Chapter 123: Chapter 92: Demigod Pale Elegy! This Little Mouse Is Quite Interesting

The flames then unfurled as if alive, forming a rapidly spinning, scorching vortex that extended seven or eight meters around him, like a swirl of stars.

Wherever the vortex passed, the very air distorted from the intense heat. The deathly aura permeating the area was instantly incinerated and purified.

’A Holy Flame Knight?!’ Lynch’s pupils constricted, his heart pounding in horror.

Holy Knights were the mainstay of the Holy Light System professions, and Holy Flame Knights were a specialization within their ranks, masters of the Purifying Holy Flame!

The holy flame they commanded was extremely effective against Negative Energy creatures such as the Undead, demons, and other foul spirits. They were one of the natural enemies of a Necromancer.

What terrified Lynch even more was the incredibly oppressive aura emanating from Viscount Golding.

’This isn’t the aura of a Tier Six Holy Knight. It’s almost on par with my mentor’s... Is he Tier Seven? Or Tier Eight?!’

Still, it made sense that Viscount Golding would be this powerful.

In a world where Extraordinary Professions reign supreme, how could someone become a noble without substantial power?

When noble families choose an heir, extraordinary talent and one’s Tier are rigid standards for assessment.

Besides, this Viscount Golding was supposedly a high-ranking member of the Saint Roland City Council. He had even led armies into battle on the frontier in his youth.

But for such a powerful Holy Flame Knight to fall so far—praying to a Demigod of the Netherworld and performing a life sacrifice, all to resurrect his daughter?

The thought was so absurd it sent a chill down Lynch’s spine.

"For the Holy Light! Purify all filth!"

Viscount Golding let out a battle cry. His voice was sonorous and powerful, a stark contrast to his previous frenzy.

Before the words finished echoing, he stomped his foot.

BOOM!

He left a crater in the ground as he shot forward like a blazing, pale-gold meteor, aimed directly at the mine entrance where Lynch stood.

This was the signature skill of a Holy Knight: Holy Charge.

The Skeleton Soldiers in his path were like dry grass before a torrent of golden fire.

CRACK! CRUNCH! CLATTER!

The sound of shattering bones was more intense than a string of firecrackers.

Even more terrifying, as the rapidly spinning Holy Flame Vortex swept over the Skeletons, they ignited instantly, as if doused in boiling oil.

The pale-gold holy flame clung to their bones like a plague, spreading wildly and incinerating them.

The ignited Skeletons’ movements immediately became sluggish and stiff. Within two or three seconds, they crumbled into piles of charred bone dust, beyond the reach of even the Skeleton Resurrection Skill.

Utterly purified, leaving not even a trace of bone behind!

Beyond his unstoppable charge and the aura of holy flame, Viscount Golding’s combat skills were also superb.

He would occasionally hurl the warhammer in his hand.

Wreathed in holy flame and kinetic energy, the warhammer flew like a golden lightning bolt, shattering a dozen Skeletons in a straight line before tracing a perfect arc back to his hand.

The charge, the Holy Flame Vortex, the flying hammer... Golding was like a Holy Flame War God incarnate, plowing through the dense Undead Army, completely unstoppable.

Lynch’s Sea of Skulls was utterly incapable of slowing his advance.

Of course, this wasn’t because Lynch’s Sea of Skulls was weak or that the tactic itself was useless. The power gap was simply too vast, and his opponent belonged to a profession that was the ultimate counter to the Undead.

If his mentor were facing Golding, the scene would be entirely different.

’Damn it! This bastard is really picking on someone weaker than him!’ Lynch cursed inwardly, his mind racing to find a counter-plan.

Fortunately, just as Viscount Golding’s momentum seemed unstoppable and he was about to break through the final layers of the Undead Army to reach Lynch...

The Silver Armored Corpse, which had been standing guard by Lynch’s side and only passively resisting the pressure of Pale Elegy, finally moved.

The order it received from his mentor was to protect Lynch at all costs if his life was threatened.

Now that its charge was facing a mortal threat, it was duty-bound to eliminate that threat.

ROAR—

The Silver Armored Corpse let out a low roar and shot forward like a bolt of silver lightning, planting itself directly in the path of Golding’s charge.

With no fanfare, it threw a direct punch at the incoming golden meteor.

CLANG—!

The fist met the shield, erupting in a deafening crash.

A violent shockwave erupted outwards, blowing away and shattering dozens of nearby Skeletons. The entire mine tunnel trembled violently, showering rubble from the ceiling.

Golding’s charge was brought to a dead stop. His shield arm dipped, and his feet slid backward for several meters, plowing two deep gouges into the earth.

The Silver Armored Corpse swayed slightly but then stood firm as a mountain, continuing to block Golding’s path.

"A High-Tier Undead creation?" A solemn look flashed in Viscount Golding’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a savage glare. "Get out of my way!"

He lunged forward again, swinging his warhammer. The weapon, wreathed in blazing Holy Flame, descended upon the Silver Armored Corpse with the power to purify all existence.

The Silver Armored Corpse did not dodge. It crossed its gleaming silver arms, meeting the warhammer head-on.

BOOM! CLANG! BOOM!

The entrance to the mine instantly became the heart of a furious battlefield.

Pale-gold Holy Flame clashed violently with a body of silver.

The Silver Armored Corpse possessed tyrannical strength and astonishing defense. Its fists and feet were devastatingly heavy, each blow capable of shattering stone.

But Viscount Golding’s Holy Flame was an overwhelming counter against any Undead Unit.