Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 49 Confrontation
The dense rain of arrows enveloped the army of the People of Dusk like a black cloud, but failed to disrupt their formation.

The brown elves on the backs of the Dusk People recited elven spells one after another, and like an invisible plowshare, the soil on both sides of the army rolled up, closed and formed above the heads of the Dusk People, and then turned into a material as hard as obsidian, forming a corridor to block flying objects. Arrows made of bones pierced the top of the corridor, and the tails trembled in the air, making a dangerous buzzing sound.

With the manipulation of the brown elf, the brown corridor extended forward with the footsteps of the People of Dusk, like a foraging earth dragon, biting the place where a small gap had just been blown open on the edge of darkness.

Subsequently, a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.

The twilight giants in the first row simultaneously thrust their greatswords filled with twilight light into the ground. With a crackling sound, spots of twilight-like light gushed out from the swords, transforming into a hurricane that swept across a fan-shaped area within a radius of fifty meters in front of the battle line.

The movements of the Undead soldiers in that area who had no time to dodge suddenly stopped. The moment the darkness on which they depended for survival was dispelled, the infiltrating dusk light deprived them of their lives for the second time.

They were frozen in place, wielding their bone weapons, until a line of Dusk Giants rushed through and crushed them to pieces.

At this moment, a faint fragrance suddenly came from the depths of darkness, like the smell of ointment used by the uncivilized natives of the southern continent when making mummies. This smell immediately overwhelmed the fishy smell of crushed bones on the battlefield and entered the noses of the giant warriors and brown elves in the front row.

The eyes of the brown elves and giant warriors who smelled this scent suddenly became confused. They couldn't help but stop their hand movements, and stopped in their tracks with dull eyes. Then they were knocked to the ground by the Dusk People behind them.

Although they were wearing dusk armor so they wouldn't be trampled to death by the people behind them, the brown elves on them were often not so lucky.

The ears of Altaïr and Venata were suddenly filled with the dull sound of the brown elf's body breaking. The brown elf's last scream before death seemed to be stretched out particularly long, and Altaïr and Venata's hearts trembled slightly when they heard it.

Seeing this, the brown elves in the back row once again sang an ancient ballad in the Elvish language. Their voices were mournful, as if a cuckoo was crying blood.

As the song sounded, the depths of the endless darkness suddenly became restless. Countless moon flowers and night-blooming herbs broke through the shroud of darkness and suddenly grew larger and larger. They soon became equivalent to the trees that had survived for thousands of years in the primeval forest, densely packed and blocking out the sun.

These flowers moved without wind, sending another invigorating fragrance to the Dusk People in the front row, clearing their eyes and causing the white fluff growing on their bodies to fall off.

At the same time, those giant plants also stretched out their well-developed aerial roots, tightly entangled the bodies of the monsters hiding in the darkness, and then grew tubes as hard as steel drill bits from the aerial roots, which penetrated deeply into the bones of those skeletons. With a teeth-grinding sucking sound, the bone marrow of the entangled skeleton soldiers was sucked out alive, and turned into a pool of bone powder that scattered on the ground.

Altaïr kept moving among the crowd with his Assassin's skills, gradually approaching Venata. Although his strength after blessing was not weaker than that of the Dusk People, facing this scene of two armies fighting, the "Assassin" once again felt at a loss.

At this moment, he felt so insignificant, and the deep feeling of powerlessness during the battle of faith once again filled his heart, making him want to escape and leave this terrible battlefield.

However, at this moment, the holy symbol on his chest emitted a warm light, dispelling the fear in his heart. Only then did he realize that he was next to Venata.

Even though it was just a projection of the family, with only a glimpse of the goddess' power of misfortune and fear, it was still enough to frighten people to the point of almost stopping their hearts...Altaïr could not help but quietly tap his chest four times. Then, he swung the Blood-Tearer and cut off the head of a zombie that rushed over.

Venata was charging at the front of the battle line, continuously creating pure fireballs in the color of dawn. With the blessing of the holy emblem, the fireballs with increased "blasting range" had a terrifying killing effect, and undead creatures were blown away one after another, and the yellow oil stains on their bodies were ignited by the flames, covering a large area.

Altaïr came to Venata's side, slowed down his pace to protect the opponent's flank, and whispered to Venata what had happened in the Loenese language that no one here could understand.

"...Anyway, I've told you the situation now, and I've also gotten the information about the God of War that Sister Vespe needed. This should be what the divination said about 'not obeying Badhair, but intervening in this matter' means?"

Altaïr spoke rapidly as he swung his sword repeatedly, forcing back the skeletal soldiers who were trying to attack Venata from the side.

"So what do we do now?"

Vinata quickly glanced around the surrounding environment. At this time, the battle had become intense. The shallow gray-white river water had covered the ground of the battlefield. However, due to the extremely strong dusk light here, its killing effect was not very good.

However, new undead creatures strangely emerged from less than two centimeters of water. They greedily lay on the bodies of the dead brown elves, devouring their still warm flesh and blood. Then they themselves were pulled back into the river by an unknown force from the depths of the river, and together with the brown elves whose flesh and blood were gnawed, they turned into vengeful spirits wandering in the river.

"It would be a waste of spiritual energy to continue staying here... Prepare for the next Fire Run. When Badhair and his men begin to besiege the goddess, we will jump to their side of the battlefield to contain them and reduce consumption."

Altaïr's eyes flickered slightly, and he had made a decision.

In this twilight world, the spirituality of the two people can be replenished, but what is replenished is the false spirituality in this twilight country. To put it simply, the original spirituality of the two people is like a cup of milk, and the spirituality in the twilight country is like coffee. The holy emblem absorbs the spirituality of the twilight country and passes it to the two people, and merges with their original spirituality.

In this way, the two of them actually cannot judge how much spirituality they have left. As the spirituality they use increases, the holy emblem will continue to pour "coffee" into their spiritual containers. In this way, when the two of them return to the Harvest Church, they will face the danger of losing control due to a large spiritual deficit.

(End of this chapter)