Mercenary Wars

Chapter 215 All eyes are on me
Rodden: "Yes, Your Excellency, he's a living, breathing man, and quite capable at that. What would you like to do with him?"

The Desert Bishop looked Gaogano up and down, and it was clear from his reaction that very few living people were in this place.

Gaucano was also observing him and everything else in the room.

Without a doubt, the most noteworthy thing here is the desert bishop's attire.

Especially the glowing blue mage robe and staff, which were clearly high-level magical items, and seemingly not just ordinary high-level ones.

So much so that when Gaucano first saw it, he was quite startled.

After all, he originally thought that resources were scarce here, and the undead's equipment was mainly made of scrap metal, so their combat strength would not be very strong. Who knew that the Desert Bishop's equipment was so excellent, even better than that of the level eight mages outside.

Fortunately, he quickly realized that this equipment probably did not belong to the Desert Bishop.

After all, it would be unreasonable for a Seth follower who calls himself the "Desert Bishop" to wear equipment that is clearly water-based.

This outfit might have been obtained from scavenging ancient remains, or it might have been acquired by defeating adventurers.

However, most of the water-based equipment was not up to his ability, and he was far from being able to unleash its full power.

With this thought in mind, Gao Jiano felt a little calmer.

At the same time, the Desert Bishop spoke again, stating bluntly, "In principle, living people are not welcome here, but I can give you a chance. Tell me, what value can your life offer me?"

Gaucano said expressionlessly, "How about that reason: I can make a potion?"

The Desert Bishop's eyes lit up: "What kind of potions can you make?"

Gao Jiano rattled off a list of potions: "Stabilizing Elixir, Enlightening Elixir, Titan Elixir, Elder Elixir, Refined Wisdom Elixir, Transformation Elixir... I can make almost all the minor elixirs, and I'm very skilled at it. I can even make the standard level Transformation Elixir."

He was obviously bragging. Very few alchemists are proficient in making all types of potions. After all, a person's energy is limited. Being proficient in making one or two potions is enough to guarantee income; other potions can be bought or traded.

The Desert Bishop naturally suspected he was exaggerating: "If you can make me a bottle of Lesser Refined Wisdom Elixir right now, I'll let you live."

Gaucano: "I need an alchemy table."

The undead servant asked, "As an alchemist, don't you have an alchemy table in your storage ring?"

“No, I used a large alchemy table. My storage ring only contained some medicinal herbs and a bottle of Disguise Potion.” Gao Jiano sighed. “And the storage ring is still in this guy’s hands.”

As he spoke, he pointed at Rodden.

The Desert Bishop turned to look at Roden.

Rodden immediately adopted a fawning attitude, hurriedly taking out a storage ring and pulling out a bottle of potion from it: "Your Excellency, I have checked, and there is indeed a bottle of Disguise Potion inside."

He groveled between the Desert Bishop and the undead servants, cupped the potion in both hands, and said in a fawning tone, "Without a doubt, only you are worthy of possessing such a treasure!"

The Desert Bishop reached out to take it.

But at that moment, Rodden suddenly raised his hand and threw it.

"Crack!"

The vial struck the desert bishop squarely on the forehead and shattered instantly.

The viscous golden liquid then splashed out.

This is certainly not some disguised potion, but a bottle of standard-grade holy oil!

The desert bishop's disguise crumbled instantly upon being splashed with holy oil, revealing his true form as a skeletal undead, his pale skull scorched and billowing smoke: "Ah! Ahhhhh—"

A considerable amount of holy oil also splashed onto the undead servants nearby.

"Aaaaah!" The undead servant also revealed his true form and screamed in agony, his body billowing thick smoke.

Rodden was not spared either, but under Gaucano's control, he forcibly ignored the damage from the Holy Oil and pulled out two more bottles of Holy Oil.

"Crack! Click!"

The two bottles of holy oil shattered one after the other, and the golden, viscous liquid splashed throughout the room. The terrifying corrosive power caused the Desert Bishop to retreat in a sorry state.

Needless to say, the servants were also included.

His situation could no longer be described as "miserable" but was closer to "tragic".

However, after being repeatedly splashed with the holy oil, his white bones were scorched and pitted, and some of the smaller bones were even burned away. He rolled and crawled on the ground, screaming incessantly.

