Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 615 - 19: The Death God’s Eyes
Chapter 615: Chapter 19: The Death God’s Eyes
“Damn it!” Kong leaned against Lynch, the Cross Sword horizontal in front of him, sweat mixed with splattered black blood sliding down his forehead. Death’s Shadow had never been so close. The domain was suppressed, magic invalid, dead spirits endlessly reviving… They seemed trapped in a desperate situation.
“What do we do?” She couldn’t help but turn her head to inquire of Lynch behind her.
Lynch remained silent, not speaking.
“Think of something quickly!” Kong’s voice grew anxious.
Lynch calmly said, “Don’t worry.”
Kong was speechless.
How could she not worry?
Grinding her teeth, Kong’s expression grew more tense.
One of her hands had already started unconsciously tightening her palm, where there was a rune, only usable in emergencies.
However, in the moment she was distracted, she didn’t even notice when a dead spirit had crept to her side, waving a pair of sharp claws straight towards her face.
“Oh no!”
Kong’s face turned pale, and it was too late to dodge.
Seeing she was about to be pounced on and knocked to the ground by the dead spirit, a strange scene unfolded.
The dead spirit that lunged forward suddenly froze, as if suddenly petrified by stone-magic, its whole body coming to an abrupt halt.
Before Kong could react, an even stranger scene occurred.
The menacing dead spirit suddenly turned its head, lunging towards other dead spirits ahead, engaging them in battle.
Kong was dumbfounded for a moment.
Instinctively, she turned her head to look at Lynch, only to see Lynch’s gray eyes suddenly light up with a ghostly blue glow, the same glow she had just seen on the dead spirit in front of her.
Clearly, the dead spirit’s anomaly had become very evident.
At the same time, Lynch also sighed with relief.
He didn’t know what was happening with the strange dead spirits, but he was quite certain that these were all soul bodies or soul material constructs.
His Eye of Death God naturally had strong effects on soul bodies, so at the critical moment he tried activating the Eye of Death God and added the necromancy spell “Undead Control,” attempting to control the dead spirits in front of him.
At first, he was unsure if it would work, but clearly, his gamble paid off.
“I’ll cover you! Hurry up!”
Kong also realized Lynch’s impact, hurriedly swinging his sword, the Cross Sword in his hand moving even faster, the sword light like a curtain, precisely blocking and hacking back the dead spirits lunging at Lynch, buying him time to cast spells.
There’s no time to lose!
“Enslave!”
“Enslave!”
“Enslave!”
Lynch was like a sailor scrambling to seize a ship in stormy waves, racing against time! Each gaze from the Eye of Death God was accompanied by enormous spiritual power consumption and soul-level impact, but he gritted his teeth to persist!
One, two, three… More and more dead spirits were forcibly taken under his control, turning back on their former “companions”!
Although the number he controlled was just a drop in the ocean compared to the massive tide of dead spirits, at least around him and Kong, they formed a circle of “rebellious” dead spirits, creating a not-so-stable defensive line! Pressure sharply reduced!
“Clang——!”
Just as the two were struggling to hold on, the low and muffled bell toll pierced through the dead spirits’ roars and soul wails, echoing throughout the entire town!
As the bell sound echoed, at the edge of the leaden gray sky, a faint but extremely clear gray-white “dawn light” pierced the thick clouds like a sharp sword, spilling down and perfectly enveloping the entire town.
A miracle happened!
The dead spirits that had been frenziedly roaring and biting each other a second ago stopped in their tracks! The black smoke swirling around them melted away like snow under the sun, dissipating and fading away. Their twisted, bloated bodies returned to their original shape, the burning soulfires extinguished, changing back to hollow, numb eyes.
On the street, zombies reverted to farmers shouldering hoes, resentful spirits turned back into women carrying baskets, skeleton warriors reverted to blacksmiths wearing leather aprons… They seemed to have a reset button pressed, ignoring the mess on the ground, ignoring Lynch and Kong standing in the street center, covered in blood stains, panting heavily, and resumed their dull, repetitive “daily lives.”
Farmers carried rusty hoes, walking along the set route; women stood at the doorway, wearing frozen “smiles,” their lips silently moving; men in front of the blacksmith shop raised their arms, pointing into the void…
The bloody battlefield vanished without a trace, as if last night’s brutal slaughter was just an absurd nightmare. Only the chipped Phantom Cross Sword in Lynch’s hand, the torn robe corner on Kong, and the mental fatigue and consumption of the two silently recounted what they had just experienced.
“Huff, huff!”
“Huff, huff!”
The sound of Lynch and Kong’s heavy breathing echoed, the two exchanged glances, seeing confusion in each other’s eyes.
“What’s going on?” Kong asked.
Lynch squinted his eyes, turning to look at the sky. At this moment, dawn broke, sunlight penetrating the clouds and spilling down, the boundless night fading away silently.
Was it the sunlight? Because it was dawn?
Or was there another reason?
After pondering for a moment, Lynch couldn’t reason it out, shaking his head: “I’m not sure…”
Pausing, he pondered and added: “But I suspect there might be some kind of mechanism here, where the residents would turn into dead spirits for a certain period of time, like… like…”
“A magic array, a machine?”
Lynch looked around at the bustling crowd: “But what triggers this magic array is still uncertain, perhaps it’s the arrival of night, as night comes the undead revive, and when night ends, the undead revert to ordinary residents.”
This speculation was currently the most likely, but Lynch remained very puzzled about who set up this town and what the meaning of setting it up was?
“Huh?”
Just as Lynch was puzzled about this, a sudden pain came from his right eye.
Instinctively, he raised his hand to press his right eye, immediately feeling warmth in the palm of his hand, soon seeing black liquid flowing from his right eye.
Kong was startled, quickly asking: “Are you okay?”
She had, of course, heard of the Eye of Death God, but didn’t understand the mechanism of this eye, and this was the first time seeing the mature activation of the Eye of Death God.
Lynch shook his head: “I’m fine.”
He immediately pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the black liquid left in his hand and eye socket.
This black liquid wasn’t something he was encountering for the first time; it could roughly be considered as Tears of Insight from the Eye of Death God, having flowed down whenever the Eye of Death God was initially activated, and every time the Eye of Death God activated a certain ability, this liquid would be left behind.
In other words, seeing the Eye of Death God shed this kind of liquid meant an ability was being activated.
What could it be?
