A miserable shriek echoed through the First Hall!
Even more surprisingly, the poison mist around the Corpse King started gradually disappearing.
Its HP rapidly declined, with a third disappearing in mere seconds.
Its body was close to falling apart, and many holes appeared in the bandages covering it.
'As expected, even if #11 Holy Water isn't the strongest, it has some wonderful effects against the undead.'
'That old fellow Collins sure has a lot of good things in hand! Next time I'll have to find the chance to profit a bit more,' Marvin snickered inwardly.
Other people would put frightening poisons in syringes. But what he poured in his syringe was pure Holy Water.
This Holy Water was also part of a deal between him and Collins. This was a small bottle and was considered an advance payment.
Without the #11 Holy Water, with its extreme efficacy against the undead, how could Marvin dare to attack this freakish Corpse King?
