mid-twenties.

"Master," the young necromancer said to the tall figure, "I'm ready."

The tall figure turned to look at the young man. He removed his hood, revealing what was underneath. The figure's head was a large skull covered in cracks. It was as if someone had broken the skull and created him by putting it back together. Two red lights shone in the skull's eyeholes.

The young man lowered his head and did not say anything.

"Let me see, then," the skull croaked. "But, Morgan, you have to be prepared. I am just a mage, not god."

"You are to me, Master," Morgan said.

The skull sighed, "You've been saying that for centuries."

Morgan smiled. He could tell that his teacher was in a good mood today, so he was not as nervous. He retrieved a broken skull and a black crystal ball and set it on the ground. The crystal ball had trapped some green fog in it. The green fog surged as if trying to break free.

"This is all you could find?"

"Yes," Morgan said. "Most of her body is useless. This is all I could find."

The skull sighed again, and the red lights in his eyes began blinking as if it was thinking. After a few moments, he reached out with a bony hand and pointed at the sky. The skull began chanting, his voice becoming guttural.

The bone dome began rattling as the skull chanted, and then the dome began rippling like the ocean. A black swirl appeared under the broken skull on the ground and sucked the skull into it.

The skull did not stop chanting. He kept chanting his spell. Dark clouds appeared from the dome and floated down to the ground. Then those dark clouds were sucked into the swirl as well.

"The throne is not yet complete," the skull said, "but what you found has strengthened it."

"Thank you, Master!" Morgan said excitedly. He began chanting as well. The crystal ball in his hand shattered, and the green fog inside the crystal ball disappeared into the black swirl as well.

The skull's spell was coming to an end. A human body appeared as the skull's spell was finished. It was a woman. She appeared to be human, with long limbs. Her eyes were closed, but she seemed to be a beautiful woman.

"Master!" Morgan cried, sinking to his knees. He did not expect this result and was very grateful.

"This body is not hers," the skull said. "If she wants her strength back, she needs at least fifty years to recover. If you like her, then you should take care of her." Morgan nodded, his eyes swelling up.

The skull waved its hand and a red flash of lightning struck the woman's head. The woman's body jerked as she was hit by the lightning.

The woman's eyes blinked open, and her body began thrusting around on the ground, screaming as if she was in pain.

"Annuciata!" Morgan cried, wrapping his arms around the woman to prevent her from hurting herself. "Wake up! Wake up, please!"

The woman's frantic eyes moved to Morgan. "Ernest!" she screamed, her voice filled with pain and hatred.

"Look at me, Annuciata! Look at me!" Morgan called again.

The woman did not appear to hear Morgan's calls. She kept chanting Ernest's name, her voice hoarse.

Morgan frowned, hugging the woman tighter.

"Be quiet!" the skull bellowed. He shook his head and sighed. "Control her! She cannot make a scene here." Morgan nodded. He grabbed the woman's hand.

The woman stopped her screaming when she heard the skull. She looked around, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Remember who you are now?" the skull asked coldly. "Annunciata, you cost me a phantom dragon, but you still managed to take out Slanbrea. That is the only reason I'm willing to waste my magic and revive you. The next mistake you make will your last.

"What? I did?" Annuciata whispered, frowning.

"What?"

"I… I didn't kill Slanbrea."

The skull paused, then laughed. "I see. I've always wondered how you managed to take out Slanbrea. In-fighting is more effective than I expected."

"But why would they do that?" Morgan asked, surprised.

"Who knows? I don't care why," the skull said. "All I want to know is how Pope William reacted to this."

"They may not believe it," Morgan said.

"They will," the skull said. "You don't need to worry about that. Morgan, you need to get back to your work. You've already stalled for twenty years, and I don't want to wait another twenty. You need to return with the Ring of the Undead and that traitor Golman by the time the Throne of Bones is complete. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Morgan said. "I found something, but Bruzuryano…"

"The Heart of Nature is powerful, but I have no use of it," the skull said. "I need the ring and Golman. Know your priorities, Morgan."

"Yes, Master!" Morgan said, lowering his head respectfully. "I will depart immediately."

Chapter 395: Surrounded

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Master, Zagreen City is just ahead of us," Thompson politely said to Anfey.

Anfey nodded and looked at the barely-seen city ahead of him. Anfey did not reply.

"Anfey, what are you hesitating for? Let's fight!" Blavi laughed. "Long and Ling have confirmed that there are 40,000 to 50,000 death spirits at most." Blavi was confident that they would win this fight. Anfey had about 2,000 mercenaries on his own. As they had recruited about 1,700 surviving mercenaries in Madrid Town, there should be about 4,000 mercenaries now. 4,000 mercenaries against 50,000 low-level death spirits. Mercenaries would win without a doubt. An additional 700 or so Knights of Light and priests were part of the main force fighting against death spirits.

"I just have a bad feeling about this," Anfey said quietly. As a professional assassin, he would rather believe his instincts than what he saw and heard. Anfey felt the atmosphere was way too gloomy. He felt weird about it, but could not figure out what was bothering him.

"Anfey, we have to take Zagreen City today, otherwise we will run into trouble soon," Riska said in a low voice. In order to recruit mercenaries from different cities, they had made a good and flexible plan based on the distance among those cities. For example, to help Shuklan City and Madrid Town, they had divided into two groups. The next city would be Zagreen City. Anfey would meet up with Blavi to attack Zagreen City. After taking Zagreen City, they would be divided into three groups. They had to take Zagreen City now to give them time to reorganize the mercenaries later in the day so they could be divided into three groups by early the next morning. If they could not take Zagreen City soon, they would have to stay through tomorrow.

Anfey kept quiet. He had his way of doing things and was not easily influenced by others.

At the same time, a few Knights of Light hurriedly came back, yelling rudely, "Master Anfey, why haven't you started the fight yet? The mercenaries in Zagreen City have rushed out. Are you going to watch them all die in front you?"

Anfey was shocked for a second and laid his eyes on Blavi. Blavi immediately released Eyes of Sky. Just as they thought, the mercenaries in Zagreen City had gotten excited and bet their life on the reinforcement troops. They had rushed out of the city when they saw the reinforcements.

Anfey heaved a sigh and slowly closed his eyes. He started his internal force immediately and maximized his sensing ability. Anfey could see around him for dozens of miles, but he could not find anything suspicious.

"Let's start the fight," Anfey said slowly. He had to start against his better judgement because he could not watch the mercenaries in Zagreen City die one after another. It would be bad for his reputation.

Mercenaries were not soldiers. When Anfey's order was passed down, the mercenaries in different units rushed in without any formation or strategy. Anfey was not experienced in giving orders in battle, neither did he understood how ridiculous his mercenaries looked to those soldiers. However, he did not care. For Anfey, as long as they could win the battle, it did not matter how they fought.

Mercenaries and soldiers all got scared the first time they fought against death spirits. In the first place, their vision, hearing, and sense of smell were affected. They had to face the ugly looks, terrifying sounds and horrible smell of the death spirits. They could only conquer it with their will power. Second, there were a large number of death spirits. No matter how good the squad was, they would be surrounded by death spirits. Of course, being surrounded did not mean they would lose the battle. Elite soldiers could always keep their formation as they killed death spirits. When they had killed enough death spirits, they all could join the battle and wipe them out.

Anfey's mercenaries were used to fighting death spirits. The negative factors did not bother them. After communicating with each other, they had accumulated a lot of common sense to fight with death spirits. For example, low-level death spirits mainly attacked by biting their opponents, mainly on their faces, necks, hands and feet. As long as they could protect themselves in those areas, they should be fine. If they were scratched, they could be healed by priests. The toxins in their bodies could be removed by priests so they would not turn into death spirits. Mercenaries covered those parts very well in battle. They did not follow the rule that they would never let their weapons down. To protect their own arms, they would toss their weapons and retreat once the death spirits snatched their weapons. If they were bitten by the death spirits, they would fight the death spirits as best they could, hoping to kill as many as they could. They would rather exchange their lives for a few more death spirits' lives, because they knew they would be killed by their peers after they were infected anyway.

The mercenaries' superior intelligence helped to reduce fatalities to the minimum. About 4,000 mercenaries gathered together and looked like a gigantic stone mill. They passed the area with a high number of death spirits and quickly defeated them. The priests had released Holy Light spells, which had slowed down death spirits and weakened them as well. It looked like they would finish this battle soon.

"I am going to sleep better tonight since you are here." Blavi laughed. The more power a person had, the more responsibility he had to take. To prove he was capable, Blavi did not take break when he was in Madrid Town. With Ozzie and Thompson's help, he threatened and also gave rewards to the mercenaries to try to recruit them into the League of Mercenaries. In the end, he did not have to fight them to recruit them. Once he had Anfey with him, his dependence on Anfey came right back. Riska and others reacted the same way.

"You!" Anfey shook his head and smiled. Suddenly, his smile froze on his face. He could sense millions of death spirits rushing into the region. They looked like a clump of ants. It was hard to identify how many there were. Groups of zombies slowly crawled out from underground on the field. They joined the death spirits. There were death spirits everywhere. Their screaming was as loud as tsunami.

"Anfey, what's wrong?" Blavi asked in surprise.

