Chapter 859 - 836: Corpse Demon
Chapter 859 -836: Corpse Demon
“Wait a moment.” Lancelot used telepathy to communicate with everyone, “There’s something below.”
Though they couldn’t respond verbally, the leader, Danks, immediately reacted—he lowered his left wing, raised his right wing, and tilted his tail feathers upward, causing their direction to shift left while allowing them to conveniently observe the situation below. A few companions, who were not very adept at flying, squawked loudly but eventually followed suit, spiraling in place with a radius of about thirty feet.
“Everyone, pay attention to the north, under that lightning-struck crooked tree,” Lancelot’s voice sounded again, “You may not be able to see it clearly yet, but there is an undead squad there, escorting a few suspicious wagons. We’ll follow them, and if an opportunity arises… you know what to do.”
The companions signaled their agreement through excited wing flaps, except for Danks—despite his bravery in the mission to spread the faith of Cranvo, he was still a commoner and quite anxious about the potential battle ahead, something Lancelot noticed immediately.
“Danks, you keep moving forward and inform Soveris about our situation. But remind him not to act hastily; this might be a lich’s trap meant to lure you out.”
The starling, smaller than a raven, let out a relieved cry, flapped its wings hard, and quickly flew off in another direction. Lancelot took the lead, gradually lowering his altitude to avoid premature detection by the enemy, but his spirit perception remained locked onto the undead squad’s movements.
About a quarter of an hour later, the target left the Witches’ Forest, and their full formation came into view: the core force comprised four undead knights on skeletal warhorses, followed by twelve corpse demons emitting a daunting aura. Lancelot’s heart sank slightly; the enemy outnumbered them and had superior strength, making it impossible for them to take on with their current power.
In terms of comparison, the strength of the skeletal knights was about that of a Succubus. If Lancelot’s cultivation were still at the high rank of Foundation Establishment, he might barely be able to handle four if he went all out, but he couldn’t do it now, and there were also those twelve corpse demons to deal with—they looked similar to zombies but were intelligent, making them extremely dangerous.
This was a world filled with magic and divine power, where resurrection wasn’t uncommon. Most true gods granted their priests the ability to do so. Some priests (with their god’s tacit permission) would even publicly sell this service to fund their church or support a secret plan of the deity.
But one thing was clear: the dead couldn’t resurrect themselves, at least not without prior arrangements.