Chapter 16: The Abnormal Vengeful Spirit

A wave of icy cold swept over the group, and almost everyone immediately felt the heavy oppressive chill. The immense pressure was almost suffocating. What was going on? Meanwhile, the black knights and skeleton warriors on the other side seemed to suddenly be infused with souls and vitality, radiating fierce murderous intent. Even the faint black mist on the black knights’ swords surged violently, with dark light flowing like water across the blades, indicating that the black knights were enhancing their magical power in preparation for battle.

“Hehe, there are two girls left. Hmm, one of them is half-breed, with a pretty good figure—comparable to mine back in the day.” Seemed to be stirred by past grievances, more murderous intent came through Komer’s telepathy. “Hmph, and that elf girl too—I’ll turn her into the true Dark Elf Queen of this world!”

Rebri, Mihajevich, and the others immediately became alert upon sensing the waves of murderous intent. Although they couldn’t trace these invisible waves that came and went like tides, they were in an ancient underground castle where anything could happen. This aura was by no means friendly. Rebri and Mihajevich realized that their group might now truly be facing a crisis, with the earlier skirmishes merely a prelude.

“Hehe, kid, it seems your companions are still preparing for a big fight. Too bad your strength is too weak. It’s unlikely you and your friends will get a chance for a spectacular show. Have you heard the term ‘crushing like dry grass and rotten wood’? You’re just dry grass and rotten wood! Hahaha! Let my children show you a performance! Children, it’s your turn to perform!”

Sharp, manic laughter echoed through telepathy. Though it couldn’t cause any real harm to Komer, the opponent’s arrogance and arrogance made her furious. This was an extremely abnormal woman. Perhaps living in this dark environment had completely twisted her mind. Coupled with her powerful transformation abilities, Komer still couldn’t determine whether she had a physical body at all—whether she was an energy entity, possessed her original body, or had taken over someone else’s body.

As heavy footsteps approached from behind the eager skeleton warriors and the indifferent black knights, Komer and his group turned their gaze into the darkness. Their heavy breathing sounded like broken bellows working frantically—was it a giant beast or a monster? Komer and his companions’ hearts were in their throats; it was clear they were now trapped in a hopeless situation. Although the black knights and skeleton warriors didn’t show any aggressive behavior yet, their imposing aura made it obvious they had already regarded them as prey.

Two massive figures finally appeared behind the agitated skeleton warriors. While the others were merely surprised, Rebrí, Mihajović, and Newman’s expressions changed rapidly—Newman even turned a terrified grayish color. Komer had initially been skeptical, but after seeing their faces, he confirmed his suspicions. This was truly bad luck!

“Ding, ding, ding…” Newman, whose face was pale as clay, tried to shrink behind the others. “Th-those are Giant Warriors! My gods, these are the legendary ancient deities from the same era as the dragons. How could they appear here? Oh, my eyes must be hallucinating. I don’t believe it!”

Hearing Newman’s words, Rebrí and Mihajović, who were already convinced, felt even more despair. The Giant Clan was not the same as the Giant Race—the latter being just a branch of humans. The Giant Clan was said to be descendants of the earth goddess Gaia. Though this legend was somewhat fantastical, it was enough to show how unique their race was. Legends claimed the Giant Clan possessed infinite strength; as long as their bodies remained on the land, their power was inexhaustible. Moreover, the earth goddess granted them natural healing abilities, allowing them to recover gradually from even severe injuries as long as they didn’t die immediately. Thus, in the legendary War of Light and Dark, they were said to have fought at the forefront as the bravest warriors.

“Not only giant warriors, but also giant zombies—I can’t imagine who could possibly kill those giant warriors and turn them into zombies. Lord, it seems we’ll hardly be able to escape this time. I can’t think of any way to deal with these two creatures. I might still be able to handle the black knights, but against giant zombies, I’m afraid we’re powerless.” At this moment, Rebrí became calmer. Since escape was impossible, panic was useless and only added to his worries.