Anfey did not have to answer him, since he also heard the screams of the zombies. With the loud screaming, the mages and priests had to cover their ears. Soldiers seemed to react better than mages and priests to the zombies' screaming. The mercenaries on the battlefield had to retreat. They worriedly looked around to see what was happening. They had no idea what had happened.

"Eyes of Sky! Hurry up!" Blavi finally realized what had happened.

Over 20 Eyes of Sky were released one after another. They searched different locations, but they all gave the same view. There were zombies everywhere, countless zombies.

The priests had been relaxed, but now looked tense. An intermediate-level priest suddenly yelled, "Master Anfey, what are you standing there for? We need to retreat. The death spirits are slow. We still have the chance to escape. Hurry up!"

"Retreat! Listen to me. Retreat!" Another priest yelled as he raised his scepter.

"Do not retreat!" Anfey yelled in anger and kicked the priest in the gut. He did not put too much strength into the kick, otherwise there would be a hole in tehe priest's stomach. However, Anfey's kick was still too much for a priest. That priest could not help kneeling on the ground and jerked in pain.

Everyone could not help fixing their eyes on Anfey. Anfey was not a general. He did not know much about strategies on the battlefield. However, the instinct he developed after experiencing so many dangerous encounters had resulted in excellent decision-making in a short period of time. Afterwards, he was very glad he made that decision.

"Suzanna, it's your turn now," Anfey said with a poker face. He had put his hand on the sword shaft. As he pulled his sword out, he had already jumped in the air, yelling, "Fight!"

The fire, as a meteor, lit up half of the battlefield and fell straight down among the zombies. The flame rose in the blink of an eye and turned dozens of zombies near Anfey to ashes. Anfey could not hold anything in anymore at this dangerous moment. The Fire Sword in his hand was over 20 yards long. Every swing killed a group of zombies, like he was reaping crops. Even zombies outside of the Fire Sword's attack range were scorched.

The lower-level zombies were not scared. They still rushed towards Anfey from all sides. However, the speed that Anfey killed zombies was a lot faster than the speed the zombies could reach him. The flame was so strong that everywhere the flame passed, it turned it into a burning hell.

The mercenaries in Zagreen City were more scared than zombies, especially when they saw Anfey almost make a path for them by killing the zombies. Anfey did not seem to stop, so they yelled and turned around to run back into the city.

Blavi, Elizabeth and others had really good responses. They immediately flew into the sky and followed Anfey. They constantly released Frost magic, which was not to kill zombies but to cool down the area Anfey scorched. Even with the Frost magic, it still took some time to cool down. Some areas still had very high temperatures. If they did not cool down the area, the regular swordsmen would definitely get burned, even though higher-ranking mercenaries could rush over those areas.

Mercenaries crazily yelled and ran forward at full speeds. They knew they were facing danger when they heard the thunderous screaming of zombies. At this critical moment, they had better follow Anfey. The fire and flame Anfey released showed the way.

The mercenaries in Zagreen City ran, crawled and rolled back into the city as Anfey cleared a path for them by killing zombies. He jumped on the city tower, which was not very tall. He turned around to look down at the whole battle field. The flame flickering and burning around him made him look like a Fire God. The mercenaries behind him all looked stunned and terrified. They did not know who Anfey was, but power was the most direct and sharpest way to represent a person, and it left those mercenaries with the impression he was trust worthy.

At that moment, Anfey was actually not sure if he was right or wrong about his decision to fight. However, to all the mercenaries, it was the right decision to follow Anfey. They yelled again and ran in the direction of the fire and flames.

Chapter 396: Three Discipliner

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The zombies arrived only minutes after all the mercenaries had retreated into the city. Because the mercenaries would rather be on the offensive than on the defensive, the cities in Country of Mercenaries did not have good defense system. Even the two major cities, Blackwater and White Mountain City, did not spend much on the city's defense. Zagreen City was even worse. However, the large city walls acted as a deterrent. Anfey knew that all he needed was some time.

Ozzic and Shinbella arrived with their men. They stood on the wall and watched the zombies in silence.

"Ozzic, take the east. Shinbella, go to the west with your men. Orsie take the north, and Thompson will stay with me," Anfey said.

Ozzic nodded. He waved to his men and began heading towards the eastern part of the city. Anfey glanced around and asked, "Who's in charge of this place?"

"I am, my lord," a large man stepped forward and said. He was very worried about the zombies, but seeing how calm Anfey and his men were, he felt strangely comforted as well, despite the fact that imminent death was waiting for him outside the wall.

"What's your name?"

"Guri," the large man said.

"Divide up your men," Anfey instructed. "You'll join my men. You know this city better than we do. We need your help."

"Yes, sir."

"How many men do you have?"

"About five hundred," Guri said with a frown. He was worried that he might not have enough men to make it through this battle.

"That's more than enough," Anfey said. "Go."

Guri nodded and jogged off of the wall, following Ozzic and his men.

"Why are these zombies concentrating on us?" Suzanna asked with a frown.

"Maybe we're irritating the necromancers," Anfey said with a smile.

"Irritating?"

Anfey nodded. "Can you go talk to the Knights of Light? I want them to divide into four groups as well and join the four fronts. We need to strengthen our defenses."

"I can't assure you that they'll listen."

"They will right now," Anfey said.

"Alright," Suzanna said. She paused and glanced at Anfey and asked, "Are you even planning on breaking out?"

"Why would we do that?" Anfey asked.

"I'm serious," Suzanna said with a deep frown. "There are too many zombies."

"Don't worry," Anfey said. "I have a plan."

Suzanna narrowed her eyes, then sighed and shook her head. She turned and began her descent from the wall. She knew that the more stressful the situation, the calmer Anfey will be. She had known very few people like that, and she respected it.

"Blavi," Anfey called.

"Yes?" Blavi said, walking over. "You're doing it?"

Anfey nodded.

"You're a madman," Blavi said. It was very hard to destroy an established magic group because the mages could simply use levitation spells to escape the battlefield. However, Blavi had never thought about using levitation to escape. Even if Anfey ordered them to use all of their magic, he would still follow his orders. Blavi was very loyal to his friends, and he would do anything to protect and help his friends and his men.

"Don't do anything unless I tell you to," Anfey said. "Let's see what those priests can do."

"I know what you mean."

Blavi had hardly finished his sentence when the zombies surged forward and began attacking the city. The zombies were not very smart, and their attacking technique was very simple. In some situations, though, the simplest strategy was the most effective as well. Countless zombies stacked themselves on top of each other, building a slope that acted as a pathway for more zombies. The zombies staggered up the slope, howling.

All sides of the city were simultaneously attacked. Even though they lacked aid from mages, the mercenaries were still very powerful and blocked the attacks from the zombies.

However, the number of zombies was too great. Even though the mercenaries were strong, they were outnumbered. Countless zombies were running up the more than a dozen slopes all around the city, but there were only about five thousand fighters in the city. Except for the priests whom Anfey kept back, everyone was fighting.

With the zombies threatening to overrun the city at any moment, the mercenaries fought even harder. The mercenaries knew that they must do everything in their power to stop the zombies, because everything would be over if the zombies broke into the city.

The number of injured mercenaries was steadily increasing, while others were pulled off of the wall and into the pile of zombies.

The situation began to turn as the priests join the fight. Even though light magic was not as effective anymore, it was still very good at delaying the zombies. Light magic did not require a large reserve of magic. One spell could injure or destroy a dozen zombies. The priests knew how to use their power to the fullest, and soon the slopes of zombies began to collapse.

In the forest not far from the city, a few necromancers were conversing quietly. After a few moments, one of the necromancers raised a wand made from bones. As soon as the necromancer raised the wand, the attack from the zombies ceased.

Anfey knew why the necromancers must be retreating. He had more priests than the necromancers had anticipated, and if this continued, the zombies would all be defeated.

It was important to know one's enemies, but in a war against the necromancers, it was an impossible task. The necromancers could conceal their identities, while other people could not gain their trust. Spying was impossible.

A dark figure rose into the air and floated towards the city. Necromancers could not use the Eye of the Sky and needed to be close to keep an eye on the situation near the city.

"Is that a necromancer?" a nearby mercenary asked loudly. Hearing his question, the other mercenaries around him began muttering amongst themselves.

Anfey retrieved his longbow from his dimensional ring and aimed it at the dark figure in the sky. He quickly released an element arrow. The arrow flew very fast. The necromancer did not have enough time to react and was struck in the chest by the arrow.

The necromancer gurgled and his figure bobbed in the air before stumbling to the ground. He crashed into the ground a few pace behind the zombies.

Anfey lowered his bow. The mercenaries glanced at him with awe and shock.

Chapter 397: Slander

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Master Anfey, you should take responsibility for falling into the necromancers' trap," a Knight of Light said, emphasizing each word before dropping into a seat. He looked around for people to support him. Unfortunately, no one seemed to pay attention to what he said except for a few Knights of Light and priests who were qualified to attend this meeting. The rest of them were either chatting quietly in groups or resting with their eyes closed.

After the battle, Blavi and his mage group did a thorough check around the battlefield with Eyes of Sky. They found senior level death spirits among the death spirits. They found about 500 death knights and over 300 specters so far. However, there were so many death spirits, it was difficult to estimate a number.

