Goblin Dependency
Chapter 103 - 78 Favored Evil Knight

Chapter 103: Chapter 78 Favored Evil Knight

Pink arcane light flickered, as the gradually dissipating magic particles turned into starry specks, fading away in the air.

Ingram shifted his gaze from the two individuals controlled by the [Human Immobilization Spell] in the forest ahead.

Without the physical boost granted by Professional Level, once they succumb to the erosion of Magic Power at the start, it becomes exceedingly difficult to break free in a short period.

He paid no heed to the blood and flesh clinging to his fingertips.

He bent down, cupping the Tomb Guardian’s head with both hands, placing it neatly atop the skeleton, at the position of the skull.

The old man was no Undead Mage, and the ritual book he gave him contained no spells.

An ordinary person, dead with a single blow of a hammer.

The guards escorting him took a bit more effort, though.

But compared to himself, who’s close to getting a job, they were still far behind.

Two blows, or three?

It didn’t matter.

"Huff..."

A breeze stirred the fallen leaves.

The Tomb Guardian’s blood and flesh on the head quickly melted away like sludge.

The bones trembled, as if some invisible force was brewing above the talisman array, trying to piece together the bones.

"No rush."

The sheriff whispered.

The blood-dripping hand already gripped the iron handle of the Edged Hammer at his waist.

Bang—

The metal whistled through the air.

Blood and flesh mixed with bones splattered like fruit juice upon the hammer’s impact.

Tim, utterly turned into an Undead, devoid of consciousness, fell backward to the ground.

His shoulders empty.

The sheriff remained calm, even showing a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Betting his family’s safety and his future, placing it thoughtlessly on the opposite side of the scale.

Ignoring the predictable great risks, stepping into the vortex of danger out of a pathetic sense of optimism.

Not worth sympathizing with.

Just thinking about breathing the same air as such a person made him feel sick.

"Hopefully, in Mengzhong City, there will be fewer people like this."

In his palm, radiant Holy Light emerged.

"Pfft!"

The fingertips, enveloped in divine radiance, under the influence of Sun Divine Power, eroded the blood and flesh already thoroughly corrupted by the Undead aura.

Unhesitatingly, he shoved it into the body’s spine.

The well-built muscles of his forearm surged with strength,

pulling sharply!

"Crunch!"

The grating sound of bone and flesh separating reverberated through the forest, making one’s teeth ache.

A few drops of blood spattered on Ingram’s handsome, chiseled, fair face.

In his right hand was Tim’s entire spine.

The sensation of blood trickling down his cheeks left a slight itch, and he instinctively wiped it with his free left hand, smearing half his face red.

He didn’t mind.

He bent down once again, aligning the vertebrae vertically at the center of the skeleton according to human anatomy.

Nearly complete.

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

"Just a bit more."

Ingram straightened up, catching with his peripheral vision the clearly slender, two sizes smaller than a regular person’s right hand on the skeleton.

Just a step away from accomplishing the plan, fragmented thoughts mixed with scattered images flashed in his mind.

A rubbish-strewn alley, a towering figure intentionally knocking down a fallen drunkard, leaving a few pages of a leather book on the ground;

A hotel room lights up, a man in sheriff uniform with guards hurriedly strides, a humanoid silhouette exuding Undead aura writhes in the shadows by the road;

A vast, somber graveyard, a blond man gently places the leather book and bone whistle in hand on the steps of a small house...

And the night, filled with storm and thunder, standing before a makeshift tent patched with holes, clutching a cold One-handed Hammer in hand.

"Joey..."

Ingram’s gaze suddenly paused.

A complex emotion flickered on his face that had remained unemotional from the start.

Soon it subsided.

He could recall vividly the moment he tore the fabric at the tent’s entrance, seeing the other’s terrified, bloodless face, even the shivering thin body due to the cold.

"Lord, forgive me."

He acted swiftly; the other should not have felt much pain.

"I hope in your next life, you’ll be born into a good family."

"Not having to worry about filling your stomach like in this life."

"Nor like me..."

The skeleton composed of bones from different bodies shook violently, twisted and deformed.

Ingram straightened up, moving toward the edge of the forest, toward the small figure wrapped in pink light.

A Half orc, and also a Pagan.

The pages he ripped from the leather book clearly stated:

The more devout a Pagan’s faith, the better the effect of the ritual.

A few days ago, when he encountered this short stature, he paid no mind, nor did he consider him a target.

After all, with the way Half orcs interact with their Divine, it was hard to describe them as "devout."

But unexpectedly, the target’s belief was actually in the Goddess of fortune, "Taimola," and, based on what his informant at the Full Bag of Gold described, was clearly not an ordinary follower.

"Then there was no other way."

He pulled out a dagger from his waist, slightly lifted it, aiming at the other’s soft, fragile neck.

The bones were already complete, and the final step of the ritual was to fill the symbols on the array with the Pagan’s blood.

Then, his long-prepared plan would finally come to fruition.

[Holy Slash], [Divine Perception], and two years ago, discovered under a cultist’s bed, [Insect Swarm].

Three Battle Skills and Skills, along with the final step:

"Orchestrate an Undead sacrifice ritual, and personally slay the summoned entity."

He would then obtain a Professional Level, truly becoming a professional.

Becoming one of the variants of the "Paladin" profession,

— [Favored Evil Knight]

To be honest, he actually knew little about this profession itself.

If it weren’t for the Priest in the church, who, after he submitted the [Insect Swarm], generously shared some information about the "Favored Evil Knight," he wouldn’t have even heard of this Paladin variant.

Even after learning a path to profession advancement from the other, Ingram initially did not intend to take the job.

After all, compared to the clearly outlined path, with wide applicability of the "Paladin," the path of advancement for the "Favored Evil Knight" wasn’t so easily traceable.

Until that night, the Priest made a promise regarding "Mengzhong City."

As long as he successfully transitioned into the profession, he would receive a letter of introduction from the priest, to go and take up a position in Mengzhong City.

And Mengzhong City was almost the place closest to "Lord" on the Aifala Continent.

How could he refuse?

The metallic chill of the dagger handle filled his palm, he gripped tightly, the short blade moving toward the half orc’s neck.

But at that moment, a slight but distinct noise came from beside him.

Looking over,

he saw on the other side, the black-haired youth also held immobile by the [Human Immobilization Spell].

His body under the pink glow seemed...

to tremble slightly.