School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 89 --Eruption of Ghosts

Just as Finn was about to speak, Quincy "shushed" him with a gesture, asking for silence.

The vast temple atop the mountain peak fell eerily quiet, the sound of a pin drop seemingly audible. This in itself was abnormal.

Another small cluster of bubbles surfaced.

Quincy lowered his body, leaning in to get a closer look.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh," something leaped out of the water, almost colliding face-to-face with him.

The sea race members nearby saw only a dark, indistinct shadow, but their screams had already started.

Only Owen and Finn, in the haste of the moment, managed to see clearly.

It was a creature resembling a wolf, with a head, tail, and limbs like a hunting dog, but its body was covered in rough, cracked skin, not like animal fur, but more akin to tree bark.

Furthermore, its deeply sunken eye sockets didn’t contain eyes but were instead filled with flickering crimson ghost flames.

The creature emerged directly towards Quincy, opening its wide mouth unceremoniously, lunging straight for his throat.

Its jaw could open to an astonishing 120 degrees, seemingly large enough to swallow Quincy’s head whole.

The distance between them was too short, almost in the blink of an eye, Quincy seemed in imminent danger.

Yet, Quincy, with his extraordinary skills, dodged even before his expression of surprise faded.

He then flicked his hand, unleashing a stream of flame-like water.

The creature let out a piercing shriek and vanished in a puff of smoke.

Stanbeck’s face, previously filled with terror, brightened:

"So, it’s just a ghost. I thought it was a Demon."

These creatures had no physical form; they were merely ghosts.

They had all been misled by the earlier stories, thinking that abyssal creatures, or Demons, were still suppressed under the temple.

This initial belief had driven their extreme fear and panic.

Now, their fear transformed into excitement. Ghosts weren’t as terrifying as they had thought.

Instead, the occurrence of this anomaly in the temple indicated they were definitely on the right track.

As the group was still reveling in their excitement, the well underwent another change.

The entire surface of the water began bubbling furiously, the bubbles becoming more numerous and denser.

It was as if a fire had been lit underneath, and the water was close to boiling.

Ripples upon ripples surged up, crashing against the sides of the well.

Instead of dissipating, the ripples grew more violent, spreading wider and stronger until they formed actual waves.

The faces of the sea race members turned uneasy.

Swallowing hard, Finn said, "If one bubble represents one ghost, then so many bubbles..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood the implication.

Quincy roared, "Everyone back off, this might be a ghost tide!"

The sea race members didn’t hesitate, and Owen, not one to show off, let the arcanergy in his body flow, covering himself and others like Erin and Finn in Gold Divine Dragon blood and a layer of holy light.

Quincy, though seemingly knowledgeable about the well’s secret mechanism, appeared unaware of the consequences.

In a panic, he shouted, "Hold your breath, hold your breath—"

As his words fell, the water surface suddenly exploded.

It was as if an active volcano lay beneath the well, erupting abruptly. The eruption wasn’t lava but countless, bizarrely shaped ghosts!

Some looked like humans, others like beasts, plants, or even a mix of all three...

The number of creatures bursting forth from the well was overwhelming.

It was impossible to observe individuals as the spectacular cloud of black smoke, like volcanic ash, shot into the sky and spread in all directions.

The most terrifying aspect was that each ghost opened its mouth to emit a piercing, ear-splitting howl, filled with pain and rage.

Without needing a reminder, everyone instinctively used arcanergy to block their ears.

But it was already too late. The sound resonated in everyone’s minds, causing them to sway and stagger, their vision blurred and senses disoriented.

Most of the ghosts that surged out headed upwards, but a few circled above Owen and his group before swooping back down.

The group hardly dared to breathe.

The ghosts hovered in front of Owen, their eyes flickering with a manic crimson light against the holy golden glow, their faces twisted with malevolence.

They seemed innately hostile to Owen’s holy light.

One ghost ventured closer and extended a hand to touch the golden light, only to instantly emit black smoke from its body.

Recoiling as if electrocuted, it quickly retreated, throwing the swarm of ghosts into momentary disarray.

As for the ghosts weaving through the sea race members, they seemed to regard them as mere statues, soon drifting away.

Owen looked up at the sky, realizing that there were too many ghosts swirling above.

They filled the airspace over Heartstealer Island, rapidly changing the weather.

The wind began to pick up.

Twenty seconds passed.

Forty seconds passed.

With every second, tens of thousands of ghosts emerged, amounting to hundreds of thousands in a short span.

Yet, the eruption from the well showed no sign of slowing.