These death spirits were particular irritating. Their attack and defensive ability was not as good as death knights, but they could fly and release a magic that could affect human's functioning. They attacked people who had little willpower or telepathy in a way that would cause them to have constant illusions or go crazy.

Specters were rare species among death spirits since they were made very similar to puppets. Once necromancers could force the undispersed spirits to merge with dark series magic crystal powders, a specter was born. Specters had strong defense and almost abnormal recovery ability, since they were just magic crystal powders in the air. Swords and axes could barely hurt them. Low-level magic had no effect on them.

Theoretically, if there were enough dark series magic crystals, necromancers could make as many specters as they wanted. But it was just a theory. Dark series magic crystals were rare and they ranged widely in quality, so no necromancer would make all of their specters with magic crystals.

A Priest of Light tried to mediate. "In fact we cannot blame everything on Master Anfey for the situation we are in." However, he did not really want to help Anfey. By "cannot blame everything on Anfey," he meant Anfey needed to take most of the responsibility. "In addition, it would not help if we are just blaming each other right now. We'd better save it to think about what we should do next. If we stay here, we will die. To break their blockade…"

"Blaming each other?" Ye suddenly laughed. "Who blamed whom? It seems that only you guys are blaming Master Anfey, doesn't it?"

"You…" That Priest of Light had no comeback.

"Breaking out the blockade? I'd better go to sleep instead of wasting my time with you here," Ozzic said, sounding irritated.

The Knights of Light and priests looked at each other. They were encircled in the Zagreen City and their morale was at the lowest, which was the best time to ruin Anfey's reputation among mercenaries. If they could not do anything to Anfey at that moment, they would not have any chance in the future.

"Master Thompson, what do you think?" a Knight of Light suddenly asked as everyone was quiet. Thompson just joined Anfey's League with his mercenary group. Knights of Light and priests thought Thompson had a fragile bond with Anfey. They wanted Thompson to be on their side, otherwise they would totally lose this battle with Anfey.

Thompson did not seem to hear that he was called out. He was still saying something quietly to Orsie and smiling. The Knights of Light and priests could not understand how he could laugh at this moment.

"Master Thompson, what do you think?" the Knight of Light said again, raising his voice.

Thompson was still talking and laughing with Orsie.

In fact, it didn't take much intelligence to see that Thompson was doing this on purpose. It was impossible that Thompson could not hear it at this volume. The Knight of Light was forced to continue in order to get a response from Thompson. He would even be in a more awkward situation if he backed off now. "Master Thompson!" He sounded very pissed.

"Huh? What?" Thompson "finally" heard him.

"What do you think about our current situation?" the Knight of Light said with his teeth grinded. He realized he had picked the wrong person, but he had to continue anyway. He needed to excuse himself at some point so he would not feel too awkward.

"I do not have any suggestions. I will follow master no matter where he goes," Thompson said calmly. He looked like he realized something and tried to explain, "I should clarify: When I said 'master', I did not mean you."

Everyone burst into laughter. That Knight of Light blushed and felt like he would explode in anger,, but he did not since he really had no reason to do so. The Knight of Light just did not want to let it go.

Anfey had been playing with the little unicorn. He did not think those few Knights of Light and priests could ruin his reputation. Mercenaries respected powerful people. If it were possible, they would like to follow powerful people. Millions of bad words about Anfey would not be as influential as Suzanna making moves.

"Master Anfey?" That Priest of Light was worried and angry when he saw Anfey distracted.

"What do you want me to do?" Anfey replied with a smile.

"When you ordered us to attack, it made us miss the best time to retreat. Don't you think you should say something?" the Priest of Light said.

"Retreat? Sir!" Shinbella did not even want to call his name. "What do you think those death knights and specters were for? If I remember correctly, they had not shown up in the battle yet."

"If those death knights and specters joined the battle, we could have been swarmed over by the death spirits around us. We did not have any barriers between us. Those death spirits could easily crush the formation we had." Thompson's ears seemed to work again. "If we listened to you, we already would be death spirits now."

"We cannot do nothing. Are we just waiting to die here?" That Priest of Light had to argue from a different perspective.

"Why cannot we wait?" Anfey said calmly. "Archknight Fernando has been looking for opportunities to fight with death spirits. Now it is the time. Isn't it a good thing?"

"But Archknight Fernando does not know our situation," the Priest of Light yelled.

He sounded like such a layman. The other three Knights of Light who were qualified to sit in the meeting all smiled bitterly.

"We divided each day into six time periods. Each time period we sent out a group of elite knights to contact Archknight Fernando. If the Archknight did not receive any information from us, he could speculate on our location and our enemies' fighting ability with the time gap," Anfey patiently explained like a teacher. "So you do not have to worry. They will come to help as fast as they can."

"This is a joke. Since we were encircled, we have not sent anyone to contact Archknight Fernando. How could Archknight Fernando know where we are and the number of necromancers we have to deal with?" the Priest of Light said.

The few Knights of Light awkwardly lowered their heads. They could not disagree with their peer, so they had to pretend they did not hear what he said.

"Let's put it this way. We sent out our knight to Archknight Fernando this noon. At noon, we were 30 miles away from Zagreen and would be reaching Stormenburg in three days. Archknight Fernando would be alerted if the next round of knights does not get to him in time. If the next round of knights is missing, he would know there would be something wrong. It is easy to locate us. We should be only half a day travelling distance away from the last round of knights who reached to Stormenburg. In terms of the number of death spirits, we have about 4,000 mercenaries and about 1,000 Knights of Light and priests. If we were in any trouble, he would know we had encountered the main force of the death spirits." Anfey looked calm and nice, but his words were not. "Am I explaining it clearly? Not everyone is as stupid as you. Archknight Fernando is a good general. You cannot evaluate Archknight Fernando's intelligence and judgment ability with your own intelligence."

It could be that priest had dedicated his life to God, so it took him a while to realize what Anfey meant. Anfey did not scold him directly. Or perhaps he understood what Anfey meant but could not take it. He was trembling in anger.

"If you are still worried and think Archknight Fernando is as stupid as you, you can ask for help yourself," Anfey said.

"Ask for help? It would be no different than committing suicide," a Knight of Light said, smiling bitterly. "It will take at least 8 days for Archknight Fernando to get here. Can we hold on for 8 days?" Besides the time the knights needed to deliver messages, it would take a day or two to reorganize his troops and few days to arrive. The Knight of Light was not wrong.

Anfey said in a low voice, "If death spirits attack Zagreen City, how long do you think we could hold out?"

"I do not know how long we can hold out, but I do know we will die soon once the priest group exhausts their magic," the Knight of Light responded. He did not mean to ignore the fighting ability of the mage group, but he had to admit priests were a lot stronger in terms of fighting death spirits.

"Did they gather countless death spirits, death knights and specters to wipe us out? We only have a few people," Anfey said with a smile.

"Well…" the priest said.

"Don't you think they overdid it?" Anfey asked.

"Are you saying…" the priest said.

"I did not say anything. Just stay here." No matter what others thought, Anfey had kept calm since he had Warner and the Book of Life. He had seen the power of the Book of Life in Moramatch. Of course, if others got to know about the Book of Life, conflict with the church would break out. He was not ready yet. He would not use Warner unless it was absolutely necessary.

Chapter 398: Anger

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Are there any changes?" Anfey asked as he walked up to Suzanna.

"What are you doing here?" Suzanna asked, turning around. "You should be getting some rest." Suzanna frowned when she saw Anfey's bloodshot eyes. He had been very busy for the past few days and only had slept for a few hours that morning. She knew he had to get some rest or else he could get sick.

"I'm worried," Anfey said quietly.

"You're always worried," Suzanna said. "You need to worry more about yourself." She sighed and smoothed out some wrinkles on his shirt. There were still mercenaries around and she did not want to do anything that may be deemed inappropriate.

Anfey shook his head. "I'll be fine," he said.

"You sure?"

"Absolutely."

Suzanna sighed and shook her head. She knew there was no use trying to convince him to do anything he did not want to do.

"Let's go take a walk," Anfey said, pointing down the wall. "I'm sure the necromancers will attack again at some point. They need to take us out before Fernando arrives, or else it would be almost impossible for them to wipe us out."

"The attack never stopped," Suzanna said with a frown. "But that's different, isn't it? They're just trying to figure out how much manpower we have."

Anfey nodded. "This coming fight…it's going to be worse than all these small skirmishes added together. They're serious about taking us out."

Suzanna opened her mouth a few times but only sighed and did not say anything.

"What is it?" Anfey asked.

"Never mind," Suzanna said. "It's nothing."

"It's never nothing," Anfey said. "What are you keeping from me?"

Suzanna shook her head.

"We promised each other we'd never keep secrets, remember?" Anfey said. "You can talk to me about anything. Plus, you're never this hesitant."

Suzanna grabbed Anfey's arm and moved closer to him. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Anfey knew that it was no use pushing her, but she eventually would talk to him. She always talked to him because he talked to her. They rarely keep secrets from each other.

"Tell me, Suzanna," Anfey said.

