191 102. The Blackened Village -4 Part One

Baron Lava Labert became terrified by the massive storm of divinity.

Bloody hell?! That boy Priest wasn’t the most dangerous one here, this girl was!

The eerie glow in their eye sockets gleamed sharply as they raised their weapons high. Swords and spears fashioned out of bones reflected the light.

To deal with just one young girl, hundreds of skeletons and zombies had set up a cordon around her, with countless arrows made out of bones now trained in her direction.

Even then, they were still nothing more than some low-grade undead. They couldn’t even serve as hindrances to her.

As the deluge continued falling, the undead rushed towards Charlotte, trying to take her life. Arrows made out of bones were fired towards her.

The arc left behind the sword was silky smooth, uninterrupted.

While leaving behind visible afterimages, the sword gleaming in pure white light split apart the bodies of the undead around her. And almost at the same time, all the affected creatures were turned to ashes, ceasing to exist altogether.

Charlotte continued to step forward. Like an expert dancer, she smoothly and gently guided her blade around.

Hauntingly gorgeous arcs of blade afterimages were engraved in the night sky as her figure darted in and around the gaps of the undead.

The walking dead continued to wield their spears, swords, and maces made out of bones, but she didn’t feel the need to defend herself. She minimised all unnecessary movements and easily evaded all the attacks.

“T-this can’t be…?!”

Baron Lava was flustered beyond words while Charlotte’s gleaming, cold eyes remained locked on the panicking Vampire.

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Every time she took a step, dozens of undead got exterminated.

“Heo-urhk…?!”

Baron Lava swallowed back his dry saliva and gasped in shock. He could feel the blade touching his Adam’s apple, and it had already started burning his flesh.

He cautiously reached up and grasped the blade. The divinity permeating her sword burned his fingers, but he didn’t care about that. That’s because, with just one slip-up, his head would go flying away from the rest of his body!

‘Careful. Careful…!’

Baron Lava succeeded in pushing the sword away and retracting his head back. He sighed in relief as his protruding eyes arched in a grotesque grin.

He stared at Charlotte’s face; her reddish eyes were lacking in focus.

She had fallen under the Vampire’s illusion magic.

Baron Lava looked into the blood-stained bible. It displayed the illusion she was currently under.

Charlotte was looking at her ‘parents’ right now – her father and mother who became zombies and died. The two of them were gently smiling at her.

Baron Lava guffawed out and extended his hand out. His saw-toothed wheel-like fangs bobbed up and down.

-Ahhh, my beloved daughter!

She should currently see his outer appearance and hear his voice as her parents and their voices.

“How can this be?!”

The Vampire hurriedly stumbled back, but right at that moment, Charlotte swung her sword. The strike travelled diagonally downwards, cleanly slicing off Baron Lava’s right hand that held the blood-stained bible.

The severed arm went flying in the air. Ashes, along with the rotten blood and countless writhing maggots, spewed out from the open wound.

“Uwaaaahk!”

Baron Lava sucked in his breath. Both his throat and face suddenly ballooned up. He then spat out a pitch-black smoke from the hole serving as his mouth.

Powerful toxins spread out in every direction and dyed the surroundings like black fog.

The knights hurriedly ran off from the area, but Charlotte remained behind. She held her breath and quickly scanned her vicinity.

Baron Lava could be seen escaping into the forest.

After spotting the Vampire’s fleeing back, she began massaging her temples. That undead dared to insult not just some random thing, but the precious memories of her parents.

That disgusting Vampire, a measly little undead no less, dared to imitate not just his highness, but even her father and mother who were no longer in this world.