The Desert Bishop behaved much more respectably.

Although he was screaming in pain, he managed to raise a magical shield in time, blocking the subsequent holy oil.

He then cast spells while dodging, quickly washing away the holy oil from his body and reinforcing his magical shield.

While he was retreating in a disheveled state, Gao Jiano took his next step.

He first roared, "Little Black!"

"Roar!" Little Black outside immediately responded.

With a slight tremor in the ground nearby, the huge black bear broke free of its leash and charged straight toward the church door!

"Boom!" Under its fierce impact, a section of the door frame was smashed down, and debris flew everywhere!

The undead guards were terrified and immediately gave chase.

But at that moment, Gaucano inside the door activated Earth Skin.

With the blessing of the Skin of the Earth, he easily broke the inferior iron chains, then took out a storage ring from his pocket and pulled out a ring—the Ring of Fabian's Emblem.

He slammed the ring against the wall near the door.

"Snap!" The ring immediately embedded itself in the wall.

The undead guards who had just caught up immediately stopped, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and instinctively retreating.

"What is this..." he muttered in fear.

He could not see the ring of Fabian's insignia, but could only feel the terrifying and intimidating power emanating from the doorway in front of him, which made him dare not go forward at all!
At that moment, unusual noises were heard not far away.

Long before Gaucano entered the church, Oren and several Set spirits controlled by Gaucano began to gather the spirits of the Desert Bishop, summoning most of them to an open space.

Then one of the controlled Seth undead suddenly raised his hands and shouted, "Brothers, all eyes on me! Look at me, look at me!"

"What's wrong?" The undead of Set were puzzled and instinctively went over.

"What exactly is the purpose of summoning us here?" some of the Set undead asked impatiently.

"Come here, everyone, I've got something good to show you!" The controlled undead kept waving, drawing in other undead from the vicinity.

When the spirits of the dead gathered together.

He suddenly pulled open his clothes, took out a dagger, and stabbed it fiercely between his ribs!
The bag containing the Wind Orb and the Holy Oil was between his ribs.

"Boom!" A loud bang was heard, and the holy oil shot out wildly in the storm.

Under the scorching of the holy oil and the impact of the storm, the controlled undead was instantly pulverized!
The other Set undead in the vicinity weren't much better off.

As the holy oil splattered everywhere, they screamed in agony, swept away by the storm and thrown about in all directions.

Little Owl then sets out.

"Goo!" It flew above the dome of the water cellar ruins, carrying many Lesser Holy Oils in its mouth and claws, and threw them down at the undead below.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

"Aaaaah—" Each shattering of the glass bottle was accompanied by the screams of the undead of Set.

Before long, the group of Set undead were either dead or wounded. The dead were scorched beyond recognition by the holy oil, and the survivors were in an extremely weak state. Almost none of them could get up, let alone fight.

Some of the Set spirits have not yet been gathered.

They were thus fortunate enough to escape the attack and arrived at the church entrance because of the loud noise Xiao Hei made.

They then encountered the same problem as the undead guards.

The intimidating power of the Fabien emblem ring prevented them from entering to offer assistance.

"What's going on? What's on this door?"

"I don't know, it might be some kind of barrier..."

“I understand, it’s an exorcism! And at least a third-level exorcism!” Some of the Set undead realized that the magic that was stopping them was an exorcism.

"Exorcising evil spirits? I've heard that exorcising evil spirits rarely causes any actual harm. Why don't we try to break in?"

"You try it..."

The effect of exorcism on evil creatures is mainly a psychological shock; however, overcoming this shock is still not easy.

Therefore, several of Seth's spirits gathered at the church entrance and discussed the matter for a while, but in the end, none of them dared to force their way in.

At that moment, four more spirits ran over.

They recognized the four spirits and therefore had no suspicions, assuming they had come to provide support.

However, as the two sides drew closer, the four undead suddenly drew their weapons and slashed at the group of Set undead!
They were naturally the other four Set undead controlled by Gaucano.

Unlike most Set undead, their weapons were noticeably superior. In fact, they carried spare weapons from Gaugano or unprocessed spoils of war; these weapons might not be particularly sharp, but they were clearly better than the junk and scrap metal of the Set undead.