"Have you…have you planned for the worst?" Suzanna asked quietly. "I know you're not the kind to prepare for that, but…"

Suzanna knew that it was a difficult thing to think about. No one wanted to think about the worst possible situation when planning for a battle. Even one as meticulous as Anfey might not have a backup plan when the worst happened.

To Suzanna, there were certain people she wanted to protect and there were people she wanted to protect but could not. Riska and Blavi were her friends; and Ozzic, Shinbella, and the mercenaries were loyal followers. She wanted to protect all of them, but she knew that even as a top level power she could not protect everyone. If worse came to worst and the zombies broke into the city, she would need to make sacrifices.

Suzanna knew she was not a hero and could not sacrifice herself for others. Anfey wanted glory and fame, but she just wanted a peaceful life. She could do anything to protect those who were important to her, but not the ones she deemed irrelevant to her life.

Ye was hurrying over and caught what Suzanna said. He paused, unsure what to do. Ye knew what Suzanna was talking about, but this was a private conversation and not one he should intrude into. Whatever Anfey and Suzanna talked about was their business. He should stay away.

Anfey spotted Ye and waved him over. Suzanna pursed her lips when she saw Ye.

Ye hesitated, then hurried over. "Lord Blavi told me to look for you, sir," he said.

"You heard what we were saying, didn't you?"

"Yes," Ye said with a nod.

"That is the issue I wanted to talk to you about," Anfey said. "If the worst happens, we need a plan."

Ye nodded. "I'll follow your every order, sir," Ye said, "no matter what happens." Ye knew Anfey and knew that as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Anfey would not abandon his men. If it really came down to it, it would not be Anfey's or Suzanna's fault. A few survivors would still be better than no survivors.

"Don't be so pessimistic," Anfey said with a grin. "Don't forget about Warner and the Book of Life."

"You mean…"

"I've talked with Warner a few times," Anfey said. "He said that it is hard to activate the Book of Life. As long as we can keep the zombies and the necromancers away from him, he can hold out for a long time. I think that is more than enough. But in order for Warner to use the Book of Life, we need to take out the priests. I can't call Ozzic back, so you need to be the one to do it."

"But sir, if we take out those priests…"

"Warner and the Book of Life will be our last resort," Anfey said. "As long as there is hope, I won't use him. You know how powerful that book is. If we have that book, we won't need those priests."

Ye nodded, looked at Suzanna, and turned to leave. Before he could get far, he stumbled. He glanced outside of the city and his heard grew cold. Several dozen specters were floating just outside the wall. They would attack the wall quickly and soundlessly before hurrying away. They made no noise, but the ones they attacked could hear loud screams. A few mercenaries were stumbling already. The priests that were present hurried to cleanse them.

Suzanna frowned. She turned to Anfey and saw that his entire body was tense and he was shaking as if enduring great pain. "Anfey?" she asked quietly.

"I'm fine," Anfey said through clenched teeth as the specters retreated. "Let's get out of here." The specters had an unpleasant effect on him, and their magic made him strangely angry. He knew that the specters shouldn't affect him, but he could not block them out. It wasn't pain or discomfort he had just experienced. The specters had awaken the part of him that wanted to fight.

"You said that we don't keep secrets," Suzanna said. "But you are keeping things from me. Now that Ye heard what I just said, he must be thinking that I'm a horrible person."

"Ye's not that kind of person, you know that," Anfey said. "He understands there are choices we must make."

Suzanna wanted to say something, but she was interrupted by a sudden howl. Thousands of zombies surged towards the wall from the forest like moving water, howling and clawing, ready to kill any living thing in front of them.

Chapter 399: Internecine Warfare

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

As the sun went down in the west, the tough battle finally ended, but morale among the mercenaries in Zagreen City became very low. The attacks from death spirits never stopped from morning until night. Anfey had about 200 priests join the battle, but the fatality rate was exceptionally high for the day. Including the fatalities of the past few days, the mercenaries had been reduced by one third. They also lost about one hundred knights and priests.

Everyone knew death spirits were more powerful at night. If it was already very tough during the day, but it would be a lot tougher at night. The necromancers had ordered many death spirits to fight for them during the day to exhaust the fighting ability of the League of Mercenaries, but the real battle would break out at night.

There was a saying that misfortune might be blessings in disguise, while misfortune lurked within good fortune. As the sun went down behind the mountains, good news finally came. Archknight Fernando had brought his Shield of Light legion. He sent a homing pigeon with a letter, telling the mercenaries to hold on tight for another 24 hours at any cost.

Anfey was sitting in the room and playing with the homing pigeon on the table. This mutated pigeon had a small body, only slightly bigger than a sparrow, but it could fly extremely fast and understand people well. It's only drawback was that it could not fly long distances. It was bred for sending messages between two places that were not too far from each other. Anfey was thinking he should talk with Fernando to see if they could buy more of these homing pigeons to build an information network of their own. As to the content of the letter they received, he did not see and could not see it, just as the Knights of Light could not give commands to mercenaries. If he asked to see the letter, he would bring humiliation on himself, since the conflict between Anfey and the knights was obvious. The Knights of Light and priests would not lose any opportunity to make fun of Anfey.

Someone knocked on the door. Anfey looked up. "Come in, please."

Ye pushed the door open and walked in. He listened at the door for a moment after he closed the door behind him. He slowly approached Anfey.

"What happened?" Anfey asked.

"Master, let's do it now," Ye said quietly. "It would be hard to hold out tonight with just those Knights of Light and priests. Why don't we just bet on Warner? If we lose the battle, it would be hard for us to get back on our feet again."

Anfey gave the matter a bit of thought, then said, "Fernando is getting close. I am worried that…"

"Master," Ye said worriedly, "it shows that Warner is not able to help us when Fernando asked us to hold out for another day and night. We would never know if he could beat all those death spirits. We have to protect ourselves. If Fernando loses the battle, we have to be able to break through the death spirits' blockade. Master, we used to have more than 4,000 mercenaries, but now we have less than 3,000. If we lose more of them, I am afraid…"

"Ye, there are many people watching us. It would not be easy to kill those Knights of Light and priests. If anyone noticed…I think, we'd better wait," Anfey said.

"Master, you don't trust those mercenaries, do you? In fact, they do not care about the church. In addition, we have secretly killed some of the Knights of Light and priests," Ye said.

Anfey suddenly gave Ye a look. The next moment, there was someone knocking on the door. "Is Master Anfey there?"

Anfey lifted his chin to signal Ye to open the door. Ye walked to the door and opened it. A Priest of Light and few Knights of Light stood outside with big smiles. Anfey knew two of the Knights of Light, Hilde and Martin. Hilde had been hostile towards Anfey, while Martin was the spy Yolanthe set up in the church.

"Master, can we come in?" the Priest of Light asked with a smile.

"Please come in, come in." Anfey slowly stood up. "You are here…"

"Master, I have a secret order from the Pope!" the Priest of Light went directly to the point and then turned to Ye. "Master Ye, are you…"

"Secret order? To me?" Anfey looked a little shocked. He nodded at Ye. Ye turned around and slowly left.

"Yes, master." The Priest of Light held his hand out and took a letter from his Dimensional ring.

Anfey smiled and reached for the letter, but he was just a little off and did not get the letter. Instead, he touched that Priest of Light's hand. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the Priest of Light's hand and pulled it down as he kicked him in the groin. The Priest of Light flew into the air. As the priest screamed out, Anfey jammed his knee into the priest's face and stifled his screaming.

Martin pulled his sword out and thrust forward with full force. However, he did not thrust at Anfey. Instead, he stabbed at his peer, Hilde. Hilde never thought Martin would attack him. Martin's sword pierced his back and through his chest before Hilde had a chance to pull her sword half way out.

At the same time, Ye ran back in. The sword in his hand created a light screen. He thrusted his sword into the neck of a Knight of Light. The way Ye thrust his sword was cruel. His sword had cut off half that knight's neck.

These Priests and Knights of Light had not come with a good intentions. They should have not brought Martin with them. Anfey was smart and responded quickly. He looked at Martin and understood what Martin was trying to signal him. As a result, the killers were killed. The Priest of Light with the highest fighting ability did not even get the chance to release his magic scroll before he was killed by Anfey.

Anfey did not think the two Knights of Light who were still alive could pose any threats to them. Anfey indicated to Martin that he had no idea why these Priests and Knights of Light attacked him. He hoped to find the answer from Martin.

"Master, be careful!" Martin yelled to Anfey. He threw himself at Anfey to protect him. At the same time, the iron door was torn to pieces and a bright sword radiance shot into the room.

Martin had used all his combat power to block the sword radiance from Anfey. As the sword radiance pierced through Martin's body, his body was torn apart.

"Go, hurry up!" Anfey yelled. He now understood that there was a top power among his opponents. He worried about Ye. If Ye wanted to fight without considering the fighting ability of his opponent, he would be killed as quickly as Martin.

"Where do you think you are going?" Laughter rose from outside, and then another sword radiance shot at Anfey.

Ye was wise. He turned around, crashed through the window and jumped out. A Fire Shield appeared on Anfey's left arm, and he fearlessly countered the sword radiance. After a huge crashing noise, Anfey realized he could not even control the shaking from the fire elements on the Fire Shield. The whole Fire Shield was smashed to pieces while Anfey was knocked into the bedroom.

