Chapter 943: Ghosts
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Chapter 943: Ghosts
After this flurry of attacks, the spreading Parasitic Roots seemed to cause an immediate result. The front of the tree immediately split apart, but it did not seem to be because of the roots. Instead this split grew into a large door sized opening and from a dark alcove Count Voctem showed his face once again. He frowned at the sight of the roots and he drew the large scythe out from the center of the tree and swung it against the place the seeds had burrowed into the dark wood. He cleaved off a layer of the black charcoal-like bark along with a red wood the color of blood. The wood that was sliced off contained the seeds of the Parasitic Roots and the scythe cut through the roots.
Removing the seeds didnt stop the Parasitic Roots from spreading, but the seeds did contain an immense amount of energy. Without this reinforcement of power, the spread of the roots in the black tree slowed to a crawl. On the ground, the chunks of wood sprouted many bright green roots. These hair-thin lines spread out and searched for something to sink into like sea grass swaying with the current. Just like the piece of wood infected by Nightmare Garden poison, these new chunks of wood were thrown far away from the central tree so it wouldnt be affected further.
Count Voctem lifted his scythe with one hand ran the palm of his other hand along its edge. Then he waved his hand and flung droplets of crimson onto the soil in front of the tree. After his blood stained the ground a soft rumbling sound spread through the area. Then dirt started to spew up from out of the ground like a soil fountain. This strange phenomenon started all over the ground in front of Voctem. The soil started to pile up making tiny hills a few inches tall like an ant hill that had spontaneously started to form. This unusual sight was suddenly broken when one of the small mounds was blasted apart when a hand burst out from the ground. This first hand was followed by many others. Each of the little mounds was only the precursor to what could only be described as zombies digging their way out of their own graves. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
Sage didnt understand the mechanics of this operation. If they were in a coffin that was broken open, wouldnt the soil sink to fill the open area inside? Why would it rise into small mounds? If there wasnt a coffin or air cavity down there, where did they push soil to in order to make room for them to move? Wouldnt they just be pinned there by the weight of the ground? Sage watched this strange show as he was being chased around by the remaining ghosts. They had learned their lesson and were very spread out. This meant he couldnt kill as many of them with a single attack, but also made it difficult for them to restrict his movement.
Since this was the same sort of dense formation that the First Light worked so well on before, Sage opened his mouth and gave them a taste. The white flames were so bright and uniform in color that it was hard to make the distinction between them and just a flash of light. The white flame spilled over the zombies and struck more than half of them. He released the flames for a second just like the last time, but this time when the flames faded the horde of enemies wasnt completely consumed. The zombies that were hit had their clothing burned away and their skin was left burned by the sudden flame, but it hadnt remained around long enough to fully cremate these zombies. The First Lights temperature and burning ability were limited after all. For these two qualities they were actually only slightly better than normal mortal flames.
The zombies were only lightly scorched and far from being destroyed or even heavily impaired. Sage was surprised to see this result and quickly came to the conclusion that the zombies flesh protected the evil spirits within from being hurt by the First Light. It was likely also because the exposure was so brief. The flames of the First Light were being propelled by his Divine Breath, but they were being spread over a wide area and only maintained for a short moment.
Good move.
Then Sage rushed forward and swung a blade on his left arm past one zombie before smashing his bare fist against the chest of another. The first zombies arm flew into the air while the second was sent tumbling backwards at high speed, flying off into the distance.
Not quite good enough.
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Chapter 943: Ghosts
After this flurry of attacks, the spreading Parasitic Roots seemed to cause an immediate result. The front of the tree immediately split apart, but it did not seem to be because of the roots. Instead this split grew into a large door sized opening and from a dark alcove Count Voctem showed his face once again. He frowned at the sight of the roots and he drew the large scythe out from the center of the tree and swung it against the place the seeds had burrowed into the dark wood. He cleaved off a layer of the black charcoal-like bark along with a red wood the color of blood. The wood that was sliced off contained the seeds of the Parasitic Roots and the scythe cut through the roots.
Removing the seeds didnt stop the Parasitic Roots from spreading, but the seeds did contain an immense amount of energy. Without this reinforcement of power, the spread of the roots in the black tree slowed to a crawl. On the ground, the chunks of wood sprouted many bright green roots. These hair-thin lines spread out and searched for something to sink into like sea grass swaying with the current. Just like the piece of wood infected by Nightmare Garden poison, these new chunks of wood were thrown far away from the central tree so it wouldnt be affected further.
Count Voctem lifted his scythe with one hand ran the palm of his other hand along its edge. Then he waved his hand and flung droplets of crimson onto the soil in front of the tree. After his blood stained the ground a soft rumbling sound spread through the area. Then dirt started to spew up from out of the ground like a soil fountain. This strange phenomenon started all over the ground in front of Voctem. The soil started to pile up making tiny hills a few inches tall like an ant hill that had spontaneously started to form. This unusual sight was suddenly broken when one of the small mounds was blasted apart when a hand burst out from the ground. This first hand was followed by many others. Each of the little mounds was only the precursor to what could only be described as zombies digging their way out of their own graves. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
Sage didnt understand the mechanics of this operation. If they were in a coffin that was broken open, wouldnt the soil sink to fill the open area inside? Why would it rise into small mounds? If there wasnt a coffin or air cavity down there, where did they push soil to in order to make room for them to move? Wouldnt they just be pinned there by the weight of the ground? Sage watched this strange show as he was being chased around by the remaining ghosts. They had learned their lesson and were very spread out. This meant he couldnt kill as many of them with a single attack, but also made it difficult for them to restrict his movement.
