Chapter 460: Black Mage's Cliché 5
A heavy sensation met my fingertips. My hammer, enhanced with holy power instead of mana, struck the skull of a zombie that had turned toward me with perfect accuracy.
The feeling was familiar. A weapon crushing flesh and breaking bone. Like cracking a walnut with a hammer, or smashing a boiled egg on a desk. That satisfying impact with barely any resistance, yet knowing you've completely shattered something.
But what followed was an entirely unfamiliar sensation.
"These bastards explode too!"
"Poison! It's poison! Watch out for armor fragments and gas!"
The orc zombie's crushed skull swelled up before transforming into a purple smoke bomb.
Like how monster corpses turned into mana stones, the flesh seemed to transform into poison rather than organs splattering everywhere. But their armor flew outward like shrapnel as dark purple gas burst forth.
The startled knights swerved sharply, carving furrows in the plains. While they might handle explosions, there was no reason to breathe in what was clearly deadly purple gas.
"Roland, you okay?!"