Chapter 225 Terrifying Magic
The undead smelled the scent of the living and swarmed over, surrounding Streller.

"No, why are these guys so strong?"

After killing four or five undead, Steller clearly felt that something was wrong. Unlike previous battles with the undead, these undead were obviously much stronger. Although they were no match for Steller individually, the pressure brought to him by such a large number was completely different from before.

The continuous attacks from several undead creatures wearing tattered armor and holding long swords actually made him feel powerless.

"Run!" Streller made up his mind. Even if he was laughed at, he could not continue fighting like this. Even though he blocked the attacks of the undead with his sword, Streller's arms were extremely sore. If he stayed any longer, he would surely die.

The scarlet sword shot out a flaming sword energy, cutting the undead in front of it into two and forcing the rest of the undead around them back several steps. After all, for the dark undead, fire and light are their natural enemies.

Taking advantage of this gap, Steller escaped from the encirclement of the undead, returned directly to the original place and shouted to several teammates: "Go back to Kusiva!" After that, he ran towards Kusiva without looking back.

Steller's action shocked the adventurers in the rear. No one expected that a gold-level adventurer would actually desert the battlefield. Steller had already said a lot of nonsense today, but there was no need to be so cruel in slapping himself in the face.

Ferbela also saw the entire Red Sword deserting the battlefield, and couldn't help but curse in her heart, the adventurers who were placed with the greatest hope actually ran away at this time, wouldn't that shake the morale of the army?

However, he couldn't care about these things at the moment. Fubella vaguely guessed the reason why the "Red Sword" fled from the battlefield, but he had no choice. No matter what changes happened to these undead, he had to face them head-on.

After the undead lost their target of attack, 'Streller', they set their sights on the soldiers and adventurers not far away. The strong smell of the living had driven them crazy.

"Everyone ready." Fubella took a deep breath, drew his sword, and was about to issue a combat order, but his words were stuck halfway through.

The same was true for the adventurers. Many of them tried to rush forward, but stopped there awkwardly.

In front of the undead army, a man and a woman suddenly appeared.

"Space blockade."

The male adventurer wearing golden shoulder straps lightly tapped the air with his finger, and a series of space ripples spread out, instantly enveloping the area where the undead were.

Those undead beings seemed to be under a spell of immobilization. All their movements stopped in an instant, and they stood still like sculptures, motionless.

"Hell's thorns!"

Although the girl in red wore bronze epaulettes, the magic power she exuded was frighteningly strong. Some magicians present rolled their eyes in fear when they sensed the magic fluctuations on the girl's seemingly fragile body, and some even fainted.

As the girl stomped her feet lightly, the ground beneath the feet of the group of undead turned bright red as if stained with blood, and sharp blood-red thorns broke out of the ground.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Even if such magic befell the undead, it was still a hellish scene.

Each thorn penetrated the undead's body with incredible accuracy, madly sucking the already limited blood in its body. The undead's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a pile of lonely skeletons scattered on the ground.

Although the range of the thorns was very wide, it was still somewhat inadequate when facing tens of thousands of undead. It only destroyed about 70% of them, and less than 30% were left.

At this time, the unknown male Golden Level Adventurer took action again. He raised one hand to face the remaining undead and whispered, "Exploding Flame."

The flames gathered and the temperature rose rapidly. Everyone was sweating profusely. The dazzling fire above their heads almost made them think that the sun in the sky had been summoned here.

As the male adventurer's gesture changed, the sun-like fire condensed in the air into a flaming sword made entirely of flames.

This blazing flaming sword was not comparable to Steller's red sword. Its appearance and magical aura were far stronger than the red sword. There was no comparison between the two. As the flaming sword fell, there was a loud bang that shook the earth.

The heat wave swept over rapidly like a tide, forcing the adventurers at the rear to retreat. Their sight was engulfed by the endless flames, and the only thing left in their minds was the almost brilliant flower of fire.

When everyone came back to their senses from their stupor, the temperature around them finally returned to normal. The heat dissipated, and was replaced by an even more uncomfortable stuffiness.

I don't know when the man and woman left, and they couldn't be found anywhere.

Accompanied by the deputy general, Ferbella walked to the place that had just been burned by the flaming sword. Some adventurers also gathered around curiously.

Seeing the scene before him, even the knowledgeable General Furbella gasped.

The ground had turned into a layer of charred carbon soil, and green smoke continued to rise. Not a single undead figure was left. They must have been completely evaporated by the high temperature of the flames, and not even any ashes were left.

"I remember now. I seemed to have seen a gold-level male adventurer and a bronze-level female adventurer enter Kushiwa yesterday. They were standing right behind me at the time!"

One of the adventurers suddenly shouted.

"Really? Do you know them?" someone immediately asked curiously.

"No, I don't know him." The adventurer lowered his voice and said embarrassedly.

"Tsk!——" Everyone looked down upon this sensational guy.

"What level of magic did those two people just cast? Intermediate magic? Advanced magic?"

"Isn't this nonsense? It must be high-level magic. How could intermediate magic be so powerful?"

"You're talking nonsense. I've seen glory-level adventurers use high-level magic, but it definitely doesn't have this kind of destructive power. And what are these three magics? They can make people stop moving, thorns sprout from the ground, and there's also a flaming sword that's superior to the Crimson Sword. I've never heard of them before!"

"I don't know. I've never seen one."

"Me too"

"Could it be the Great Magic?"

"Great magic, the most powerful magic that humans can cast? This is too exaggerated! I have never heard of any glory-level adventurer being able to use great magic."

"I think it's very likely that only a little-known great magic could have so easily annihilated such a large group of undead."

"Right! They killed all the undead, so what should we do now?"

Ferbella left with the deputy general thoughtfully. This time, there were so many surprises. They never expected that it would end like this.

The adventurers just stood there staring at each other, not knowing what to say.

(End of this chapter)