Chapter 580: Completely Rotten
As she raised her staff, a magic book exuding the aura of death also floated before her.
Swish, swish, swish!!
As the pages turned, waves of powerful magical energy swept out!
Immediately afterward, under the shocked gazes of the onlookers, coffins began to materialize behind her!
Roughly counting, there were about thirty coffins!
The surfaces of the coffins were all etched with cryptic runes, and it was clear that something ominous lay within.
The difference between a curse warlock and a necromancer.
A necromancer transforms slain enemies into undead units, retaining at most 70% of their original power.
The advantage lies in endlessly converting corpses into undead units.
In mass battles, they have the advantage of numbers.
In contrast, a curse warlock cannot summon endless undead units.
This profession turns defeated, near-death foes into living dead puppets loyal only to them.
These puppets retain 100% of their original power.
Necromancers excel in quantity over quality.
Curse warlocks excel in quality over quantity.
These thirty puppets were the most that Agnes could summon and control simultaneously.
Thirty puppets—her strongest ones.
Without any incantation, she summoned them in an instant, leaving no opportunity for interruption.
Ling Zhan, aware of the impossibility of interruption, stood still, curiously examining the magical runes on the coffins' surfaces.
It seemed he was fascinated by this form of cursed magic.
"I will make you into one of my living dead puppets. And I'll raise you slowly. You have the potential to become my favorite puppet!"
Agnes spoke with a voice as raspy as a demon's growl, likely because her vocal cords had rotted away—it was unbearably grating.
Even during his lifetime, Alfonso had feared this woman.
Not only because of her power.
But also because of her perverse nature.
To scare someone like Alfonso, a heartless, murderous cyclops, showed just how truly twisted this woman was.
According to information Alfonso had let slip, Agnes enjoyed sleeping among her puppets.
Especially when she shed her skin, exposing her decayed and putrid body while mingling with the living dead puppets...
The image was simply unimaginable.
What was even worse was that her puppets were not only human—some were creatures from the depths of the Underworld.
Agnes was a true monster—a horrifyingly twisted one at that.
Perhaps she had long ceased to be human—she was now a complete abomination.
As Agnes slowly lifted her staff and was about to open all the coffins behind her...
An arrow suddenly shot through the air!
Without any suspense, the unexpected arrow, which emitted no detectable aura, pierced Agnes' head. Even she didn't sense where it had come from.
It was simple; she was hit cleanly by the first shot.
And that wasn't the end of it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
Ling Zhan remained expressionless as he repeatedly drew his bow and fired.
As if determined not to waste the opportunity.
The continuous arrows precisely struck Agnes.
They hit her heart, her head, and her stomach.
The terrifying force of the arrows lifted her off her feet.
Seeing this, all the spectators cried out in astonishment!
Right from the start, he turned her into a pincushion!
His rapid firing speed surpassed even that of most Tier-3 holy archers!
Was this guy equally proficient in every weapon?!
Every weapon Ling Zhan had used so far, he had wielded with absolute mastery!
He truly was a weapons master!
"She's been shot full of arrows; she should be dead, right?"
"Nah, she's definitely still alive. Not only is she not dead, but she's also perfectly fine!"
"Huh? You mean she already escaped, and this is just a puppet?"
"No, this is her true body! But I'm sad to tell you, physical attacks, magical attacks, even true damage—none of it works on her!"
As soon as the knowledgeable spectator said this...
The crowd let out another collective gasp of astonishment!
"Bro! What do you mean—it doesn't work?!"
"Yeah! Explain quickly before the fight starts!"
Urged by the audience, the knowledgeable guy took a drag of his cigarette and said calmly, "Agnes contracted the curse of rot when she was a child. Do you think it's just her skin that's rotting?"
"In truth, her internal organs have all decayed! Her brain, her heart, her liver... all of these crucial parts have rotted away."
"To put it plainly, her flesh is already dead."
"But because of the curse, her spirit remains housed within, behaving just like a normal person."
"She is truly one in a million—a unique freak of nature."
Hearing his explanation, many couldn't help but draw in a cold breath.
Especially the reserve members of the various national corps!
Immune to physical and magical damage, even true damage!
"Then what can kill her?"
Someone couldn't help but ask.
"Hell if I know! If I knew, she'd already be dead!"
The knowledgeable spectator replied in frustration.
"Um... bro, what's your level?"
"Level 99—I fought her once."
"Damn! I thought we were all just bronze or silver here in the audience, but there's a damn high-level among us!"
Hearing the chatter from the crowd...
Even Li Chaoge and the others began to feel a sense of anxiety.
Putting themselves in Ling Zhan's shoes...
If it were them, they wouldn't know how to handle this enemy!
As everyone was in awe...
One by one, Agnes pulled the arrows out of her body.
Not a single cry of pain left her lips.
"The pain you're causing me is not even enough to make me itch."
She even extended her hand, politely gesturing for him to continue firing.
Perhaps she ought to thank the curse.
It had ruined her life, turning her into a hideous, grotesque creature.
But, in return, she now possessed a decayed body immune to all attacks.