"Suzanna has been led to the north of the city, so…" A person slowly walked into the bedroom and looked at Anfey, who stood there with his sword. Anfey said calmly, "Go to hell!"

This time the person did not feel the sword radiance was enough to kill Anfey, so he did not release sword radiance. Instead, he slashed his sword at Anfey.

This slash looked very simple, but its speed and power were beyond anything Anfey had experienced. The bright combat power lit up the bedroom even brighter than day light. The moving air currents tore the bedframe behind Anfey. The frame shattered against the wall with a loud crash.

Anfey's counterattack was simple as well. With his fighting skills, he could move to the side to dodge the sword, but he chose to counter it directly because he wanted to understand the difference between him and a real top power.

In addition to Anfey's bed the vases, cases and other stuff in the bedroom could not take the pressure and were all crushed into pieces. The Fire Sword became blurry.

The stone floor shattered underneath Anfey, surprising both of them. A black hole appeared. Anfey could not fall down the hole because of the enormous surprised he received.

There was a big secret chamber underneath the bedroom. The secret chamber had a few floors. It had been built for its previous owner to store treasure. Anfey had never noticed this secret chamber before.

"Huh?" The person looked really surprised and immediately jumped into the hole. Maybe because of the two rounds of fighting, he believed Anfey was not as strong as him, so he made such daring move. If their fight abilities were similar, he probably would have put himself at a serious disadvantage if he simply jumped into the hole.

Anfey stood up straight. He released his telepathy as fast as he could. The blurry Fire Sword started to look clear again very quickly. Seeing the person jumping down, he did not immediately start his attack.

"Did you prepare this for yourself? Not bad! It is very hard to find," the person said as he looked around the chamber.

Anfey kept quiet as his internal power was moving faster and faster.

"Are you desperate now? Do you know who I am?" The person smiled and looked to Anfey like he was playing a cat and mouse game.

"I do not want to know," Anfey said calmly. "You are a top power, but unfortunately, you do not know how to kill others."

"Do you know? Unfortunately…" The person tried to copy Anfey. He said calmly, "You are a professional killer, but you are going to be killed by me today!"

Anfey slowly raised his sword to indicate to his opponent that he was ready to fight. As an assassin in his previous world, he never talked bullsh*t with his targets, trying to tell them why he was going to kill them and other stuff. Those were pointless conversations. Instead, talking bullsh*t would give his opponents time to find a good opportunity to fight back and beat him.

"Do you still hope you could win this fight? Not bad, not bad," the person said with a wry smile. "I can tell you have a strange power inside of you. Is it power that could help you become a Supreme Power?" In fact, he secretly had a feeling that whatever power he had would not work on Anfey. From the time he practiced combat power until he became a top power, he had been under the supervision of his master. He never really got a chance to interact with others. That was why he was a little naïve when he was arguing with Anfey.

"You really like to talk!" Anfey said rudely. Dragging the time was really doing him a favor, but he did not want to wait anymore because he did not want to rely on Suzanna all the time.

Chapter 400: Nothing!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"You really don't want to know who I am?" the figure asked, curious. If someone wanted to kill him, he would want to know who he was. Anfey, on the other hand, appeared completely unbothered by the fact that he did not know who was trying to kill him.

"Why would I?" Anfey asked. "So many people want to kill me. If I try to find out who every single one of them is, it would take too long."

"Interesting," the figure said. He gripped his sword. He was angry, but he still kept the words of his teacher in mind. He wasn't there to kill Anfey.

"You'll be surprised," Anfey said. "Well, since you want me to know so badly: Who are you, exactly?"

"Deswright," the figure said. "I'm a student of Philip's."

"That's it?" Anfey said, shaking his head. "I thought there would be more."

"You made a mistake the day you killed Zeda," Deswright said coolly.

"It's too late for that now, isn't it?" Anfey asked. "I killed him. It's done."

"I know that," Deswright said. "Which is why I am here."

Anfey frowned. He did not expect such an answer from Deswright. All the top level powers he had met were brilliant people. Even Bruzuryano, who was known for his honesty, had his own secrets. Honesty wasn't stupidity. He was surprised that Deswright did not get the hint.

"I have to warn you, though," Anfey said, "Suzanna's almost here."

Deswright frowned. He had been spying on them for a while now and knew that Suzanna had recently moved up a level. He did not need to face another top level power because that would just be too inconvenient. He raised his sword and dashed towards Anfey.

Anfey did not back down, either. He gripped his sword and blocked Deswright's attack. He wanted to see how different he was from a top level power. This was a good opportunity for him to gain some knowledge and use it to his benefit.

The two swords clashed with a loud thud. Anfey's fire sword shattered and turned back into loose fire elements. He was too distracted to form another sword this fast. Deswright had used most of his power and had no reserve. Remnants of combat power exploded with the loose elements. The clash sent both Anfey and Deswright flying backwards and crashing into the walls of the cave. The cave shook dangerously, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Anfey quickly formed a fire shield to defend himself from the combat power.

Deswright recovered much faster than Anfey did. He was already heading towards Anfey just as Anfey was standing up. He did not care to prolong this process. He just needed to finish this.

Deswright might have been young and inexperienced, but he was still very powerful. Even though Anfey had the sword Jacob had forged for him, he was still shocked by his collision with the wall of the cave. Deswright only stumbled a little after this clash, but Anfey was thrown away again. He crashed through a wooden door at the end of the tunnel and crashed against the wall. Deswright chased after him quickly. Behind him, the cave and the tunnel shook and began to collapse.

Deswright laughed. "You're trapped now," he said. Deswright was right. The tunnel had already collapsed and the room they were in was sealed off. There was no way out unless one of them died at the hand of the other.

Anfey shook his head and stood up. His body was very strong now but he was still not strong enough to be able to shake off the pain of crashing into walls. The clashes made him slightly dizzy.

"Just admit defeat," Deswright said, "and maybe I won't kill you then."

Anfey took a deep breath. The air was very foul in the room because the lack of circulation. That did not help with his dizziness.

"I'm curious," Anfey said, panting. "How did someone like you become a top level power?"

"You're questioning my abilities?" Deswright asked coolly. He knew that he was powerful enough to defeat Anfey, especially when Anfey was injured. However, he seemed to have forgotten that Anfey's power did not lay in pure strength. Instead, his speed and agility were what Deswright should really be watching for.

Anfey's breath stabilized and he summoned a large fireball. He threw the fireball at Deswright and quickly scrambled away, sending a few more fireballs as he ran. He was summoning fireballs as fast as his body would allow.

A small wall of fire appeared around Deswright as Anfey sent a few more fireballs his way.

Deswright could sense that this was Anfey's last attempt at defeating him. He was very patient and was waiting for Anfey to use up all of his magic. It would take time for Suzanna to find them, and Deswright did not mind waiting.

The light of the fireballs began to dim, and Anfey stopped using large fireballs and began using small fireballs. Deswright watched him without expression. An attack with small fireballs was nothing to a man like him.

Anfey finally stopped using magic and stood there, watching Deswright. The two of them watched one another silently. Deswright frowned. Anfey was supposed to be a paladin, and his magic should not deplete this quickly.

"Is it my turn now?" Deswright asked, waving his sword.

Anfey shrugged but did not say anything. He tapped the ground with his foot as if waiting for Deswright.

Deswright took a deep breath and dove forward. He did not want to kill Anfey just yet. He was still adhering to Philip's instructions. He wanted to prolong the process.

Anfey waited for Deswright to get close enough to him before moving. He pushed off of the wall behind and moved out of the way of Deswright's sword.

Deswright dove towards him again, but this time, he realized that something was off. His breathing was becoming more difficult and his combat power was failing.

"What did you do?" Deswright asked angrily. Anfey shook his head and still did not say anything. He dashed towards Deswright and slammed a fist into his chest. Because of his failing combat power, Deswright could not defend himself against this attack. Deswright crashed into the wall. Anfey lunged at him, throwing him towards a large stone before he could regain his strength.

Without combat power, Deswright was not as strong as the stone. His body slid limply off the stone. Anfey picked up Deswright's sword and stabbed the man through the chest. Deswright watched him angrily, then his eyelids drooped and his body stilled.

After making sure that Deswright really was dead, Anfey walked over to the collapsed tunnel and began trying to dig his way out with the sword.

After a few moments, he made a small crack in the rock pile. He quickly leaned close to the crack and took a deep breath. Then he began digging again.

After a few feet, he felt the stones shaking. He grinned, knowing that Suzanna must have arrived. The shaking was growing stronger. Anfey waited impatiently, knowing that soon he would run out of air. Hopefully, Suzanna heard the noises he made, and he wouldn't have to die together with Deswright.

Just as Anfey thought that Suzanna wouldn't find him, a large crack appeared through the rocks and air flowed in. A moment later, Suzanna appeared at the crack. "Anfey?" she called hesitantly. "You still alive in there?"

Chapter 401: Glorious Achievements

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Anfey clumsily crawled out through the hole Suzanna had hit open for him. Yes, Anfey crawled out. He wished he could gracefully jumped through the hole like a rabbit. The problem was, he felt so weak that he could not even jump.