Outside the mountain, hurricanes began to form, growing from small sand whirls into massive funnels, one end touching the sky and the other the ground.

The most terrifying aspect was that these hurricanes were advancing towards the mountain.

With ghosts in front and a sandstorm behind, the faces of the sea race members turned pale with fear.

As time passed, the faces of the sea race members grew increasingly red, almost reaching the color of liver due to the strain of holding their breath.

Unable to bear it any longer, a few of the sea race masters couldn’t help but exhale, taking deep breaths.

The sound of their heavy breathing was completely drowned out by the howling wind.

However, the sudden movement caught the attention of hundreds of ghosts drifting in the air.

They abruptly halted and turned their heads in unison towards the source of the disturbance.

Those unfortunate enough to have breathed freely for just a few seconds suddenly found themselves under attack.

Ghosts swarmed towards them, plunging directly into their heads.

They tried to resist, but the ghosts were too many. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Lacking a physical form and without the abnormal strength of someone like Quincy, the ghosts invaded their minds without hindrance.

There was a faint pop, almost as if Owen could hear it.

The souls of these masters shattered, like balloons being burst.

The scene was so horrifying that no one dared to intervene.

From the perspective of the bystanders, hundreds of ghosts were seen entering these masters through their eyes, noses, ears, and mouths.

The victims stood dazed for a brief two or three seconds before suddenly descending into madness, screaming and clutching their heads.

Their eyes turned red, saliva dripping from their mouths, resembling individuals in the throes of rabies.

They didn’t attack other sea race members but instead ran wildly about, slamming into walls, not stopping even as they bled from multiple injuries.

After all, imagine having dozens of ghosts battling and screeching in one’s mind, like a group of people with loudspeakers fighting in a playground, causing headaches for anyone nearby.

Moreover, the battlefield was within their minds, the place where the souls of all races reside.

Its importance and fragility were self-evident.

In just over ten seconds, these individuals collapsed to the ground, lifeless, blood oozing from their orifices.

The onlookers were terrified, their hearts racing with fear.

The problem was that the faster their hearts beat, the harder it became to hold their breath.

Even the whales among the sea race had to surface for air, let alone on Heartstealer Island, where the conditions were no different from land.

The sea race members all needed to breathe.

Most of them couldn’t hold their breath any longer.

Their faces turned a purplish-red hue from the strain, but the ghost eruption from the well showed no signs of stopping.

It was a choice between suffocation and being penetrated by a ghost - both leading to death...

One master of the sea race couldn’t bear it any longer and roared: "You damned bastards, I’ll kill you all!"

As he spoke, water swirled around his hands, and he drew his coral sword from his waist.

Seeing this, over a hundred ghosts in the sky turned back and rushed towards the master.

The master swung his sword with a look of determination, accepting his fate.

But his arcanergy-imbued sword passed right through the ghosts’ bodies, and they entered his body instead.

Within ten seconds, he collapsed to the ground, bleeding from every orifice, just like the others who had tried to resist.

Other masters who had thought about fighting back immediately covered their mouths in fear.

Quincy could kill the ghosts, but they couldn’t.

Now, everyone was trapped in a desperate situation.

Owen and his group, however, were still relatively safe.

The Gold Divine Dragon Blood in Owen’s body was the natural enemy of these dark entities like ghosts.

Even if a ghost stronger than Owen by a rank appeared, its strength would be suppressed by thirty percent in Owen’s presence.

Unless a grandmaster-tier ghost emerged, in which case, frankly, no one would have a solution.

Owen could only maintain the golden holy light and lead the group away from danger.

Quincy was arguably the strongest among the sea race members present.

His ability to hold his breath was also impressive; while many sea race members were struggling, he remained as if unaffected.

"Cover us with your holy light," he mouthed to Owen.

Owen pretended not to see his request.

However, Quincy had already started moving towards Owen, seeking the protection of the holy light.

The sea race members, noticing Quincy’s actions, immediately set their eyes on Owen, their gazes burning with intensity.

That’s right, Owen’s protective holy light was impervious to ghosts!

They watched Owen and his group, their chests rising and falling with breath, their eyes growing even hotter with desire.

They had never yearned to breathe as much as they did now.

One master of the sea race, his face turning purple from the lack of oxygen, surged with arcanergy.

In just three breaths, he had stepped into the range of Owen’s holy light.

But the ghosts were faster than him.

As he moved, hundreds of ghosts had already entered his mind.

He inadvertently brought the ghosts into the sanctuary of Owen’s holy light.