His vacant gaze swept over Komer and his group. The giant warriors had stopped, seemingly waiting for the next order. The massive double-bladed axes in their huge hands resembled the weapons favored by barbarian soldiers, but their dark color and gloomy sheen indicated that these axes were by no means ordinary.

“Kid, what do you think? How do you like my two giant warriors? Want those two knight companions to test them? No, no, that’s not enough. I have even better things to show you.” The words transmitted through telepathy made Komer feel that this twisted spirit hiding in the darkness resembled a nagging little woman who loved to show off her power to outsiders. Perhaps it was simply too lonely; having such an opportunity, how could it waste it easily?

Another series of rapid footsteps echoed, like deer pounding the ground or foxes skimming the air. A silver light mixed with dark purple flashed across the square. Even Komer didn’t have time to see what it was—only that a small, delicate object was spinning rapidly through the square. The cold aura it emitted carried a hint of fierce violence.

“What is that?” That was probably the question on everyone’s mind. It was about half the height of a normal person, with extremely sharp-looking limbs. Its delicate face showed no extra expressions, its gaze filled only with brutality. It wore a somewhat comical leather cloak that made one feel as if a centipede or scorpion had suddenly crawled onto their back—providing an uncomfortable and unsettling sensation.

“It seems like a dwarf, but with something like this showing up suddenly, do you think it’s an ordinary dwarf?” Mihajević glanced sourly at Rebrí, who was also gasping for breath with gritted teeth.

“Uh, it seems you know this thing?” Rebrí retorted.
“A Soul Devouring Dwarf. If I’m not mistaken, we’ve encountered one of the top killers among undead creatures. The Soul Devouring Dwarf is a legendary being—I’ve only heard of it. It’s said to be created from the condensedresentment energy of multiple dead beings by a shapeshifting dwarf after death. Looking at its hands, they must have been refined using the Sand of Haunted Souls from the Dead Sea. It’s invincible; once it touches human skin, it can drain a person’s vital energy. An ordinary person will lose their life force and turn into a zombie in just one touch. Even the strongest martial artists or mighty magicians can only shatter it at the fastest speed before it gets close—otherwise, there’s no saving them.” Mihajić said with a bitter expression. “To find such a thing in Damalsk Fortress is no wonder this place is called a land cursed by demons. It seems we’ve underestimated it.”
Rebrí and Mihajić’s words reached Kommer, who was still in telepathic contact. He also knew that the guy hiding in the darkness wasn’t just bluffing. Even if he and his companions managed to escape, Newman, Lomei, Grace, and Finitz would surely not be able to get away. How could he break this deadlock?
“Kid, what do you say? Your two companions have some insight. Nice—this is a Soul Devouring Dwarf I created. I’ve never used it before. In this hellish place full of monsters and dead things, it’s useless anyway. Now that you’re here, it can finally be put to use.” Another wave of telepathic signals came from that damned guy, bragging as usual. “Kid, I think I still have a lot to show you. But it seems you won’t last that long. Deal with them first, haha!”
“Wait, can’t we talk? Maybe killing us isn’t the best solution. Don’t you get bored staying here alone?” Kommer calmed himself down and sent a telepathic reply. Angering the other party now wasn’t a good idea. If he could avoid direct confrontation, he certainly didn’t want to waste time arguing with a twisted spirit.
“Talk? About what? What’s there to talk about? You’ve invaded my sacred territory. The only way out is to become my children—no exceptions. There’s nothing to talk about!” The spirit reacted extremely quickly, appearing in an instant.

“What is the purpose of your guardianship? Don’t you have a clear goal? I don’t believe you stay here just because you like this life. Maybe we can help you solve this mystery or help you find the person you’re waiting for.” Komer tentatively revealed his intentions.

“Hehe, kid, you’re quite interesting. If you had been born three hundred years earlier, maybe I could have given you some advice, but now, hehe, I’m powerless.” The reaction suddenly became abnormal, and the opponents watching from across also showed signs of movement.

A small outburst!