Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 330 - 42 Desperate Charge_1

Chapter 330: Chapter 42 Desperate Charge_1

Over a hundred ghosts, partially material and partially ethereal, seemed to float as they walked towards Catherine, their feet barely touching the ground.

Though they’re now nothing more than vague white shadows, you could still make out their goblin-like figures from before, through their face and body shape. Draped in confusion, they flailed their random weapons and slowly closed in on us. They seemed aimless but Catherine knew better. Undead creatures are hypersensitive to both the living and the dead. They had obviously locked us up in their sights; they were just a bit closer to revealing their innate brutality - a loathing they have always had for the living.

"Watch your back!" Mimosa screamed. Distracted by her and Three-color Pansy’s sudden retreat, Catherine was taken by surprise when a ghost cut off their retreat, providing the prime opportunity for the giant war puppet. Prompted by Mimosa’s shout, she instinctively scrambled, attempting to take cover behind her shield as much as possible without even taking a moment to look behind.

With a "thud", Catherine took her first hit from the giant puppet, enduring it head-on. The fist, nearly half a person’s height, swept across sideways just above ground level and slammed solidly into Catherine’s body. Without any shield to deflect or any skill to shelter, she was left to brace it all with her flesh alone. Now, she truly realized why this legion-level war puppet was such a potent weapon. Despite the simple fist swing without any elaborate movement or force accumulation, it held unimaginable power. A single blow shattered her temporary Aggression Shield, sending her flying into the air.

In mid-air, Catherine spat out a mouthful of blood, still conscious and frantically adjusting her posture to land safely once the force of the swing wore off. This way, she managed to prevent any severe injuries to Vivian, who was on her back.

"Cough, cough." Upon landing, Catherine began to cough violently, blood spraying from her mouth again onto her silver chainmail: "I should’ve never lost focus during a fight. How embarrassing."

"Miss Catherine." Three-color Pansy and Mimosa rushed to Catherine’s side just in time to hold her up as she swayed, "Are you alright? Are you badly injured?"

"It’s okay... As compared to the armored bulls, this puppet isn’t that much of a challenge." Catherine replied with a forced smile as she downed her third Healing Potion. The medicinal effect has already started to wear off due to three consecutive uses in a short period, but Catherine didn’t have time to be concerned about this. She handed the remaining potion to the maid sisters, "There’s no time. You two share this potion and drink it. I’ll charge through the ghosts that are closing in from behind; I’ll lead the way. If it’s just these 100 or so ghosts ahead, there’s a slim chance we could bump into a route. Then, you two can just rush out along that. And yeah, carry Vivian, will you? If I don’t follow up soon, just find a safer place to wait for a half-hour. Once she wakes up, she’ll lead you out."

"But we, you..." A reluctance held in Three-color Pansy’s face. Although she wanted to volunteer to distract some of the ghosts so that her sister and Catherine could escape, her years of habit held her back; she couldn’t verbalize such thoughts. Instead, she was shocked at herself for having such a thought.

"Let’s not talk much." Catherine said with a bitter smile as she shook her head, "I took a punch upfront. At least a third of my internal organs have suffered damage. With a healing potion that has reduced medicinal power, there’s only so much I can recover. It can only act as an emergency aid. It’s unlikely that I will get far after charging through the ghost’s formation before my injury relapses. Don’t worry. If my injury miraculously doesn’t worsen, I’ll keep up. We don’t have time for hesitations. Let’s move."

Although Catherine appeared vigorous, there was a foreboding flush creeping onto her face. It was similar to the deathbed phenomenon of ’Terminal Lucidity’, but she either didn’t feel it or didn’t care now. She lifted her Falcon Shield up once more and after thinking for a moment, she dropped her backup knight sword from her right hand and swapped it for the more robust Magicsteel Shield. Tossing the heavy backpack into a corner, she laughed at herself, "Who’d have thought I would also have a day of ditching these valuable supplies. How ridiculous."

Having dropped all her burdens, Catherine gave a light cough and banged the shields against each other, producing a crisp sound, "Now’s the time. Charge with me, let’s live."

"For survival." The two maid girls could feel an overwhelming and somber atmosphere from deep within, they instinctively echoed the battle cry as they charged alongside Catherine towards the swarm of hazy ghosts, leaving behind the giant war puppet that was tenaciously lagging behind—his stomping footsteps booming louder and louder.

