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Chapter 60 Ghost
"It's a ghost! How could a ghost appear in this place?"
"Damn it, there are just too many of them!"
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
A vast array of translucent, grotesque phantoms surged forth from the ground, interspersed with some ghosts that appeared even more solid.
Individually, they are not particularly strong. As long as you know how to counter them and make sufficient preparations, an average, strong adult can defeat them.
But once the quantity increases, quantitative change will instantly lead to qualitative change.
A barrage of negative emotions continued to assault the spirits of the surrounding young dragons and their retinues. The incorporeal ghosts possessed the ability to drain life force; a single touch could drain the stamina and life force of any creature.
A half-orc was unfortunately surrounded by a large group of ghosts. Grayish-white shadows, like schools of fish, swept through his body. His once tall and strong body quickly withered, his elastic skin became dry and wrinkled, and he lay on the ground, gradually losing his breath.
In contrast, the young dragons fared much better. Their innate magic resistance, coupled with abundant magical power within them, meant that even if they were accidentally touched by a ghost, they would not suffer any serious harm in the short term.
Even the white dragon hatchlings that faced the first wave of impact all survived.
Some of the clever young dragons had already realized what was happening and took off running back the way they came.
However, some of the less intelligent ones, unwilling to part with the precious ice and treasure on the ground, actually decided to fight those ghosts to the death.
A young blue dragon angrily spread its wings and unleashed a dazzling breath at the approaching ghosts.
Boom!!
A blinding flash of lightning struck, and more than a dozen ghostly phantoms were instantly shattered, turning into gray-white particles that dissipated into the air.
In the blink of an eye, several times more ghosts than before surged in from all directions, surrounding them in layers.
They were like spider silk or moths drawn to a flame. Even as they were repeatedly shattered by the young blue dragon, they continued to rush forward until they completely overwhelmed him.
Thor glanced back briefly and discovered that his two blood relatives were cleverly following behind him.
It seems that my usual teaching has worked. Through scolding and beating, I have successfully helped them get rid of the arrogance and mania in Honglong's bones.
He didn't know how many people would survive this time. Just from the glance he had just made, the number of orcs had already been reduced by half.
The young dragons fared better; thanks to their innate magic resistance, most of them could break through the ghosts' attacks as long as they didn't linger in battle.
Once we crawl out of the mine we came from and return to the entrance of the Great Rift, we can reunite with the young blue dragon, and then we should be safe.
Looking at the ghosts that he had left far behind, Thor felt a little more at ease and secretly rejoiced at his own caution.
He kept running forward, but after more than ten minutes, his expression became increasingly serious, and he finally stopped completely.
Have I seen that rock before?
True dragons generally have excellent memories and can clearly remember the location of every gold coin in their treasure, so they absolutely do not believe that they could be wrong.
In other words, I had been going around in circles the whole time.
Was this caused by magic? Was it a maze-like illusion? Or a labyrinth technique?
"Damn it! Looks like we can't escape this time. I just hope they're just some ordinary ghosts and not some terrifying thing."
Two crimson figures appeared in the distance. Sistana and Calp, like dogs being chased, led a large group of ghosts towards them.
Realizing he couldn't escape, Thor immediately focused his mind on the giant spinning wheel in his head, and in the next instant, two pieces of burning coal appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Since fire is scarce in the environment, we can use fuel instead.
Thor grabbed two pieces of black coal and began to devour them with his gaping maw.
By the time Sistana and Kalp reached him, he had already swallowed the two pieces of burning coals whole, his chest and abdomen bulging high, and he suddenly vomited them forward.
A thin flame emerged from his throat, gleaming with a dazzling, scorching white light. At first, it was only as thick as a wrist, but it grew rapidly in the wind, eventually becoming a river of flames nearly twenty meters long with a front end exceeding five meters.
As a low-level undead creature of the ghost type, ghosts are immune to physical attacks to a certain extent, but they are afraid of light, fire, and electricity. The negative energy and spirit that make up their bodies are not stable enough, and they will dissipate on their own when subjected to a slightly stronger impact.
Dozens or even hundreds of ghosts were engulfed by the raging flames, melting away as quickly as snowflakes under the scorching sun.
The soul particles that should have returned to the River Styx suddenly veered in mid-air and flew towards Thor, as if captured by some force.
Spiritual Essence Fragment +0.5.
Spiritual Essence Fragment +0.5.
Spiritual Essence Fragment +0.5.
……
A flood of blue text began to appear, and for every ghost that died, Thor would gain 0.5 essence.
At the moment of death, an undead creature experiences a burst of extreme emotions, which, along with its shattered soul, are absorbed by the giant wheel in its mind.
This made him suddenly realize that perhaps the reason why the creatures he had killed before provided so many fragments of spiritual energy when they died was because they also contained some fragments of their souls.
Won't doing this incur the wrath of the gods? You know, the most valuable currency in this world is the soul.
Those with faith will go to the realm of gods after death, while those without faith will fall into the River Styx and be under the jurisdiction of the god of death.
Now that he's taken a cut out of the middle for no reason, I wonder if it will attract attention.
But then he realized that he wasn't the only one in this world who could steal souls. Demons, devils, necromancers, sorcerers... any evil creature that hadn't manipulated souls would be embarrassed to even open its mouth.
If they can take it, why can't I?
The overwhelming specters before Thor suddenly changed in his eyes, becoming gleaming spiritual essence.
Since there's no way to escape now, let's make a big scene first and deal with everything else later, let's just grab the essence first.
Another pillar of orange-red fire spewed from Thor's mouth, tearing a huge hole in the swarm of flying ghosts with the force of a plow sweeping across the land.
Feeling the gradually waning firepower within him, he tapped the giant wheel in his mind once more, and a large chunk of black coal and a bottle of strong liquor painted with a fire dragon landed simultaneously on his claws.
With just a sip of strong liquor and a sip of coal, he continuously spewed out billowing flames while eating, creating a small sea of fire around himself.
"Burn! Burn! Burn! I'll burn you all to ashes! Hehahaha!!"