Netheril’s Glory

The "breath disguise" spell was very convenient as an apprentice-level spell. Its camouflaging effect can even deceive some trainee-level investigative methods, but its drawbacks were also undeniable; it only disguises the aura. In a battle, If an enemy is a little experienced and knowledgeable, he or she will very quickly figure out the spell's effect.

Especially if someone sees their enemy's aura suddenly changed, any creature with an IQ of over 50 would feel suspicious. After that, they would likely kill the suspicious person first then check the reason for the sudden change later. So it is basically impossible to escape mid-battle, let alone "turn the enemy into a friend."

But there are some exceptions where this spell is very effective, like the situation Punk was in right now, He was standing in front of hundreds of undeads without any worry.

Because the undead's ability to perceive and discern enemy or allies was by their aura, more specifically, the breath of life.

And they were not even intelligent enough to try to see through Punk's disguise; in the eyes of this group of undead, the enemy suddenly disappeared; they didn't think about why or how this happened. Or how unreasonable this situation was; now they just wanted the other enemy to also disappear.

The female priest, surrounded by the group of undead, was now completely trapped. It took only a few seconds for the two apprentice-level skeleton warriors to make the solid and bright armor, created with the holy light on the female priest's robe, to become illusory and dim.

Several inscriptions began to flash and darken under the death energy's erosion, which was coming from the skeleton warrior's weapons, indicating that it could not be maintained for much longer.

The priest lady had to make another new armor with the Holy Light again, but this would not have any other effect except for delaying the time of her death.

The tireless undeads who hated the Holy Light and all living things were completely ruthless; Some of them were stabbing with weapons, some scratched with their claws, and some even opened their mouths to bite with their teeth.

After only 5 seconds, the new defensive spell from the enchanted robe was about to collapse again.

The female priest also can't cast any new spell because of the intense siege of the undeads. That's why as a spellcaster, she should have never let a group of melee combatants approach near her. The reason why she was still alive; was her enchanted magic robe.

However, all enchanted items have one big weakness that was recharge time; now, it seems that her defensive spell can only be activated twice in a short period of time. The skeleton warriors attacked the holy light armor like they had chicken blood(Tl Note: Idiom- chicken blood therapy). The waving blades almost turn into a pale black propeller in mid-air.

There was a continuous …dang… dang… dull sound, black smokes, and golden sparks were flying in different directions, which created a strange dance of brilliant lights and dark shadows in the gloomy sky.

The surrounding area was crisscrossed with knife awnings and the flying fragments of the Holy Light shield. Several skeleton soldiers who accidentally entered the attack range were also mercilessly hit by the other skeleton soldiers!

Looking at the holy light armor that could no longer protect herself and was about to shatter due to the skeleton warriors' repeated attacks, she could only use other insignia, which was non-lethal purification spells. She also started to loudly accuse Punk of being insidious, cunning, and shameless.

This also allowed Punk to marvel at the far more powerful effects of trainee-level spells than the apprentice-level spell "Aura disguise" while sighing with emotion:

"As expected of a refined lady, she is artistic even when scolding people!"

But soon, the lady priest's swearing art was about to end because even the trainee-level spells cannot withstand dozens of continuous slashes from the skeleton warriors. Finally, Under the desperate gaze of the lady priest, the defensive spell shattered into countless golden fragments in the air and slowly turned into golden dots of light before completely dissipating.

Then, after a flash of black light, she felt very dizzy, and everything became dark.

In Punk's view, the female priest's spell was shattered and disappeared. Shortly after, she was beheaded by the skeleton warrior.

It was neat and clean; the lady priest's consciousness was wiped out by the will of heaven. And her soul was taken away by the god of light.

The skeletons who hated the light very much vented their hatred and anger on the female priest's body by hacking it into countless pieces.

Punk didn't see the expression on the female priest's face before her death, because the instant her head was cut off, she was hacked into countless pieces by the skeleton warrior's rapid knife.

Whether it is peaceful and elegant, or hideous and resentful! of course, the former is very unlikely, "whatever I don't care, anyway," Punk shrugged indifferently.

Punk couldn't tolerate how she destroyed his prized trophies into scrap metal,

which he desperately needed if he wanted to solve his current financial crisis.

Punk knew that even if he told her to stop, she would have never given up her mission and still continued in the name of "purifying evil."

And when there is such conflict of interest that cannot be compromised, Punk can only use extreme methods. In this world, the death of people with insufficient strength is amongst the painless outcomes!

Moreover, no matter how many types of prophecy spell the church uses to find the murderer of the female priest, the result will only be directed at the group of skeleton warriors. When there was such a secure method to get rid of the trouble, Punk, of course, had no scruples.

"On my way to glory, no one will be allowed to hinder my steps"!

The blue brilliance in Punk's pupils has almost turned into substance, two bright blue points of light showed no dimness at all in the shadow of the hood, but they looked even more breathtaking!

"Now, it's time to wipe this group of elite undead."

Punk looked at the elite undeads, who were still slashing at bloody mud, especially at the level four skeleton, which was still a threat to Punk.

It now seems to have become the leader of these undeads. At first, these skeletons were just aimlessly wandering around, but now they were extremely united.

Although now they were treating Punk as their kind, But Punk knew as soon as he starts any hostile action against them, they will turn on him even if he was their father.

Punk didn't want to face such a large group of undead who were not afraid of death.

After thinking about it a little, Punk decided to use the trainee-level "Fire ball" spell from his Staff to clean up this group of undeads.

Punk was a little hesitant to use this spell because, although this trainee-level elemental spell will take these skeletons down but it will also destroy most of the half-broken armor. But In the end, Punk decided to put safety above all else, and there was some other scattered undead in this area, especially those undead mages.

After solving the biggest threat, collecting the equipment on those mage skeletons was also a significant gain.

Punk ordered the big brown bear that hadn't disappeared to deal with the few swaying skeleton soldiers who were approaching, and he aimed the ruby on the head of the Staff at the skeletons who were still unaware of the imminent disaster. Violent elemental fluctuations were brewing around the rubies that were inlaid in the Staff, and some of the bigger rubies exuded a terrible pressure that even made Punk nervous.

"Poor things, be on your way!"

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