I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Beneath the grayish-purple mist, those hunched figures covered the entire valley floor, stretching to the horizon where they could not be seen.

Lynn suppressed his racing heartbeat, his eyes searching through the horde of undead.

Vera said that the Plague Core is the core where a large amount of resentment from death and abyssal contamination are gathered, and if it is controlling these undead, it must be in a very conspicuous location.

really,

In the center of the open space in the very middle of the canyon, a dark purple object floats.

It is about the height of a person, with an irregular shape and a surface that is constantly and slowly writhing, like a giant heart.

Lynn stared at the mass and used his Appraisal skill.

The next second, the information appeared in view.

[Plague Core - Abyssal Breathing]

【grade:???】

[Sanity Value: ???]

Still all question marks.

Lynn's heart sank.

Chapter 110 Hiding

How to do?

Lynn's mind raced.

The first thought that flashed through my mind was to use the Sirens' "Song of the Seas".

Psychological attacks should be the most effective means of dealing with this core of resentment and pollution.

But is it powerful enough?

The Sirens have only sixty levels.

If [Wan Hai Tong Ge] fails to kill him in one blow, or even inflict effective damage, then he himself will be the one to die next.

No.

He immediately rejected that option.

He can't gamble.

He had to be absolutely certain that he could handle what was coming next.

That being the case...

Lynn no longer hesitated.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, he silently retreated, creating a safe distance from the sea of ​​the dead, and then hid behind a huge rock.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind.

"Temple Guardian".

[Available Sanity Points: 0]

Almost at the same time, atop the cliffs of the canyon.

Lisa, who was dozing off on Anna's shoulder, suddenly opened her eyes.

"what?"

An incredibly terrifying pressure erupted from the depths of the canyon below without warning.

It was not the filth and evil of the abyss, but a majesty as if a god had descended.

Anna also looked up, a hint of surprise appearing on her calm face.

She looked out over the canyon and saw a dazzling golden light shoot into the sky from the grayish-purple mist, like a small sun being born at the bottom of the valley. It instantly pierced through the thick fog and illuminated the entire canyon.

“It’s that one…” Anna murmured to herself.

She recognized the scent.

At the summit of Mount Nikola, it was this very force that wiped Theodore from the world.

Lisa remembered it too, but the shock in her heart only increased.

How many secrets does Lynn still hold?

……

Bottom of the canyon.

Lynn leaned against the rock and looked ahead.

A huge golden figure appeared out of thin air in the center of the canyon.

It stands tens of meters tall, clad in heavy golden armor, wielding a long spear and a giant shield, radiating a soft yet majestic golden light.

It simply stood there quietly, and its sacred and powerful aura spread out like a tide. Wherever it passed, the gray-purple abyssal mist was completely dispelled. The undead that had been standing numbly retreated as if they had encountered their natural enemy. Many low-level undead even melted directly in the golden light, turning into a pool of black water.

This is the Temple Guardian.

Simply by existing, it is enough to purify evil spirits.

Lynn felt much more at ease.

Stable.

He raised his hand and pointed towards the still-wriggling plague core in the center of the canyon.

The temple guards received the order.

It slowly raised its foot and took a step forward.

Boom!

The entire canyon trembled, and countless rocks tumbled down from the cliffs on both sides.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

The dark purple plague core, upon sensing the unparalleled aura of the temple guards, surprisingly did not choose to resist.

Its surface undulations suddenly accelerated, and the entire mass of flesh contracted violently, like a punctured balloon.

The next second, it transformed into a streak of purplish-black light and burrowed directly into the body of a nearby undead.

Two eerie purple lights burst forth from the empty eye sockets of the undead.

But the purple light only lasted for a moment before it went out completely.

The aura of the plague core... has vanished.

Right under Lynn's nose, it slipped away and disappeared completely.

Lynn was stunned.

He anticipated that the Plague Core would struggle in its death throes, release even more powerful pollution, and might even transform into some more terrifying form to fight the temple guards to the death.

But what he didn't expect was that it would escape.

This is troublesome.

A powerful enemy that is exposed is not scary; what is scary is an enemy that knows how to hide and possesses great strength.

It is now hidden among thousands of dead souls; who knows which one it is?

The temple guards, having lost their clear target, stopped in their tracks, their massive heads turning toward Lynn as if awaiting new instructions.

Lynn gritted her teeth.

Can't find it?

Then destroy everything that could potentially become a container!

"Kill them all," Lynn gave the new order. "Leave no one alive."

The temple guards raised their golden spears.

At the tip of the spear, golden light gathered, growing brighter and brighter until it finally transformed into a dazzling star.

Rain of Divine Punishment

The next moment, the star exploded, transforming into countless golden light spears flying across the sky, like a vast meteor shower that covered the entire bottom of the canyon.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The light gun fell and instantly vaporized the undead upon contact, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

After a burst of light rain, a large clearing was cleared at the bottom of the canyon, and at least a thousand undead were wiped out by this attack.

Lynn's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Fortunately, the temple guards' area-of-effect attacks were powerful enough that clearing out these low-level undead was as easy as stepping on a swarm of ants.

With a little time, we can eventually kill them all.

However, the moment this thought arose in his mind, it was shattered by the sight before him.

On the cleared ground, the soil began to churn.

One by one, rotting, withered arms emerged from the ground, followed by their heads, their bodies...

In just over ten seconds, the area that had just been cleared was once again filled with countless undead.

It's even more crowded than before.

Lynn then realized what was happening.

Most of these undead are buried deep underground; what stands on the surface is just the tip of the iceberg.

While the temple guards' attacks could easily kill them, they could not eradicate them at all.

Kill one batch, and another will grow in the ground, endlessly.

This is a pointless war of attrition.

To make matters worse, every attack from the temple guards was incredibly powerful.

The entire canyon trembled slightly under this terrifying power.

Lynn had no doubt that if the temple guards launched a few more large-scale attacks, the canyon might not be able to withstand them and would collapse.

He himself will be buried alive here in the end.

Possessing power capable of destroying the world, yet bound by constraints, unable to unleash its full potential.

Lynn felt somewhat aggrieved.

While ordering the temple guards to attack in the most economical way, he kept his eyes fixed on the surging sea of ​​undead below, trying to find the hidden plague core within it.

But all the undead looked exactly the same; there was no difference between them at all.

Just when Lynn was at his wit's end.

The temple guards, who had been mechanically carrying out the massacre according to his orders, suddenly stopped.

It stopped wielding its spear, and its enormous golden head slowly turned, no longer looking at the undead before it.

Instead, they turned to the right and found an empty cliff face.

Chapter 111 Patience Exhausted

Lynn's gaze followed the temple guard's line of sight.

There was nothing on the gray-white cliff face.

But the temple guards will not make mistakes.

All its actions stem from the most primal instinct: to perceive impurity and purify it.

There is only one reason why it looks in that direction.

There's something there.

Lynn's breathing slowed slightly.

He subtly shifted his attention from the horde of undead at the bottom of the valley to the cliff face, while his mind began to race.