" Six survivors! "
" So six people had survived that curse and managed to fense their mansion against the undead! "
Mark was surprised, looking at the strategy of the six, through which they managed to stop the infiltration of undead into their mansion.
To be frank, the undead did not have a thing called pain, and with the immortal like body that repairs itself, they were not easy to dealt with.
Unless the center core of their body gets destroyed or the commanding portion of their body (head) gets separated, they wouldn't die for real.
The berserk trait of undead, though was a strong card to boosts their physical traits, it was left helpless before the strategy employed by the survivors.
The survivors manged to cut this power of undead through healing magic, which opposes their dead aura, and started a killing spree when the undead were present at a tough spot being weakened.
" Healing magic to weaken the undead and long range offensive spells to kill in them groups.
A good strategy indeed, but looking at their poor rate of killing, it's not enough to challenge the undead as a whole!
No wonder system mentioned a dead line to rescue them.
They might struggle at best for five minutes, before the undead overpowers their strategy and barges in through their front gates! "
Muttering these few lines out his mouth, mark dashed straight towards the mansion, revealing his twin blades which were ready to cut the flesh of their targets in a clean strike.
Whoosh!
Seconds away from intercepting the undead.
" Wait, that attire... Isn't she that bandage faced divine maiden?
I mean the one who saved the life of this mark! "
" Ding! Responding to host she seems to be the one, which host interpreted her to be! "
Earlier, the word of survivors had excited him enough to go for a rescue thing.
But right now, the sight of his savior had given him an another possible reason to fight, so as to repay the debt he bore to her to begin with.
Boom!
The first impact of him was eye catching, which almost killed dozens, tossing away few unfortunate ones, who were reduced to pieces by the wide swings of his blade.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Within a snap mark barged his way through them, and made his way to the front gates of the mansion, killing a bunch of them while being at it.
Standing straight before the mansions gate, mark used his classic skill fire blade and started killing the ones that came for his life.
Starting with a bunch of hundred, the undead rushed towards him, wanting at nothing but to kill the living, who had killed dozens of their type earlier.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
A couple minutes later.
" Too weak! "
One after the other, mark killed the undead that came finding their death.
The battle was more of a meaning less one, as it seemed extremely one sided with mark being at advantage in terms of strength.
These group of thousands were formally the bottom feeders of western warlords palace with a weaker cultivation, that was not worth mentioning about.
With each of his wide swings, Mark had easily decapitate tens of them, much less reducing the whole of their group to pieces in minutes.
In the terrace, Cela's mansion.
" So he really is a frightening character that Aaron mentioned before.
No wonder he was able to fight as equals and eventually kill the abyss lord's envoy all by himself! " Cela exclaimed internally.
Whoosh!
" Divine maiden! Do you have any idea, what's happening to this palace? "
Traversing right before them, the first thing that mark did was to put a question.
" Ah! You scared me there for a second! " Cela sighed out with a relief.
" Well I really not sure about it but the case seems to be a curse, a forbidden one at the least and it seems to corrode a person... "
" From within! " Mark finished her sentence before continuing. " I know that, but do you have any idea about the source, I mean the caster behind this forbidden curse? "
Right when the word "Caster" slipped out his mouth, Cela could see a burning sense of anger growing within mark.
As if the one before her had extreme hatred toward that specific person.
" He... be humble cela, he's the connecting bridge to merclaive! " She exclaimed her words internally, before replying in a humbler tone stating
" I am ignorant of it as well, but it would be a thing which this cela wants to know currently! "
Looking at the palms over which her childhood mate dissipated into air, she continued stating " Today I have lost a precious sister which I cherished.
Who ever might be the caster, I cela promise to heavens that I wouldn't let him have a simple death! " She spelled her words angrily in deep hatred.
" Follow me! "
" I'll safely escort you people to the outside! "
After hearing his words, the four disciples besides cela, showed a sense of relief which got revealed in their face.
Thousands of undead were trashed easily by mark, if such a person was escorting them, would they even have a reason to worry for life.
" No! "
Out of no where, Cela bluntly rejected his proposal.
" If you are in a hurry, escort my group of disciples to outside.
Right now this cela has a important thing to do which she promised him earlier, I can't leave that old man behind and escape for my life! "
Earlier she had thought of accepting his request and leave this damn place for good, but suddenly the cunning picture of Rule popped to her brains, which made her take this tough decision.
Though she was in odds with him, and always hated him in general for the weird decisions he took.
Still she cherishes him as her caretaker that's been protecting her from shadows since the time she took up the role of a divine maiden.
If she were to abandon Rule and leave this place with mark, wouldn't she put him at the greater risk of undead.
I.e, death either by undead or death through backslash might be possible outcome, if she'd be leaving him all by himself, defenseless, at that time.
" Who's that freak? Still cultivating in this messed up situation! "
Being startled, mark exclaimed out lightly, when a strong aura of a cultivating cultivator was senses by him from below.
" Oh! You might have sensed cardinal rule cultivating below! " Cela answering him straight forwardly.
" I mean how could he still have a mood to cultivate, when the world around him is present in a messed up condition? "
Listening to marks questions, she chuckled a bit before exclaiming " He's trying to break through the seventh stage in saint realm! "
" Saint realm? "
Mark was startled. The words "saint" had a huge significance on his past.
The saints were once the overlords of the continent in his first life, the realm he strived to reach for, but unfortunately he got himself killed by unexpected betrayals.
Now that a person before him claims that a saint was present below him, cultivating inside the mansion, how could he manage to keep himself calm after hearing this.
Taking a deeper examination he discovered a thing which made him confused a little.
" He has a different type of cultivation, and is present in saint realm as exclaimed by her.
It's all fine, but why are the power leves of a mighty saint fainter than that of an aura emperor himself?
I am confused! "
Author notes.
The power levels of this mission world would be discussed in the next division
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