"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr~"
A flash of firelight brightened in the shadowy mountain forest, the fireplace burned violently, and the alchemy potion boiled rapidly.
The moment he watched the potion turn purple, Eleazar went straight for the crucible.
Enduring the pain of being scorched by the transcendent flames, he quickly bottled the refined high-grade antidote potion.
"There!"
Standing up, he turned his head to look at the two men who hadn't had a sound coming from them for a long time.
The warlock and the witch fell to the side of the road, no longer breathing.
The two without resistance have been corrupted to death by the plague ...
The body of the witch dissipated into bits of starlight.
A purple soul crystal slowly floated up from another corpse.
"Crack!"
The crystal shattered and violet light erupted, and in the midst of a fading field around them, the warlock, clutching his knees, slowly rose to his feet and opened his cyan pupils.
Eleazar silently distributes the four potions to the two men who have returned from the resurrection.
"It will only work for an hour, make it quick."
The two women tilted their heads back and poured the potion down, then gripped their violently convulsing chests, and when the spreading toxicity subsided, they gasped for air and said, "Alright, let's get out of here!"
Having determined the cause of the events here, they stopped exploring the road and headed straight for the manor at the end.
It was a horrific scene, with a large number of swollen or mutilated corpses ambling around the gardens, uncountable sources of plague superimposed on each other, and a poisonous mist of a ghastly green color permeating the entire manor.
This is the plague natural disaster that ravaged the Dark Ages, and if no one stops it, this horrible source of poison will quickly spread and spread in all directions, exterminating villages and towns until it makes the entire continent fall.
The witch stood on the periphery with fear in her heart, "Will the antidote work for this?"
Eleazar mused silently, "You guys just don't go in there, if it's potion time, you can just go wait for me outside."
"Go ahead, we can last a little longer with the fire."
Fina summons a wall of fire around her to surround herself and the witch.
Shielding the virus infestation with heat.Eleazar puts on his silver ring and walks into the poisonous manor, taking a deep breath.
The poisonous system that invaded him from all parts of his body instantly made him feel like he was home.
Then the garden ground trembled, dense earth packs rumbled up, and pairs of arms broke through the ground.
"There are living people here!!!"
The ghoul, so rotted as to be barely human, hissed and stumbled toward him with arms outstretched.
"Fire..."
With a silent whisper in his heart, Eleazar drew his fire blade in the air with his palm, then with a flash of his figure, he appeared behind the group of monsters in an instant, slowly retracting his blade.
Behind them, waves of fire came chasing heavily, drowning the group of running bodies...
[Residue of magic potion: 608→588]
The high temperatures seemed to awaken the silent estate, and at once there was great commotion all around.
"Wow..."
The sound of chains dragging rang out, and in the next second, a bloodstained metal barb broke through the air and flew like a dark shadow past his deflected head, sinking heavily into the dirt behind him.
"Stitching beasts..."
Eleazar grasped the taut chain at his side with a cold hand, and in the next instant a great force came from his hand and his body soared up.
Inside the mansion's crumbling walls, a bloated 3-meter-tall body slowly emerges from the kitchen, stepping over a floor full of ingredients.
Ghoul's advanced form - Sewing Beast: able to sew all the corpses around him onto himself without any teacher, insanely boosting his strength and physique, possessing terrifyingly huge strength, and proficient in throwing.
Arms that seemed to be half a cow's worth of stitched beasts were wrapped in thick chains, and with a huge pull, the metal hooks that could have lifted a half-ton of fat pigs were heaved and dragged back, and though there was no fresh flesh or blood on the hooks, the effect was the same, the chains brought back the living!
The iron hook yanked back and the half-meter long bone chopper slashed heavily!
The seven or eight human faces on the Suture Beast all let out an impatient hiss.
Eleazar let go of his hand and, like an acrobat, stepped lightly on the back of the swinging blade and leapt.
The body flipped over in the air, and the revolver, which he had pulled out at some point in his hand, emanated silver light.
"BANG!!!"
The silver light instantly disappeared from the Suture Beast's canopy, rushing all the way into the midsection of that bloated body before disappearing into thin air.
"ROAR!!!"
The stitching beasts went mad on the spot, swinging their chains wildly in the excruciating pain of the body parts that kept falling off their bodies.
The stables, the fountains, the statues, everything the iron hook touched was smashed to pieces by the huge force, like a horrible metal storm, the horrifying momentum made Eleazar had to avoid it, standing outside the field and aiming silently.
As more and more pieces of corpses fell from its body, the Stitching Beast gradually exhausted itself and soon couldn't dance the chain anymore, it suddenly crouched down and cupped the rotting flesh on the ground and swallowed it in a big gulp.
Eleazar quietly pulls the trigger.
"Bang!" One shot.
"Bang!" Two shots.
"Bang!" Three shots.
"Click!" The fourth shot was a dud, and the firing pin was pressed against the primer of the silver bullet without any reaction.
"Fuck!" Almost too stunned to even maintain his transcendent state, the vanished emotions all came flooding back in an instant, and Eleazar cursed, quickly stepping back and retracting his gun and unloading it.
It was a good thing that the Suture Beast could no longer hold out either, and after being hit by all three silver bullets, its body began to wriggle violently, and before long, the roiling body parts exploded and splattered.
[Residual magic potion: 588→488]
Digesting the magic potion while his arm trembles a bit Witcher quickly retires the shells and duds.
Putting the silver bullet that had gone wrong somewhere in his other pocket, he planned to wait until he got back to take his time checking it out before pulling out a new one and getting ready to load it.
"Rumble..."
The dirt beneath his feet suddenly sank in.
Eleazar's figure stumbles for a moment, but barely manages to catch a crooked backward jump before falling.
Several crimson sharp claws swung past the soles of his feet.
After jumping back to stand a few meters away, in the middle of slowly loading his ammo, he saw three skinless monsters crawling out of the sunken wine cellar.
Ghoul's advanced form - Ghoul: humanoid monster on all fours, skin all corroded by plague, no vision but very keen sense of hearing and smell, tongue and palms mutated and turned into very threatening weapons.
Eleazar, who had just loaded his ammunition, quickly lowered his head, and in the next second, a several-meter-long tongue instantly swept over his head, and the terrifying force of the ejection made him incredibly sure that if he hadn't dodged it, his skull would have been absolutely pierced.
Another few quick backward rolls away from the range of the other two ghouls.
It was Eleazar's turn to attack, but no sooner had he raised his revolver than the monsters, which still retained their pre-life intelligence, dispersed in a flurry of activity, weaving quickly through the garden's various obstacles without giving him a chance to take aim.
Eleazar coldly puts away his long range weapon, twirls the silver ring on his finger, and suddenly reaches out, grabbing a shot-air tongue at his side and quickly wrapping it around his wrist a few times before dragging an off-guard ghoul heavily over in a single slice!
The two remaining ghouls raised their heads and sniffed, suddenly scattering in all directions.