He had reached the perfect level of the Spirit Refining Stage. He could easily close off his breathing, even to the point where he could become like a baby in the womb; but this only happened when he was meditation. If he was moving and doing things, he could not reach the Spirit Refining Stage. The air in the secret chamber was bad from the beginning. The oxygen he accumulated and stored was exhausted. Now Anfey felt like his chest was going to explode.

"Anfey!" Suzanna screamed in excitement and surprise. She grabbed Anfey and pushed on his back. She neither had time to ask what had happened nor wipe the sweat from his face. She yelled, "Go, hurry up! I got it here."

"Anfey, come out quickly!" Blavi yelled at the end of the tunnel. Riska was there as well. A top power might scare others, but not the friends who had gone through thick and thin with Anfey. Even if Suzanna had asked them not to come, they still would come. Seeing Suzanna bashing further into the tunnel, Anfey grabbed her. He could not even talk. The only strength he had was used to breathe. Anfey's lips moved as a struggling fish on the land. He looked as bad as anyone could imagine. Anfey was not a gentleman like Christian, but still paid a lot of attention to his looks and behavior. However, at that moment he could not spare any energy on his looks and behaviors.

Seeing Anfey grabbing her, Suzanna thought Anfey did not want her to take any risk. She struggled a little bit and just obeyed Anfey. She still had her back to Anfey, looking at the dark hole. Her eyes had real fire in them. She hoped that the top level power was strong that she could fight him for a long time after she sent Anfey away to a safe place so she could vent her anger.

In fact, Suzanna wanted badly to talk to Anfey. She regreted that she easily agreed like a fool to follow those Knights of Light to the north of the city. She wanted to touch Anfey. Only feeling his body could make her believe Fortune did not take Anfey away from her. She also wanted very much to cry. She was in a fighting mood and needed to tear that top level power to pieces before she could throw herself into Anfey's arms and cry.

"Let's go," Anfey said, finally able to breathe. He pulled Suzanna to signal her to leave. He crawled out on his hands and knees.

"Anfey, hurry up!" Blavi walked two steps towards the hole. "Where is that guy?"

"I have killed him," Anfey said as he crawled out. He suddenly felt something was strange. He looked up and saw Blavi and Riska were stunned. Suzanna behind him was stunned as well.

"Anfey, what did you say?" Blavi stuttered.

Blavi did not mean to look down on Anfey's fighting ability. Ye had told him that it was a master swordsman attacking Anfey. The fight between two top level powers usually took a long time. After they got the news, they tried to get back as fast as they could. They dug the collapsed secret chamber to look for Anfey. It did not take long for them to find Anfey, since they were all worried about him. Even though Anfey had the fighting ability equivalent to a top level power, it was not possible to kill his opponent so quickly unless Anfey was way better than the top level power. It did not seem to make sense either.

"What are you doing?" Anfey was mad but found it funny at the same time. "Let's talk when we get out. The air is not good here." His chest still felt tight, and he needed to breathe some fresh air.

He pulled the stunned Suzanna out of the hole. Anfey heard the yelling above him. It was Ozzic. He was yelling at someone.

When Anfey pulled himself out of the hole, he saw Ozzic yelling at Ye. Ye's cheeks were swollen as if he had been smacked on the face. Ozzic had his back to Anfey as he was scolding Ye. Ye was a very capable person, at least he could lead a unit. Every time Anfey hinted that he should lead a unit, Ye politely turned Anfey's offer down. He told Anfey he would like to continue as Ozzic's assistant. He also mentioned to Anfey that Ozzic had saved him a few times. Ozzic was nice to Ye as well, even better than his biological brother. Ozzic understood how helpful Ye was to him.

Ye bit his lips with his head down. In fact, he felt the worst right now. He suddenly saw someone crawling out of the hole out of the corner of his eye. He looked closer and realized it was Anfey. Suddenly he looked excited and surprised. He broke into a smile.

"What are you f*cking smiling for? Don't you feel ashamed?" Ozzic yelled in anger at Ye. His voice was a little coarse. He grabbed Ye's collar and swung his fist at him.

"Ozzic, I am not dead yet. What are you yelling for?" Anfey immediately stopped Ozzic.

"What the f*ck! Master?" Ozzic's facial expression was a lot more interesting than Ye's when he turned around to see Anfey. He looked like he was going to give Anfey a hug, but hesitated because he realized the difference in status between him and Anfey.

Seeing the look on Ozzic, he knew he trusted the right person. Ozzic did some not-so-decent things, but he was super loyal to Anfey, which was enough for Anfey.

"I asked Ye to leave. Don't blame him," Anfey said slowly. Ye always returned his favors, so Anfey wanted to him to be able to do so to Ozzic, and tried to clear up any misunderstandings between them.

"Huh." Ozzic realized something and suddenly jumped up. "Guys, are you ready? What about the master swordsman. I do not think a master swordsman could hide in the tunnel and never come out. When he comes out, let's kill him."

"F*cking kill him," a mercenary said.

"F*cking kill him," another mercenary agreed.

Hundreds of mercenaries surrounding Ozzic raised their weapons and said it loudly together. They looked like they had found a common enemy. It was very impressive that they had stayed there even though they knew there was a top level power. Only well-trained military dared to surround the top level power. The lives of mercenaries were dangerous, but they could choose what they wanted for the future. They could take on dangerous tasks, but no one was required to take on tasks that could cost them their lives. With their fighting ability, it was like suicide to surround a top level power.

"Stopping yelling. The master swordsman has died," Blavi said.

After they heard that Anfey had killed the master swordsman, Suzanna, Blavi and a few others had become very strange. They had doubts and questions, but just could not ask Anfey, otherwise it would look like they doubted Anfey's fighting ability. It was common sense that a paladin could be equivalent to a top level power, but never be able to break through. How could Anfey kill a top level power? What confused them most was the timing. Even a herbivore Three-Eyed magic bull took some time to chase and slay. This guy had been a top level power; and Anfey had killed him too quickly. He was a top level power, not a chicken or small dog.

"Yes, we will f*cking kill him." Ozzic turned around and said to Blavi as he waved his fist. He looked excited and was ready for the fight. He looked like he agreed with Blavi. When he turned around, he was shocked. He slowly turned back after a moment. He stared at Blavi and then turned to look at Anfey with a weird look. Ozzic did not want to look like a clown, but he was really shocked.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you understand me? Anfey killed that master swordsman," Blavi yelled as he grew more cheerful.

The mercenaries at the scene all heard what Blavi said. The yelling and cheering suddenly stopped. It was completely quiet. The air felt quiet serious.

Most mercenaries had never seen top level powers before. They seemed to be so far away from their lives, like gods. They had seen Ernest and Fernando since they joined the League of Mercenaries. They were all proud of that. The advancement of Suzanna made everybody excited as well. Master swordsmen were so powerful. They wondered how he could die so easily.

"What are you doing? Why don't you believe me?" Anfey felt uncomfortable. "Ozzic!"

"Yes!" Ozzic stuck out his chest. He had followed Anfey for quite a long time. They always kept a casual relationship no matter when they talked or when Anfey asked him to do something. Ozzic had no idea why he acted so formally.

"Can you take some people to dig open the hole? Let it air out for a while before bringing that guy's body out of the hole," Anfey said. "He is my enemy, but he is already dead. We'd better let the hatred go. He was a top level power. We could not let him die without a tomb." Anfey sounded upright and forgiving, but in fact that was not the case. At that moment, what did he lack the most? It was fame! He wanted to be seen stepping on his dead opponent's body. This was a great opportunity to be a hero and increase his fame.

"Yes, master!" Ozzic answered loudly. He strode over to the hole where it had caved in. When he passed by Anfey, he paused for a second and asked timidly in a low voice, "Master, Master Alice has told us your previous teacher is a supreme power. Is it true?"

"Keep it to yourself. Don't tell others," Anfey said calmly.

"I understand." Ozzic's voice trembled from excitement. He had doubted it when Alice told him the secret. There had been no supreme power on the Pan Continent for the past thousand years. How could Anfey have such an amazing background? What had happened made him realize it was true. It was like being slapped on the face. Anfey did not have terrifying combat power nor destructive magic power, but his fighting ability was beyond a top level power. Otherwise how could he so easily kill a master swordsman. It looked like he would leave his footprint on history. The people who worked with him would be marked in history as well. What glory that people would still recognize his name in thousands of years!

Anfey laid his eyes on Ye and smiled. "I am sorry you had to take all the blame."

Ye did not pay too much attention to Anfey's words of comfort. "After this battle, Master, you will be making a name for yourself," he said, emphasizing each word.

"Making a name for myself?" Anfey shook his head and smiled.

"Making a name! Making a name!" The mercenaries around them started to cheer together. If Anfey could make a name for himself, their League of Mercenaries would make a name for itself as well, and so would they. They were worried whenever the issue came up about unifying the Country of Mercenaries. Four super mercenary groups had been there for hundreds of years, so much stronger than other, smaller mercenary groups. Master swordsman Anthony led the best mercenary group. It was unclear whether they would win if they fought his mercenary group. But the result was no longer in question. Anthony might now be able to beat Master Suzanna. If Anfey joined the fight, he could easily take Anthony's life. They thought to themselves that they had nothing to worry about.