In addition, their weapons were coated with Lesser Holy Oil.

Controlled by the Mark of Enslavement, they could endure the discomfort caused by the Lesser Holy Oil. But the Set undead, who were ambushed by them, were not so "lucky" and were immediately hacked down, howling in pain.

"Holy oil! It's holy oil!"

"By Seth, have you all gone mad?!" Seth's spirit was caught off guard and immediately fought back while shouting angrily.

Unfortunately, the four undead did not react at all.

Not only that, their attacks became increasingly aggressive, focusing solely on offense without any defense, as if they were prepared to perish together, causing the Set undead to retreat in defeat.

Fortunately, they were few in number and clumsy in their movements, unable to execute complex tactics; otherwise, the opposing Set undead might have been severely damaged in this single wave.

Even so, when the battle ended, the Set undead were all wounded, each with several broken bones. The residual Lesser Holy Oil on the weapons of the controlled undead made them feel nauseous, and although they knew it was of higher quality, they couldn't pick it up and use it.

Before they could even catch their breath, Darius, Oren, and the others attacked again.

"For Sindragosa!" Darius shouted.

The five undead, including Dariss, were all mages in life.

This is the result of the selection process. According to Sindragosa's standards, the most suitable undead to awaken are the deceased mages.

Therefore, before they even arrived, five icy arrows shot out.

Little Gu also rushed to support after completing his throw, occasionally tossing down a wind blade from the air. Its power was moderate, but each time it kept a Set undead in a panic.

Unfortunately, the undead are not easy to kill in battle.

Daris and the others, who are also undead, could not possibly draw upon the power of the Holy Oil.

The two sides were roughly equal in strength, so the battle could almost be described as a "scratching match," resulting in a stalemate.

In this context, the battle inside the church naturally became especially crucial.

Inside the church.

"Roar!" After rushing into the church, Xiao Hei roared and charged directly at the Desert Bishop.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the Desert Bishop was slammed into the wall, and a shower of rubble fell down.

At the same time, Gaucano took out the Blood-Summoning Sword, smeared it with holy oil, and rushed towards the undead servants lying nearby.

A devastating blow!

The Blood-Summoning Sword slashed down!

The already wretched undead servant could only manage to parry with its hands. However, its arms, already scorched and pitted, were clearly no match for the immense pressure of the holy oil.

"boom!"

His arm bone broke instantly.

The Blood-Summoning Sword immediately cleaved into his skull.

"Click——"

The skull of the undead servant cracked rapidly, and then a little holy oil seeped in along the crack.

Realizing he was doomed, the undead servant stopped struggling, and his eyes suddenly gleamed with an eerie light: "In the name of the God of the Desert, I curse you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several lines of information immediately appeared in Gao Jiano's mind.

[Status Acquired: Desolate Curse (Level 6)]

However, the Blood-Summoning Sword immediately cleaved open the undead servant's skull, and holy oil splattered along the crack in the skull all the way to the wall behind it.

As the undead servants were destroyed, the curse was lifted, and for a short time, Gaucano didn't even feel the effects of the curse.

[Slay a level 6 intelligent undead, gain 300 experience points]

After killing the undead servant, Gaucano turned to look at Roden.

Rodon, who was under his control, was now in a state of near-crippledness. Although he had not yet lost his ability to move, he was clearly no longer able to play a role in the upcoming battle.

Without much hesitation, Gaucano charged straight at Roden, raising the Blood-Summoning Sword at the same time.

Since it's useless now, I might as well use it to gain some experience.

Rodden cooperated perfectly by adjusting his posture, positioning the most vulnerable part of his head against the blade.

"Crack!" The Blood Summoning Sword fell, and with a crisp sound, Roden's skull was split in two!

[Slay a level 6 intelligent undead, gain 300 experience points]

After killing Rodden, Gaucano then turned his attention to the Desert Bishop.

Despite being slammed into the wall by Little Black, the Desert Bishop was clearly unharmed.

His magical shield remained intact.

His only injury was the horrific burn mark left on his skull by the sacred oil.

In fact, these pitted wounds had almost erased the Desert Bishop's facial features, making him look quite gruesome.

(End of this chapter)