Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 79: Evil Knight
Pink rainbow light flickered, and the fading magic particles turned into starlight, fading in the air.

Ingram shifted his gaze away from the two people in the woods ahead who were controlled by the [Human Isolation Spell].

Without the physical fitness bonus brought by the professional level, if one fails to resist the erosion of magic power from the very beginning, it will be basically difficult to break free in a short period of time afterwards.

He didn't care about the blood and flesh on his fingertips.

He bent down, held the gravekeeper's head in both hands, and placed it upright on the top of the skeleton, at the position of the skull.

The old man was not a necromancer, and there were no spells in the ritual book I gave him.

An ordinary person would be killed with just one blow of a hammer.

It was the guards who helped escort him that took a little effort.

However, compared to myself who is close to getting a job, there is still a long way to go.

Two hammers, or three hammers?
It doesn't matter.

"call……"

The breeze blew the fallen leaves.

The flesh and blood on the gravekeeper's head melted away as quickly as mud and water.

The bones were shaking, as if some invisible force was brewing and accumulating above the talisman array, trying to piece the bones together.

"Don't worry."

the sheriff whispered.

The palm dripping with blood had already grasped the iron handle of the hammer at the waist.

Bang——

Metal whizzed through the air.

Blood, flesh and bones mixed with bones splashed like fruit juice under the bombardment of the hammer.

Tim, who had completely turned into a dead spirit and lost consciousness, fell backwards to the ground.

There is nothing above the shoulders.

The sheriff's expression remained calm, and there was even a hint of disgust in the depths of his eyes.

Bet your family's safety and your own future on the other side of the scale without any scruples.

People who ignore the huge foreseeable risks and walk into the dangerous vortex for the sake of the pitiful luck in their hearts.

Not worthy of sympathy.

He felt sick just thinking about breathing the same air as these people.

"I hope there will be fewer people like this in Mengzhong City."

On the palm of his hand, golden holy light emerged.

"puff!"

The fingertips wrapped in holy light, under the influence of the power of the sun, corroded the flesh and blood that had been completely corrupted by the breath of the undead.

Insert it into the corpse's back without hesitation.

The thick and strong muscles of the forearm suddenly exerted force,
Pull it hard!
"Crench!"

The sound of bones and flesh being torn apart reverberates in the woods.

A few drops of blood were splashed on Ingram's handsome, three-dimensional white face.

On the right hand side is Tim's entire spine.

The surface of his cheek was slightly itchy due to the blood sliding down, and he subconsciously wiped it with his free left hand, but half of his face was stained red.

don't care.

He leaned over again and, referring to the human anatomy, placed the vertebrae vertically in the center of the skeleton.

Almost formed.

The wind in the air suddenly intensified, causing the white bones lying on the ground to tremble violently.

"Not even close."

Ingram stood up, but subconsciously saw from the corner of his eye that his right hand was obviously thinner and two sizes smaller than that of an ordinary person.

The plan was only one step away from success, and messy thoughts mixed with broken pictures emerged in my mind.

In the garbage-filled alley, a sturdy and tall figure deliberately knocked down the down-and-out drunk in front of him, leaving a few pages of leather books on the ground;
The lights in the hotel rooms were on, a man in a sheriff's uniform and his guards were walking hurriedly, and a human silhouette with the aura of the dead was crawling in the shadows on the roadside;

In the empty and gloomy cemetery, a blond man gently placed the leather book and bone whistle in his hands on the steps at the door of the cottage...

And that night of howling rain and thunder, I stood in front of the patched tent, holding the cold one-handed hammer. "Joey..."

Ingram's eyes paused suddenly.

A complicated look suddenly appeared on his face, which had been calm from the beginning.

Converge quickly.

He could clearly recall the other person's terrified and bloodless face when he tore the rag in front of the tent door, and even the thin body trembling due to the cold temperature.

“Lord, forgive me.”

He acted very efficiently, and the other party probably didn't feel too much pain.

"I hope you can be born into a good family in your next life."

"Don't be like this life, where even filling your stomach is a problem."

"Don't be like me..."

Made up of bones from different human bodies, the twisted and deformed skeleton vibrated violently.

Ingram stood up and walked towards the edge of the woods, where the short figure was wrapped in the pink light.

Halfling, also a pagan.

The pages that I tore out of the leather book clearly stated:

The more devout the pagan's faith, the more effective the ritual.

When he first met this short man two days ago, he didn't take him seriously and didn't consider him as a target.

After all, the way halflings and their gods get along is hard to describe as "pious".

But he didn't expect that the other party actually believed in the goddess of luck "Tamora", and based on the scene described by his informant in the bag full of gold, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary believer.

"Then there's no way."

He pulled out the dagger from his waist, raised it slightly, and aimed at the opponent's soft and fragile neck.

The skeleton is now complete, and the final step of the ritual is to fill the runes on the array with the blood of the pagans.

By then, the plan that I have been preparing for a long time will finally be completed.

[Supreme Slash], [Divine Perception], and [Insect Breeding] found under the cultist's bed two years ago.

Three combat skills and abilities, plus the final step:

"Plan a necromancy ritual and kill the summoned creature yourself."

He will then be able to obtain professional levels and truly become a professional.

Become a variant of the "Paladin" profession,

——【Evil Knight】

To be honest, he didn't know much about this profession itself.

If it weren't for the pastor in the church, who generously told him some information about the "Knight of Evil" after he handed over "Insect Breeding".

He had never even heard of this variant of paladin before.

Even though Ingram learned about the career advancement path from the other party, he initially did not plan to take the job.

After all, compared to the "Paladin" which has a clear advancement route and is extremely versatile, the improvement path for the "Knight of Evil" is not so easy to find.

Until that night, the pastor made a promise to him about the "Mengzhong City".

As long as you can successfully get the job, you can get a letter of introduction from the other party and go to Mengzhong City to take up the post.

Mengzhong City is almost the closest place to the "Lord" on the continent of Efala.

How could he refuse.

The palm of his hand felt the unique cool touch of metal. He gripped the dagger tightly and slashed the short blade towards the halfling's neck.

At this moment, a slight but obvious sound suddenly came from beside him.

Looking ahead,

On the other side, there was the black-haired young man who was also held in place by the [Human Immobilization Technique].

The body wrapped in pink light seemed...

Trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)