"What are you yelling?" a female voice called from the distance. "Did you save Master?" After a brief moment, a bloodied Shinbella showed up in front of everyone. She was leading a priest by the collar. That priest looked really miserable. His hands were cut off and one foot was missing. He was in coma.

A few mercenaries pursed their lips. They wondered when Master Shinbella had started to talk nonsense. Anfey needed no one to save him. What a joke.

Anfey cleared his throat.

Shinbella had not seen Anfey until that moment. She looked happy and surprised. "Master, are you ok?"

"Why did you all hope to see something happening to me?" Anfey said with a curious smile.

"Good. That is good." Shinbella was even worse than Suzanna in terms of articulating herself. She did not know how to respond to Anfey's joke and tossed the priest to the ground. "Master, those Knights of Light and priests were all killed. He is the only one alive. Well…the mercenaries in my unit were too worried about your safety so they were a little too harsh on him."

"They did a good job!" Anfey nodded with a smile. He slowly walked over and kicked the unconscious priest.

Even though she was a woman, Shinbella was a lot harsher than Anfey. She hit the priest with the sheath of her sword and yelled, "Get up, don't play dead."

That priest vaguely moaned. He did not play dead. He was indeed in a coma. Even if he was conscious, he could not follow Shinbella's order to stand up, not before he could get artificial limbs, if there were any on the Pan Continent.

"Master, I will do it." A mercenary ran over, smiling. He tossed a snow ball at the priest's face.

In fact, Knights of Light and priests deserved it. According to Anfey's plan, he should have moved against those Knights of Light and priests first. However, except for Ye, who was cruel, the mercenaries would hesitate or develop a feeling against killing Knights of Light and priests, since they had fought together and received help from them during the battle. At that moment, though, it was different story. Knights of Light and priest even went to attack Anfey. They had become mutual enemies. No amount of torture of Knights of Light and priests would be unreasonable.

The coldness from the snow ball made the priest open his eyes as he made moaning sounds. When he saw Anfey, he was shocked. Seeing anyone except Anfey would have been reasonable. "Master Deswright was there. How could Anfey be alive? Am I in the hell?" the priest thought to himself.

"Tell me why you attacked me," Anfey asked calmly.

That priest did not answer. He wanted to rub his eyes, but saw Anfey right in front of his face. His limbs moved a little bit before he realized he had lost his arms. He tried to look up to see what was around him. He looked like he was looking for someone.

"Are you looking for Deswright? Don't bother. He is dead. Can you answer my question now? Why did you attack me?" Anfey asked calmly.

That priest spit at Anfey. This was his only way to attack.

Anfey looked casual, with a smile. He gave Ye a look. He was actually nervous. There were things he had to know. Shinbella told him this priest was the only one alive. If this priest lied to them, it would be hard for them to prove he lied.

Seeing Anfey's smile, the priest hated Anfey with passion. He suddenly yelled, "Anfey, you don't have to act so proud. You killed Archpriest Slanbrea. The Church will never forget it. You will pay for it!"

"Huh!" Ozzic, who was checking the caved-in part of the hole, slipped and almost fell into it. He pulled himself back to his feet. His eyes were open wide, staring at the back of Anfey. What happened? What happened? Had Master really killed Archpriest Slanbrea? Oh my God. Master is so powerful. If he had any doubts before that Anfey tricked that master swordsman and killed him, he finally realized that a master swordsman was not up to Anfey's fighting ability; Anfey killing a famous archpriest should be enough to prove Anfey's fighting ability had reached an amazing level. Ozzic badly wanted to shout to show how excited he was.

Suzanna and Blavi looked more normal than Ozzic because they knew what was behind the story. If Anfey told them he killed the Archmage Yagor, they would look as shocked as Ozzic did at that moment. If Ozzic knew Anfey had killed three top level powers in total, he would probably pass out.

Anfey quietly watched the priest. After a while, he said quietly, "Master, I will always remember your help and support. Thank you so much!"

"Help and support"? The mercenaries all looked at each other. They did not understand what Anfey meant. Neither did the priest. He just stared at Anfey.

"I do not understand how you came to know that secret?" Anfey replied.

The color on the priest's face kept changing from blue to purple. His bloody lips were trembling. He was not sure whether it was out of anger or regret. He closed his eyes and passed out again.

Chapter 402: Breakthrough

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"I'm ready, sir," Warner said quietly. "Waiting on your order."

"Be careful," Anfey warned.

"Don't worry, sir. I won't risk my life for this."

"Good," Anfey nodded. "I trust you."

Warner nodded and hurried away. Anfey watched the man with a frown as he disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Blavi asked.

"This is the first time I am trusting someone I don't know well," Anfey said with a shrug. "Just a bit nervous."

"Don't worry," Blavi said with a grin. "He won't risk his life. Plus, we still have Suzanna and you. If you can defeat a grand swordsman, a few necromancers shouldn't be a big problem."

"I defeated him because he wasn't thinking," Anfey said. "If it had been Anthony or Manstuly, I probably wouldn't be standing here right now."

"You're just being modest," Blavi said.

"No, it's the truth."

Blavi smiled. "What should we do if Fernando turns against us? Most of his men came from Maho Empire, but he is still their commander."

"Don't worry too much about it," Anfey said. "I won't give him the chance."

"Are you going to kill Fernando too?" Blavi asked, shocked. Fernando was a senior knight with a lot of powerful guards. Killing him would be very difficult.

"No, of course not," Anfey said. "Fernando's fate lies in the hands of His Majesty. Let's wait for Warner. If he can protect us, we will break through and head north."

"If we are going to break through, there are going to be thousands of zombies in our way," Blavi said. "We can't guarantee that we're all going to make it out."

"We're not leaving immediately," Anfey said. "We're going to leave when everyone's too distracted to notice that we're gone."

"That's a plan, I suppose," Blavi said. "Don't have to worry about Fernando and his scheming that way."

"Our food supply is running low, though," Black Eleven suddenly said.

"Really? We brought so much food when we left. How is it gone already?" Blavi asked.

"We left Reddenburg and spent six days on the road. Those mercenaries who joined us needed food as well. This is the seventh day we are trapped here."

"How much do we have left?" Anfey asked.

"I'm not exactly sure," Black Eleven said, "but I know that we're running out."

"This is bad," Blavi said with a frown. "All the cities we passed had no food. Everyone was starving. Even if we head north, we may not find supplies."

"Are you saying we should go south and back to Moramatch?" Riska asked, shaking his head. "This is too good an opportunity. We can't give it up."

"I know that!" Blavi retorted. If even Riska knew this was a good opportunity, Blavi must also have known. He was ambitious and knew this was their best chance at expanding their influence. "But what can we do without supplies? There must be thousands of mercenaries waiting for us along the way. If we don't have food, they have no reason to join us or help us. If we just leave with no supplies, no one will join us."

"You're right," Anfey said. "But we can't turn back now. Armin, go find Ozzic and see how much supplies we have left. We need to limit everyone's portion."

Black Eleven stood, nodded at Anfey, Riska, and Blavi, then quickly left the room.

"Hopefully the mercenaries will be fine with losing part of their portion," Riska said worriedly.

"They have to," Blavi said, shaking his head. "They have to know that without limiting their portion, we're going to run out of food even faster."

"This is not a long term plan, though," Riska said. "What should we do when we find new mercenaries who need food? Are we going to decrease the portion even more?"

Blavi frowned and nodded.

"You're right," Anfey said. "We won't go north, then. We're going east."

"Where are we going then?"

"We're going to Entos," Anfey said.

"That seems good," Blavi said with a wide grin on his face. "Marino seems like a good person. He and Entos will surely help us."

"It's going to be a long hike," Riska said, looking at the map. "It will take at least half a dozen days."

"We should be able to make it," Anfey said. "We need to talk to Ozzic and Shinbella and the others."

"Wait," Blavi suddenly said. "I have a way. Maybe we don't have to go to Entos."

"What is it?"

"Most people in the Shield of Light Legion are from Maho Empire," Blavi said. "Even though Fernando is their commander, their loyalty surely still lies with Maho Empire. They won't ignore the needs of their countrymen."

"We can't do that," Anfey said, shaking his head.

"Why not?"

"Fernando was friendly before because he needed to stabilize his relationship with us," Anfey said. "Now that he doesn't need to do that, he will not react kindly to this request. We have thousands of mercenaries, we can't risk him finding out about it. He will know better than us how much supplies we took."

"You're saying he can guess how much we need and set a trap?"

"Very possibly."

"Really?" Riska asked incredulously.

"What kind of a person is Pope William?" Anfey asked.

"He's powerful, that's for sure," Blavi said. "And smart."

"He gave the legion to Fernando for a reason," Anfey said. "He's not stupid. Everything the pope did, he did for a reason. We cannot underestimate Fernando."

Anfey wasn't scared of Fernando, but he was scared about what kind of situation a conflict with Fernando would put him in. Fernando was a top level power, and Anfey knew better than to underestimate those people.

"Alright," Riska said, nodding.

"Fernando must know that His Majesty wanted to take him out from the beginning," Anfey said. "He must have prepared for this. If things go bad, we can't let ourselves become Fernando's scapegoats."

