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Chapter 112 The Decapitation Plan

Karen followed closely behind and attacked Hughes.

The giant sword tore through the air. The old knight pushed the Black Rock Breathing Technique to its limit.

This sword strike requires no skill, only extreme speed and quality.

While Hughes was still slightly stunned by the gravitational distortion, the greatsword had already struck his suspended torso.

Then, Hughes's sternum, ribs, and spine were completely shattered in mid-air. His body was almost severed at the waist, with only a few bones connecting the upper and lower halves of his torso.

Hughes hovered in mid-air, looking like a tattered skeleton.

Clement stared intently at the dome of the hall.

The restructuring has begun.

Perhaps due to the severity of this injury, the thin black line swelled considerably at this moment. A massive amount of energy poured down from above, striving to repair the severely damaged body in the shortest possible time.

The old bishop pulled a holy emblem from his robe.

Then, he poured all the power of faith he had accumulated over half a century into the holy emblem at that moment.

A wall of holy light appeared without warning directly above Hughes's head.

The thin line struck the wall of holy light at that moment.

Zi—

Although the wall of holy light was corroded by that thin line, it successfully blocked the transmission of that energy.

It only blocked them for half a second.

But in that half-second, Hughes, suspended in mid-air, stopped reassembling.

His shattered torso remained broken, and the surging black mist, having lost its energy supply, could not coalesce into solid bones.

For the first time, Hughes, who had always been indifferent, showed a slight change in expression.

He raised his intact right hand, and a beam of light shattered the already crumbling wall of holy light above his head.

But at this moment, wisps of white clung to the thin black line and continued flying upwards along it.

The channel has been reconnected.

Hughes's torso was completely reassembled once again.

As the anti-gravity field effect wore off, he fell to the ground again.

But he did not attack immediately.

His gaze toward Clement became somewhat strange, and for the first time, he seriously observed the human before him: "Not bad, your faith is quite devout. Perhaps later I can take your corpse to see my master and have him grant you a half-lich body."

Clement ignored it, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. The backlash from using a large amount of faith power had left his internal organs in excruciating pain.

The old bishop looked at Roderick.

"He is an anchor," Clement said coldly. "His immortality has a source."

Roderick, dragging his broadsword backward, slowly retreated to Clement's side.

"explain."

Clement slowly sensed the direction of the energy he was tracking in the opposite direction, then continued, "He just said that as long as death and fear exist in the wasteland, he is immortal." Clement pointed to the rock formations above him. "He lied."

"The death energy on the battlefield is chaotic and disordered. It's impossible for it to automatically cross tens of meters of rock and precisely enter his body. That would require an extremely large ritual array to guide it."

"But the magic arrays inside the fortress are under our control. He didn't have time to set them up."

Karen frowned.

"Is someone in higher positions helping him?"

"It's not human." Clement shook his head. "I sensed it just now. The direction of that energy channel is very fixed; it's due north. It has a specific source, continuously supplying it with energy."

Upon hearing this, Roderick's pupils contracted slightly.

Clement continued, "I sensed it; it's the Dire Wolf King."

"Ordinary monsters are just consumables; they bring death and fear." Clement looked at Hughes, and the half-lich in the tattered cloak did not deny it, still watching the bishop with great interest.

"The Dire Wolf King and the other Dire Wolves, they are the nodes."

"Dozens of dire wolves are scattered around the outer perimeter of the northern defenses. They command the beast tides and carry out the slaughter. But their goal is not just to breach the city walls, they are also secretly collecting energy."

"They collect the energy from the monsters and soldiers who die on the battlefield, and through the dire wolf king hidden deeper inside, they gather it into a directional channel, continuously supplying it to this monster."

This is the truth behind Hughes's rapid healing.

As long as the beast tide does not recede and the Warg King is not eliminated, Hughes will never perish.

As long as Hughes keeps these high-end combatants occupied, either the defense line above the fortress will be overwhelmed by the beast tide, or these few people will be unable to withstand Hughes's attrition, allowing him to successfully destroy the magic array.

Regardless of which side succeeds, Hughes will be able to destroy the entire Northern Fortress.

For those trapped deep underground, they are now at a stalemate.

Unless, of course, the Warg King is killed, cutting off the energy supply that continuously provides to Hughes.

Hughes listened silently, holding nothing back.

Now that the secret has been exposed, all he needs to do is kill all eight people in front of him before the passage is cut off.

Thick black mist gathered in front of Hughes, slowly forming a giant bone dragon.

"Stop him!" Roderick shouted.

Karen and the three Judgment Knights charged forward to meet the bone dragon.

The two archmages chanted their spells again, and various high-level protective spells were quickly cast upon everyone.

Roderick did not immediately join the charge.

He took a step back and planted his broadsword in the stone slab in front of him.

The commander pulled out an obsidian emblem from his inner lining.

This is the Northern Legion's communication inscription stone.

This magical item was extremely expensive to produce, and there were only two in the entire fortress.

One was in his hand, and the other was in the hand of the garrison commander, Mo Fan.

It ignores any magical shielding, but can only transmit information in one direction.

Roderick gripped the emblem tightly.

The surface of the emblem slowly began to glow.

The outer city plaza in front of the Black Tower at the Northern Fortress.

A snowstorm raged.

Sir Morfan stood atop the city wall.

His sword was stained with blood, and at his feet lay the corpses of more than a dozen gnolls who had just crossed the city wall.

The pressure on city defense is increasing.

Although the Eternal Furnace is still barely holding on, some problems have emerged in certain areas—the number of monsters is extremely large. Even though most monsters would be burned to death upon touching the city wall, some monsters still managed to climb the wall by stepping on the corpses of their companions.

A steady stream of monsters were climbing up the steps formed by the corpses of their companions.

On one side of the square, the Valen squad, who had just helped Mo Fan kill a wave of monsters and were taking a short break after rotating off the city wall, were treating their wounds.

Ryan sat on an overturned wooden crate.

His two-handed greatsword rested diagonally against his leg, the armor on his right arm had been removed, and a priest who remained at the fortress was using divine magic to heal Renn.

Valen stood not far away, his armor covered in scratches.