The closer to the ghost, the more one could feel its terror. Although the ghost was not powerful, this fear was not one of facing a more powerful being, but rather an innate fear of the undead and the unknown. Even the most powerful beings, even demigods who could sweep away countless undead with a wave of the hand, couldn’t avoid this fear. However, as their mental quality was often higher due to their strength, this fear couldn’t cause any disturbance to them.

The appearance of ghosts is frozen at the moment of their death. Technically, they should all look different. However, all of these goblins looked surprisingly similar. No fatal wounds appeared on them, and they kept their bewildered expression as if they were unaware of their imminent death.

This was a very strange phenomenon and would be hard to notice unless encountered in large numbers as it was occurring now. However, Catherine had no time to ponder these issues. Perhaps, these questions should be left to the next person visiting this place.

As she got closer to the ghost group, Catherine felt more and more powerful. Her aggression was burning wildly, and her strength was condensing at an unprecedented level. For a moment, she even felt omnipotent. Compress, compress, and compress again, the aggression generated endlessly and compressed layer by layer on the aggression shield, making it more solid and difficult to shake.

"For victory, charge!" Catherine raised her head and let out the loudest shout of her life, then hurled herself into the group of ghosts.

The ghosts, straddling the line between reality and unreality, were not as fragile as the air. When hit, it felt like hitting a soft colloid. Although it couldn’t harm them, with the force of the impact and using the power of the Aggression as a medium, the ghosts in front and on both sides of Catherine were each knocked away, like cutting through a field of wheat, leaving a clear gap. The Maid sisters knew they had no room for hesitation. A second of delay would result in irreversible consequences, so they followed closely behind Catherine, rushing into the ghosts through the gap. The ghosts that hadn’t been hit head-on didn’t daze. Their bewildered expressions had been replaced by frenzied instincts. Their bizarre weapons hacked down like rain at the foremost Catherine. However, they were blocked by Catherine’s aggression shield and caused no harm.

"Thud, thud, thud." The continuous sound of impacts kept ringing. Two shields formed a cone shape in front and beside Catherine, causing the impacted ghosts to fly sideways continuously. It seemed that the hope of escape was getting closer and closer. However, at this moment, Catherine, who was rushing forward, suddenly staggered, suppressed a violent coughing fit, and her speed noticeably slowed down. The hearts of the Maid sisters immediately plummeted into despair. They understood what this sudden cough represented. This meant that the effect of the healing potion was declining faster than expected, and the uncontrollable injury condition appeared sooner than predicted.

"Get out of my way." Once the coughing stopped, Catherine roared in anger, the aggression burning on her body flared even more vigorously, she swung her right hand forward with all her might, and the Magicsteel shield flew out while spinning. The aggression condensed on the shield emitted a dazzling light, as all the ghosts on the path in front were knocked to the sides by the power of the flying shield, revealing a path to escape.

"Go." As soon as Catherine spoke, her voice was already hoarse. She didn’t keep running forward, but grabbed the two maids, one in each hand, along with Vivian behind the Pansy, and threw them along the cleared path, out of the most dangerous area.

"Miss Catherine." Unresisting the power of the professional, Pansy and Mimosa were forcibly thrown out. As soon as they landed, they turned back eagerly to find, to their horror, that Catherine had not followed them. Instead, she was kneeling on one knee on the ground, covering her mouth with her right hand, coughing heartbreakingly. From the gaps between her fingers, bright red blood seeped out, unstoppable.

The knocked-away undead were unharmed, meanwhile, the undead on both sides were not idle either. The life-saving path painstakingly opened quickly closed up, wrapping Catherine layer by layer. The wild undead showed no mercy for the living, mechanically raising their weapons and hacking at the kneeling Catherine. Although each attack was repelled by the aggression shield, struggling Catherine found it increasingly challenging to maintain the shield, and the light of aggression grew dimmer.

Behind, the giant legion-level war puppet had already pursued within thirty meters, reaching the edge of the ghost territory. But the event the two maids were hoping for didn’t happen. The ghosts didn’t turn to attack the giant puppet; instead, they continued to press towards Catherine. Correspondingly, the puppet didn’t attack the ghosts either. The puppet’s target remained locked on Catherine, without any slack. With the puppet approaching step by step, the ghosts around the puppet’s landing points astonishingly dispersed proactively, not interfering with each other at all. (To be continued. If you like this novel, please come to qidian.com to vote for it and support us. Your support is our greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read)