Chapter 280. Avenger (2)
Leo stood speechless, staring at the bizarre sight unfolding before him. He asked quietly, "...Saintess Seria, what in the world is going on here?"
The plaza looked as if it had been hit by a bomb. And standing in neat rows across its ravaged surface were unmistakable figures—Death Knights. Yet there was Caron, calmly walking among them, checking each one with care and nodding in approval.
This was Caron, who normally recoiled at the very sight of undead. And now, here he was, methodically inspecting them.
But that wasn't even the strangest part.
"...To be honest, I don't think calling them 'undead' is accurate anymore," Leo said.
"And why is that?" Seria asked.
"Because there's no trace of dark mana left in them. If anything... They're more like spirits. The dead. That seems like a better fit," Leo answered.
"What in the world did that lunatic Caron do this time..." Seria murmured.
Just as Leo explained, the beings that had once reeked of dark mana now radiated mana so pure it was almost blinding. It was a very familiar sort—Azure Mana, without a doubt.
"I go off to behead the Mercenary King, and I come back to this?" Caron muttered.
These once-malicious Death Knights, now cleansed of their dark mana, stood silently under the midday sun. Some were even moving around diligently, helping villagers to safety.
"Caro—no, Xenon!" Leo called out, raising a hand.