Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 737: Door to the Past - Restless Undead (Two - s combined, one update today)_2

Chapter 737: Door to the Past - Restless Undead (Two Chapters combined, one update today)_2

"What if it doesn’t go smoothly?" Kyle suddenly squinted, adopting a somewhat amused expression, and calmly said, "If it doesn’t go well, it might take a long time."

"Indeed." Almost simultaneously with Kyle, Flare’s smile also turned odd, "If it doesn’t go smoothly, it might take many instances of five minutes. Heh, I didn’t expect... really didn’t expect such a thing. Danacus’ Grimreaper Power sure is strange – it even fooled the Life Force. I’ve got to admire these worshippers."

Just a few seconds after Kyle and Flare, the others almost simultaneously sensed an uncomfortable energy emanating from within the idol. It filled up the prayer room slowly but swiftly and continually expanded its range, threatening to engulf the whole temple. Without needing an explanation, everyone understood. These ardently faithful Undead used some special method to concentrate their Power of Death and Soul Fire into the idol, which symbolized Danacus’s will. The properties of the idol naturally concealed this death energy, which caused discomfort to the living, and it also naturally fooled Flare’s Life Force. This is why Flare had not detected any trace of death energy within the bodies and skeletal remains of these fanatics during her previous inspection, mistaking them for ordinary corpses.

"Fire." Philarx was the first to move. He lifted his bony, skeletal finger and spoke the single syllable. Accompanying his simplest of chants, a huge Pillar of Fire appeared out of thin air from the top of the temple, carrying with it scorching heat and powerful energy. It crashed onto the idol from above, causing a violent explosion. The surroundings were engulfed by intense heat and smoke. However, post-explosion, the idol was unscathed, despite the temperature being sufficient to melt steel and stone. Not even a single piece of stone fell off. The majestic face upon the idol was like a mockery against Philarx’s futile attack.

"Don’t attack the idol." Kyle’s voice, steady, advised as he gripped the hilt of his sword behind his back. "Take advantage of the time before the undead awaken, Philarx, use area-wide attacks to clear the field as much as possible. Maya, use the World of Light to assist in Philarx’s magic. Christo, launch a barrage of Energy Bullets. Your Majesty, aim your Life Arrows at the strongest foes. The rest of you, join me in forming a defensive formation to protect their primary attacking positions and prevent them from being attacked. Lady Mina, I’m not familiar with your humanoid combat style, but I believe it revolves around physical attacks. Stay with us and help defend. If you have other methods of combat, you decide the course of action, don’t worry, I’ll adjust accordingly."

"Thunder!" Philarx pointed towards the sky. Large arcs of electricity crackled into existence around the circle of people, cackling and moving quickly along the ground like living spiders. Without even hitting any objects, a burnt smell filled the air. Thousands of tiny electrical arcs covered the nearly thousand corpses sitting around the idol. Some of the corpses were already slightly moving; others remained immobile like regular corpses. Regardless of whether they had reacted or not, the dense arcs struck them mercilessly.

"Water." Philarx detracted his pointed finger from the sky and uttered another command. A massive amount of water rained down on the undead like a cloudburst. While the water itself posed no threat, its introduction heightened the power of the electricity—it enabled the electrical arcs’ energy to form circuits. Instead of each undead receiving only a fraction of the electric arcs, they were now hit by the sum of all. For a moment, the prayer room was flooded with bright light, as dazzling as staring directly at the sun. While the electrical arcs didn’t inflict any substantial damage on the powerful undead, they significantly slowed them down, making their movements sluggish.

The bright electric light flashed, but it was not the brightest moment—there was something brighter. Maya suddenly swooped up towards the high ceiling of the prayer room. With every beat of her wings, a myriad of Light Feathers appeared, along with the loud chanting of the Light Winged Human. "Great Lord of Light, your child seeks your guidance. Let your holy and majestic Light of Judgment rain down, sweeping away all darkness in the world. Allow no refuge for the wicked, fill the world with your radiant light."

As Maya’s chanting ceased, the myriad of Light Feathers burst open. Each feather was like a tiny sun, flooding the prayer room with resplendent light. This was a light without heat – pure luminosity which was lethal and destructive to the darkness-oriented Power of Death. In this world of light, all enemies were surrounded by the holy Light of Judgment. All the skeletal remains, whether they were already rushing towards the people, just beginning to move, or were yet to regain vitality, rose in black smoke. The smoke vanished into the air as soon as it left the remains, purified by the omnipresent light.