Chapter 263 - 116 Heavenly King's Curse Body
Suddenly, a phenomenon of spirit communication appeared in the sky.
Before the hunters could react in any way, they found the entire camp was already covered by a massive undead barrier.
Beyond the camp, a thick black aura had covered the surrounding wilderness.
"What is that?"
"It has wings...looks like angels from the myths and legends?"
"..."
The hunters didn't know what was happening.
But looking up at the sky, as they watched the masked angel slowly descending from the black vortex, their eyes were filled with fear.
The pressure from these high-level beings stemmed from a deep-seated instinctual fear in living creatures, leaving all humans struggling to breathe.
But not all high-level beings are the same.
Mythical creatures like great dragons, although also high-level beings, are not entirely invincible according to some recorded stories in the literature that depict strong warriors amongst humans successfully slaying such creatures.
But angels are different.
Their stature equates to that of real gods!
So Leonard Churchill couldn't believe what he was seeing.
A god has descended?
Summoned by mere mortals?
This seemed impossible no matter how he looked at it.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that this angel only had a soul but no physical body.
And on its chest and palms, there were blackened, bloody holes.
The entire soul formed a cross shape, seeming like it was being punished.
The bizarre mix of death and holy light, the clash between holiness and evil, gave a very odd feeling.
"So that's why that hunchbacked old man brought a cross into the tavern earlier?"
Leonard felt he almost glimpsed a crucial clue.
This bizarrely appeared angel did not seem like a normally summoned spirit object.
Despite this,
Leonard felt overwhelmed, grumbling in his heart, "Weren't the followers of the Silver Moon Sect just a bunch of Second and Third-Tier folks? Why are the techniques they are cooking up getting more and more outrageous?"
Previously, when they were purged in Sinless City, they were not this powerful.
How can one combat this move now?
He figured these Silver Moon believers must have found something crucial and received the approval of the old gods.
It is safe to say that the Silver Moon Sect's current strength... is unfathomable!
...
Without allowing him much time for contemplation, the angel had already descended onto a small building in the camp, hovering in mid-air.
A couple of hundred people in the nearby streets were instantly restrained by this overpowering force, unable to move.
Just then, an eerie scene unfolded.
Those hundreds of people, who were looking up at the angel, appeared to be petrified.
Then uncontrollably, threads of white, sand-like substances were drawn out from their bodies.
Leonard realized what was happening: "Extracting souls?"
In the blink of an eye, the few hundred hunters near the building seemed to have their souls drained, collapsing on the spot lifeless.
The angel didn't seem to be consciously extracting souls, just floating there.
But its very existence proved fatal to humans.
At this moment, it was like an out-of-control source of pollution — anyone who got near it perished.
After absorbing the souls of several hundred people, the face-masked angel started drifting aimlessly around the camp.
Wherever it passed, people fell.
Seeing this, Leonard Churchill's eyes were filled with solemnity.
Being powerful is not the terrifying part.
What's terrifying is not understanding at all.
He can't possibly confront it head-on.
In his mind, he quickly ran through all the means he could utilize to fight this.
The Clown mask is not yet powerful enough; it could potentially block a Second Tier Mysterious Technique, but surely not this soul-siphoning technique of the angel.
The curse jar may protect against curses, but it's uncertain whether this attack is a curse.
Right.
There's also the Relic·Light and Dark Holy Nail!
This thing looked like it belonged to the same category as the cross carried by the hunchbacked old man.
Leonard didn't know if it would work, but he took out the containment card anyway, activated it, and held the nail in his hand.
Having one more safeguard increased his chance of survival.
...
But in the following moments, the camp played host to a scene of sheer horror.
Wherever the angel drifted, due to fear and soul extraction, large swathes of hunters fell on the streets.
Some of the hunters tried to attack this unknown angel with traditional methods of combating evil spirits using various techniques like Purple Light Bullet, Holy Water, etc.
But these attempts not only caused no harm; they actually attracted the angel to drift toward those who had attacked, enabling it to harvest more souls.
Even the high rank golden knights of Second and Third Tier from the Lionheart Family suffered the same fate.
In the face of this face-masked angel of very high rank, high-tier card masters could struggle a bit more by various means but could not ultimately escape death.
No method had any effect on it.
The camp was densely populated, and within a short period, the spirits of tens of thousands of humans were extracted.
The face-masked angel's soul visibly became ten percent more solid.
An even more bizarre scene was simultaneously unfolding.
The human corpses, which had their souls extracted and died, were infused with omnipresent undead air, and they came back to life.
Not by mutation, but by turning into undead zombies.
The face-masked angel didn't seem to have any awareness yet and just aimlessly drifted on the streets of the camp.
But the undead creatures had an active killing instinct.
They roamed in groups in the camp, madly slaughtering the hunters everywhere.
In an instant, the vast camp was filled with wails and howls, resembling a scene from hell.
The followers of the Silver Moon Sect didn't even have to lift a finger; a single technique had pushed everyone into a desperate situation.
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