Chapter 225

Two Hundred Eighteen Light Spear

On the northern outskirts of Tivyán, outside the King Campus of the Royal Sacred Crown University.

During the night, at the entrance of the River Ditch Bridge, three members of the Eight Pinnacle Nest were watching the intense battle in the distance, hesitantly discussing among themselves.

“What should we do? Should we immediately go help Mr. Thistle?”

“No, look at how they’re fighting. Can we really interfere? That’s a battle between Extraordinary Beings!”

“From where Mr. Thistle stands, he has the upper hand. The opponent seems to be on the verge of collapse.”

…

The three members were talking and commenting on the nearby battle scene. However, they didn’t notice two figures slowly rising behind them.

In Nephnis’ shocked expression from afar, two corpses that had initially been killed by Vania slowly stood up again. One was Eli, and the other was another member of the school. They stared indifferently at the three people in front of them who were still talking. Their words were transmitted through the ears of the zombies to Dorothy far below, causing her to smile slightly as she muttered:

“Still hesitating? Since that’s the case, then let me make the decision for you.”

With that, Dorothy controlled the two zombies to draw the small knives they were wearing and sneak up on their targets. They covered the mouths and noses of the people in front of them and then slit their throats.

“Mmm!!”

“Ugh… What… Ah!”

One of the people below turned slowly due to the disturbance beside him and was immediately clamped down and silenced by the zombies, stabbed with a kn*fe.

In an instant, all five of Mr. Thistle’s subordinates were eliminated, leaving Nephnis, who was watching from nearby, gaping in shock.

‘The corpses… the corpses actually stood up? And they killed people? Is this Miss Dorothy’s Extraordinary Ability? Where is she now? Could she be nearby?’

As Nephnis was surprised, Dorothy quickly expanded her control over the zombies to five, directly turning the three newly dead corpses into zombies and pulling them up. Then, Dorothy controlled the five zombies to run towards the other side of the bridge.

Switching the view back to the battlefield across the river, due to the disparity in attributes, Vania was being comprehensively suppressed in the fight against Mr. Thistle. Even though Vania had long since switched to a defensive stance, she found herself increasingly struggling under Mr. Thistle’s continuous attacks.

No matter how rich her experience or how skilled she was, it couldn’t compensate for the huge gap in attributes. It was clear that Vania’s defense would soon completely collapse if things continued like this, which made her deeply worried.

However, the reality was that her weapon broke down even more urgently than her defense did. During the constant clashes with Mr. Thistle, Vania’s long sword was full of nicks. After each clash with Mr. Thistle’s short kn*fe, pieces of Vania’s blade were chipped off.

With frequent parries, almost every part of Vania’s blade was nearly broken, transforming her sword into an iron rod riddled with fine cracks. Meanwhile, Mr. Thistle’s short kn*fe remained undamaged, gleaming lethally under the moonlight.

Mr. Thistle was an Extraordinary Being on the “Shadow” path, and one characteristic of the “Shadow” spirit was its ability to easily attach to weapons, enhancing them.

Other types of spirits needed specific ranks or items to enchant weapons, but the “Shadow” could enchant weapons at any rank. An Apprentice-level “Shadow” could attach their spirit to a blade, increasing its sharpness and making it easy to cut unarmored flesh.

At the Black Tier, the “Shadow” enchantment further increased the weapon’s piercing capability, although Vania wasn’t armored, this piercing capability still showed in the sword-to-sword clashes.

Mr. Thistle’s short kn*fe continuously collided with Vania’s sword, breaking the blade and creating cracks. The already broken blade became even more battered within these few minutes of combat.

Finally, after a powerful slash, Vania’s sword, already riddled with cracks from the “Shadow” corruption, shattered, scattering fragments everywhere. Vania, holding the broken hilt, widened her eyes.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Thistle sneered and prepared to stab the defenseless Vania with his short kn*fe. At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out:

“Mr. Thistle! We’re here to help you!”

The zombies that had run to the other side of the bridge shouted loudly, then each picked up their small knives and attacked Mr. Thistle. Mr. Thistle was momentarily caught off guard by his subordinate’s voices until a kn*fe struck him.

Narrowly dodging two kn*fe strikes and paying the price of a torn sleeve, he counterattacked with a single slash, cutting the nearest subordinate in half, spraying bl**d.

Mr. Thistle didn’t immediately deal with the other zombies but focused on the weaponless Vania. He gripped his short kn*fe and lunged at Vania, knowing that the key wasn’t dealing with these suddenly rebellious but weak subordinates, but taking advantage of Vania’s loss of weapon to finish her off.

“d*e!”

Mr. Thistle’s short kn*fe stabbed swiftly at the weaponless Vania. Just as Vania was about to panic and dodge, a figure flashed between them, taking the blow meant for Vania. The sharp blade pierced through this figure’s chest, which was Eli, now controlled by Dorothy as a zombie.

“What! A Flesh Puppet…”

Seeing this, Mr. Thistle’s eyes widened. He tried to pull his kn*fe out, but found that his arm was tightly held by Eli.

Meanwhile, behind Mr. Thistle, the remaining zombies also stabbed with their knives. Held by Eli, Mr. Thistle evaded urgently but was stabbed twice in the back.

Although such minor injuries meant little to an Extraordinary Being like Cup, these zombies grabbed onto him tightly after stabbing him, including Eli, with four zombies restraining Mr. Thistle.

For a moment, a desperate struggle ensued, but Mr. Thistle, as an Extraordinary Being with the power of Cup, was far stronger than ordinary zombies. Due to the strength difference, the zombies couldn’t suffocate him like they did to Kim. Mr. Thistle would eventually break free, but it would take some time.

“Hurry! Now!”

bl**d trickling from his mouth and with his abdomen pierced, Eli turned to Vania, who was still somewhat bewildered behind him. Vania reacted immediately upon hearing this.

“These are… Miss Dorothy’s puppets! I understand!”

Vania discarded her useless sword hilt. Her focus intensified, her eyes closed, and a sacred aura emanated from her. In that moment, Vania felt as if she had returned to the St. Hymn Cathedral, where a holy and majestic figure emerged in her mind. Years of nun training brought forth a devout heart.

Vania stretched out her hand, her devotion reaching its peak. As she opened her eyes, she murmured:

“Lord… grant me light…”

Murmuring, the “Lamp” spirit inside Vania was rapidly consumed. As the “Lamp” energy drained away, a dazzling golden glow gathered in Vania’s outstretched hand, extending into a long beam of light, brighter than streetlights, dispelling the surrounding darkness. This beam of light twisted and spread, resembling lightning.

“What? What is this…”

Blinded by the bright light, Mr. Thistle’s expression was filled with surprise and confusion. At this moment, Vania, holding the beam of light, assumed a javelin-throwing posture.

“Sunlight Spear!”

Stepping forward, Vania threw the beam of light, which transformed into a spear of light piercing through the night sky, illuminating everything ahead, including the riverbank.