Since this was the same sort of dense formation that the First Light worked so well on before, Sage opened his mouth and gave them a taste. The white flames were so bright and uniform in color that it was hard to make the distinction between them and just a flash of light. The white flame spilled over the zombies and struck more than half of them. He released the flames for a second just like the last time, but this time when the flames faded the horde of enemies wasnt completely consumed. The zombies that were hit had their clothing burned away and their skin was left burned by the sudden flame, but it hadnt remained around long enough to fully cremate these zombies. The First Lights temperature and burning ability were limited after all. For these two qualities they were actually only slightly better than normal mortal flames.
The zombies were only lightly scorched and far from being destroyed or even heavily impaired. Sage was surprised to see this result and quickly came to the conclusion that the zombies flesh protected the evil spirits within from being hurt by the First Light. It was likely also because the exposure was so brief. The flames of the First Light were being propelled by his Divine Breath, but they were being spread over a wide area and only maintained for a short moment.
Good move.
Then Sage rushed forward and swung a blade on his left arm past one zombie before smashing his bare fist against the chest of another. The first zombies arm flew into the air while the second was sent tumbling backwards at high speed, flying off into the distance.
Not quite good enough.
Chapter 943: GhostsAfter this flurry of attacks, the spreading Parasitic Roots seemed to cause an immediate result. The front of the tree immediately split apart, but it did not seem to be because of the roots. Instead this split grew into a large door sized opening and from a dark alcove Count Voctem showed his face once again. He frowned at the sight of the roots and he drew the large scythe out from the center of the tree and swung it against the place the seeds had burrowed into the dark wood. He cleaved off a layer of the black charcoal-like bark along with a red wood the color of blood. The wood that was sliced off contained the seeds of the Parasitic Roots and the scythe cut through the roots. Removing the seeds didnt stop the Parasitic Roots from spreading, but the seeds did contain an immense amount of energy. Without this reinforcement of power, the spread of the roots in the black tree slowed to a crawl. On the ground, the chunks of wood sprouted many bright green roots. These hair-thin lines spread out and searched for something to sink into like sea grass swaying with the current. Just like the piece of wood infected by Nightmare Garden poison, these new chunks of wood were thrown far away from the central tree so it wouldnt be affected further. Count Voctem lifted his scythe with one hand ran the palm of his other hand along its edge. Then he waved his hand and flung droplets of crimson onto the soil in front of the tree. After his blood stained the ground a soft rumbling sound spread through the area. Then dirt started to spew up from out of the ground like a soil fountain. This strange phenomenon started all over the ground in front of Voctem. The soil started to pile up making tiny hills a few inches tall like an ant hill that had spontaneously started to form. This unusual sight was suddenly broken when one of the small mounds was blasted apart when a hand burst out from the ground. This first hand was followed by many others. Each of the little mounds was only the precursor to what could only be described as zombies digging their way out of their own graves. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.Sage didnt understand the mechanics of this operation. If they were in a coffin that was broken open, wouldnt the soil sink to fill the open area inside? Why would it rise into small mounds? If there wasnt a coffin or air cavity down there, where did they push soil to in order to make room for them to move? Wouldnt they just be pinned there by the weight of the ground? Sage watched this strange show as he was being chased around by the remaining ghosts. They had learned their lesson and were very spread out. This meant he couldnt kill as many of them with a single attack, but also made it difficult for them to restrict his movement. Since this was the same sort of dense formation that the First Light worked so well on before, Sage opened his mouth and gave them a taste. The white flames were so bright and uniform in color that it was hard to make the distinction between them and just a flash of light. The white flame spilled over the zombies and struck more than half of them. He released the flames for a second just like the last time, but this time when the flames faded the horde of enemies wasnt completely consumed. The zombies that were hit had their clothing burned away and their skin was left burned by the sudden flame, but it hadnt remained around long enough to fully cremate these zombies. The First Lights temperature and burning ability were limited after all. For these two qualities they were actually only slightly better than normal mortal flames. The zombies were only lightly scorched and far from being destroyed or even heavily impaired. Sage was surprised to see this result and quickly came to the conclusion that the zombies flesh protected the evil spirits within from being hurt by the First Light. It was likely also because the exposure was so brief. The flames of the First Light were being propelled by his Divine Breath, but they were being spread over a wide area and only maintained for a short moment. Good move.Then Sage rushed forward and swung a blade on his left arm past one zombie before smashing his bare fist against the chest of another. The first zombies arm flew into the air while the second was sent tumbling backwards at high speed, flying off into the distance. Not quite good enough.
