Southern Continent, Port Adya Daddley, "Riverwood Rooster" Inn

"So, let's go over the intelligence regarding this mission one last time."

Dressed in a black flowing trench coat with a black hooded robe draped over him, Keuen Free, carrying a long white cloth-wrapped pole about the height of a person, spoke unusually seriously to Father Utralovski.

"Chun Jankitzd, Rank 5 'Specter of Resentment,' can transform his own state into a true shadow, possesses extremely strong physical qualities, high recovery abilities, and abilities such as 'Resentful Possession,' 'Resentful Screech,' 'Mirror Flash,' 'Control of Frost,' etc. He also holds unknown non-combat magical items, posing the greatest threat to our operation. It requires our cooperation to deal with him at the beginning or end of the operation."

"Fran Ruivio," Rank 7 'Werewolf,' has superhuman healing abilities, terrifying strength, agility, and speed, poisonous claws and teeth, and mastery of dark spells. Ah, this one, Father Utralovski, you'll handle alone."

"All the ordinary people and low-rank extraordinaries inside the 'Rose School' stronghold will be handled by me. Father, conserve your strength to deal with Chun Jankitzd."

"If this operation succeeds, Father, you will receive all extraordinary items except for Chun Jankitzd's extraordinary attributes and magical items, including gold pounds. If there are items or materials of Rank 5 or higher, they will belong to me."

"Understood?"

"I understand."

Bishop Utralovski nodded solemnly. Keuen, as the main force of this extermination, undertakes various duties such as infiltration, information gathering, assassination, ambushes, and attacks, while the priest can only be effective in two battles. Such allocation seemed fair to him.

He also changed out of his always tightly stretched white bishop robe. Now he wore a set of solemn and cold full-body armor, carrying a heavy sword like a door plank even taller than Keuen. Paired with his over two-meter height, he looked like a giant from mythology here.

"Well then, let the operation begin."

The Rose School stronghold was not far from the town, making it more convenient for members to capture humans for their sacrificial rituals, part of their ancient and bloody primitive worship tradition. Keuen and Father Utralovski walked for hours along the main road from the town to the foot of the Frostfall Mountain.

Here, despite being in the Southern Continent, the terrain was steep and snow-covered all year round. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, the snowy peaks pierced straight into the clouds. Among the rugged peaks, there were only scattered boulders and sharp rocks. It was hard to imagine any human activity here, unless they were no longer human...

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"...This is it, Father. Let me take you up."

With a stomp of his foot, the ground surged like a tumultuous sea, swallowing the two, heading towards the mountaintop.

Bishop Utralovski felt peculiar at this moment. The endlessly thick soil around him seemed capable of squashing him into a pulp at any moment, yet he could swiftly move through it, feeling only the warmth, moisture, and comforting sensation brought by the soil that had existed for millions of years, as if he were in a mother's cradle. He was certain that ordinary "druids" wouldn't have such power to subdue the land.

"So this is the Guardian of the Land..." The priest suddenly felt that the person beside him possessed a motherly comforting power.

They stopped halfway up the mountain. Keuen stuck his head out from the ground, quietly observing:

In front of them, aside from scattered rubble, there stood a dismal white fortress made of bricks. Along the walls of the fortress, there hung various unknown objects on hemp ropes. On closer inspection, those were human corpses with no features or limbs, leaving behind dark red cavities!

"Damn, this is truly terrifying." Keuen, who had dissected over a hundred human corpses in his role as a "biologist," felt a bit horrified.

He cautiously led the priest forward, wriggling ahead without alerting the patrolling guards. Only ordinary people patrolled the walls of the fortress, completely unaware of their presence.

Inside the walls, a gruesome scene unfolded before Keuen's eyes: in a square enclosure surrounded by iron chains, a large group of figures danced wildly. Among them were humans and non-humans, tearing at each other madly, corpses, living beings, and undead tearing at each other as if deriving supreme pleasure from this primitive carnage.

Outside the enclosure, wearing leather armor from head to toe, "werewolf" Fran Ruivio sat in the best seat to observe the whole spectacle, watching the madness and indulgence within.

Suddenly, her gaze shifted towards Keuen Free's direction, casting a playful glance at the empty land, at Keuen!

"I'll tear you apart," she suddenly smiled.

Oh no, they've been spotted! Keuen's thoughts flashed.

Boom! The ground shook violently as if it had been gnawed by a beast, and a phantom figure appeared above Keuen's head, lifting his left hand high, preparing to strike again.

"Specter of Resentment" Chun Jankitzd!

All hell broke loose... Keuen believed his plan hadn't changed too slowly, but he felt the timing was even better now!

"Father, let's go!" Two figures, one large and one small, emerged from the earth. Chun Jankitzd's indifferent gaze fell upon them, as if observing two lifeless objects. He remained silent, but his left hand swiftly prepared to attack!

Clang! The sharp claws clashed with the sharp sword, stirring distant echoes. "Dawn!" Utralovski intercepted the Specter's claw strike in mid-air, then uttered a low shout, and the surrounding fifty meters were filled with dawn! Here, illusions and specters would be weakened.

"Hold him off, Father!" Keuen quickly urged. The Rank 6 "Dawn Knight" had terrifying frontal combat capabilities and could temporarily resist the Specter, while Keuen planned to deal with the "werewolf" and her frenzied followers!

However, Chun Jankitzd had no intention of tangling with Father Utralovski. In an instant, he turned into an unobservable shadow and disappeared from his original position. Keuen knew his target was himself! However, he wasn't panicked at this moment.

"Attack!" Instead of seeking out the Specter's whereabouts, the priest plunged his giant sword into the ground! A storm of light erupted from the ground! This storm continuously tore at the intangible Specter, forcing him to let out a scream and halting his attack on Keuen.

Keuen had anticipated this and leaped backward, then swiftly sank into the earth again.

"Werewolf" Fran Ruivio stormed in like a hurricane, accompanied by the undead from the arena under Chun Jankitzd's command.

"Chun! The mud man disappeared!" she roared.

And in the next moment, amidst the melee of "werewolves" and undead, the earth trembled!