"Can't he just blame the generals?" Riska asked, frowning.

"Are you stupid?" Blavi asked, his eyes wide. "No matter who wins this, we aren't the ones responsible. We only have so much power."

"Who are you calling stupid?" Riska retorted angrily.

"Oh let it go," Suzanna said, shaking her head. "Blavi's right. We need to do our best not to get tangled up in this."

A strong surge of magic rippled through the air. Anfey glanced at his friends and they all stood and dashed outside. Zagreen City was covered by blinding white light. A large magic barrier was expanding and covering the city. In the middle was Warner, holding the Book of Life.

Because Anfey kept Warner's presence a secret, a lot of mercenaries did not know who he was and thought he was one of the priests. Some aimed their bows at him.

"Wait!" Ozzic jumped up and hurried towards the mercenaries. "Goodness gracious, wait! He's on our side!"

Chapter 403: Mind Your Own Business

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

It made sense to have Warner show the power of the Book of Life and practice it in front of everyone. Anfey could not rush out of the city and then put all the hope on Warner. That would be irresponsible. However, Anfey did not expect Warner's practice to be so noticeable.

The Book of Life was a holy object in the Church of Light. The power of the Book of Life was so great that magic surges created with it covered a larger area and were more pure and clear than the magic surges created by Light Series magic. Against the sensation of gloom and death in the air, the magic dome Warner released was bright, like a torch in the dark. The intense element surges could even reach dozens of miles away.

When Slanbrea had the Book of Life, countless Knights and Priests of Light had claimed their loyalty to him. Unfortunately, Warner was just a regular priest. Everyone knew someone would want to kill him to take the Book of Life. They would never work together with Warner, not to mention claiming loyalty to him. His background and fighting ability were very weak, which could not ignored.

When Warner showed up in Moramatch with the Book of Life in his hands and showed his power by killing groups of death spirits, Anfey, as a layman, was not fooled, so there was no way he could fool the people in the church. What the Book of Life represented concerned the Knights and Priests of Light.

An incapable person with treasure would be considered a criminal, while capable people with power and treasure would help him become a person of high morals. Warner had weak fighting ability, so he would be seen as a criminal. If he had strong fighting ability, he would be seen as a person with high morals.

Anfey wanted to let his league rest a little and try to avoid a fight at night, when death spirits' fighting ability was stronger. The Shield of Light legion planned to fight again early the next morning. This time they started to fight with full force as soon as the horn was blown, when the moon just rose above the trees.

At necromacers' orders, about a hundred Death Knights led a group of specters and countless death spirits back to Zagreen City.

At the same time, Anfey was standing on the city wall north of Zagreen City. He gathered the fire elements as he was watching what was happening ahead of him. Anfey's Fire Sword had been ruined by Deswright, so he had to make a new one. A few mages from the mage group were stunned as they watched Anfey's make the Fire Sword. They were newbies and had never seen anyone control the fire elements as well as Anfey. Yet the people who had been in the mage group for a while no longer saw it as anything special.

"Anfey!" Blavi hurried over from the stairs. "Now? Are you sure?"

"I do not want to fight at this moment, but Fernando has started the fight already," Anfey said quietly.

"Can't we just wait a little bit more?" Blavi said bitterly. "We do not have to worry much about the low level death spirits, but specters at night would…"

"I will handle the specters," Anfey said. "If they have death knights, Suzanna will handle them."

"Yes," Suzanna responded.

"I feel it is too risky." Riska did not want to fight with death spirits at night either.

"We are far from the Country of Mercenaries. We are here for the adventure. Besides, we do not have any other options at the moment," Anfey said. "I just do not understand why Fernando started the fight at night, since he should hate to fight at night even more than us."

Blavi and Riska looked at each other and both shook their heads.

Anfey thought for a moment, frowning, but he could not figure out the reasons. He had never lived in the church. He would never understand how Fernando and church people would think. It was nothing different than a blind man trying to feel an elephant: in other words, a person making an overall judgement on the basis of partial understanding. Whoever had possession of the Book of Life would be the legal successor of the pope. Possessing the Book of Life did not guarantee a person would become a pope, but without it, that person would have no chance. To ambitious priests, the Book of Life was as important as the current War against the Dead.

Anfey stopping thinking and slowly looked up. Fernando must have his own reasons to start the battle at this moment. It would not matter anyway, since he would fight his battle as Anfey fought his own battle. Even if Fernando won the battle, they would be long gone from Zagreen City.

Fire balls merged into Anfey's Fire Sword one after another. The temperature around the Fire Sword had gone up a lot. Blavi and Riska had to release a magic dome to fight against the heat, while some mercenaries and mages had retreated back down to the city to give Anfey space on the city wall.

Anfey suddenly paused. His memory was amazing. He remembered he had released over a hundred fire balls up to that point. In order to make the Fire Sword previously, he used about that same amount of fire balls, and it had been very challenging to gather fire elements at the end. This time, he used more fire balls than he had used on his previous Fire Sword, but he did not find it difficult to add more fire balls to the Fire Sword.

"Master, we are ready!" Orsie yelled at the city gate.

All the mercenaries in Zagreen City stood in square formation by units. This time Orsie would start the fight. Ozzic and Thompson stayed in the middle and Shinbella stayed in the rear.

"Warner!" Anfey called out.

"Master, I am here." Warner walked up the stairs. He only walked about a dozen steps before he covered his face and stepped back. He looked at Anfey in surprise. He was still about 30 yards away from Anfey, but already felt the burning on his skin and dared not to walk any further.

"Warner, your show time!" Anfey said.

"Don't worry, master! I got it!" Warner answered immediately.

Anfey heaved a sigh. He continued to warn Warner because he was worried. However, he had no other options. He took a deep breath, as three big fire balls surrounded him. He swirled the Fire Sword. The three big fire balls seemed to be attacked by the Fire Sword and attached themselves to the sword. The battle was about to start. He had not exhausted all his telepathy on the Fire Swords and did not want to deplete it now. The Fire Sword seemed to be able to take more fire elements, but it would work as it was.

"Blavi, Riska, can you protect Warner with your mage group. Please make sure he is well protected. You cannot have anything happen to him." Anfey emphasized the last part and then yelled, "Open the gate!"

The sand bags at the city gate had been removed. A few mercenaries had chopped the twisted chain off and slowly pushed the door open.

"We got it!" Blavi yelled. Riska was ready to turn around to leave but suddenly screamed. "Anfey, look at your sword!"

In fact, Anfey did not need to look. He had already felt the change in the Fire Sword. When the very last fire ball merged into the Fire Sword, the dark red crystal-like blade started to shake and made a rattling sound. Flares and flames were everywhere on the blade, out of control. In the end, the blade turned a bright orange.

"This is…" Anfey stared at the Fire Sword in his hand.

"Guys, are you ready for battle?" Orsie yelled. His mercenary group had not completely passed the gate, but a group of dark death spirits had rushed over under the moon light.

Anfey was shocked and suddenly realized something. He put the Fire Sword back into the sheath and jumped off the city wall.

Orsie, who rushed to the front, had performed combat power, and then he realized it was just a false alarm. A light screen as clear as water spread out quickly, covering a space about a thousand of cubic meters. The countless running death spirits were killed in the blink of an eye.

Warner raised the Book of Life and flew into the sky. People with value would have a future, so Warner had been waiting for this opportunity to show off his skills for a long time. He would wait no longer.

Warner chanted as he peered at his surroundings. He trusted the power of the Book of Life, so he was not worried about the death spirits surrounded him. He had been scared last time when he hurt his own people, which made him worry about it all the time. He knew it would not happen again, but he was still worried mercenaries would hit him.

Blavi and Elizabeth ordered hundreds of mages to fly into the sky with Levitation magic. They flew at different altitudes around Warner and surrounded him with protection. The enemies they faced were not only zombies, but also specters, death knights and necromancers. Necromancers were the most terrifying ones. Warner probably could be killed by one bone spear if he had been alone. Mages dared not get distracted at all. In addition, Anfey asked them to protect Warner at all costs. The mages used to hide behind their peers in battle, but not this time. They had to counter any attacks to protect Warner at their center, at the risk of their lives.

Zombies were low-level death spirits without any intelligence and judgement. As necromancers herded them forward, they rushed ahead group by group. Unfortunately, they immediately turned into ashes once they got under the light screen. The necromancers did not seem to understand the power of the Book of Life. The more death spirits the Book of Life saved, the more power the Book of Life would have. If they wanted to exhaust the power of the Book of Life with zombies, they made an essential mistake.

Mercenaries in Orsie's unit did not receive any resistance. They ran as fast as they could. Those mercenaries quickly covered a few miles. The light screen had created a very wide and pure path among the sea of death spirits. It was hard to estimate the number of zombies that had been killed.

"Suzanna," Anfey called out loudly. He saw a group of about one hundred death knights and specters rushing from the side. Suzanna turned around and rushed towards them, following Anfey. Anfey looked he was struggling a little bit compared with Suzanna. He needed the Fire Sword to make a path through the death spirits, but for Suzanna, who had advanced to a higher level, these death spirits were no different than ants. She could crush the zombies with combat power. Their flesh splattered everywhere.