The most effective strategy against a mage is to engage them in close combat.

Their frail bodies are no match for a direct confrontation.

Holy sword, cleave this foe before me.

Morris raised his cross, sword high.

Its blade radiating with a brilliant golden light.

A slash formed from the concentrated luminescence severed by U's fire magic continuing its momentum towards her.

Goodness, how formidable.

Bayou swiftly dodged to the side and Morse sees the opportunity to close the distance, swinging his sword at her.

Do you truly believe I am merely a mage? In an instant, a gigantic scythe materialized in by you's grasp.

meeting Morse's cross sword with a resounding clash.

The moment their weapons collided, the bells on the scythe chimed melodiously.

Morse suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.

The instant Bayou summoned the scythe, her attributes doubled, transforming her 60 points of strength into 120, delivering a blow that forcefully repelled Morse.

The enormous blade of the scythe nearly grazed him.

mental assault, an unexpectedly manifested weapon, inexplicably augmented strength.

Truly bizarre.

Shaking his head, the throbbing in his mind gradually subsided.

Bayou gripped the sythe with one hand, dragging its blade along the ground as she swung it toward Morse.

Although she lacked any formal training in close combat techniques, boxing or martial arts, she understood one principle.

Children fight with sheer brute force.

As Morris prepared to raise his shield for defense, the ch of the bells rang out once more, distracting him and causing his reaction to lag.

With a swift motion, Bayou's side struck Morse, producing a jarring sound against his armor.

With a thud, he crashed heavily to the ground.

His shield flung away by Bayou, landing nearby.

I thought you were strong, but it turns out you're quite the weakling.

Now you can experience the thrill of being overwhelmed by doubled attributes by amused slightly regretting that he hadn't t perished given his armor.

Coughing Morse leaned on his sword attempting to rise only to be met by a black fireball soaring towards him.

He immediately swung his cross sword to intercept it.

However, the fireballs were not singular.

They rained down in succession.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Aware of her shortcomings in melee capabilities, Bayou wisely refrained from engaging him directly, opting instead to bombard him from distance.

Fortunately, she was equally adept as both a mage and a warrior.

Three blasts of dark fire struck Morse squarely, sending him crashing to the ground once more, his armor engulfed in black flames.

Subsequently, the armor emitted a radiant light, causing the black flames to extinguish in an instant.

Bayou observed that the knights did not seem particularly fearful of their dark magic.

Rather, they appear to be restraining their own dark powers.

Moors realized he was utterly no match for this foreign entity.

This was perplexing.

The previous beings from this race had been considerably weak.

Yet, she exhibited remarkable strength.

Moors had always approached these lords under the guise of native human, luring them out to eliminate them.

For the holy court had long since issued a decree that all foreign entities were to be exterminated without mercy.

With a swift motion, Moors raised his sword, displacing the damp black earth beneath him, and then quickly rose to unleash two arcs of golden sword energy before decisively turning to flee.

He had no desire to perish here.

Moors noticed an unidentified creature soaring through the distant sky, and upon closer inspection, his pupils constricted.

It was a bone dragon.

How could there be a bone dragon here? At that moment, Bayou<unk>'s voice rang out behind him.

Arr, stop him.

Moors was startled by Bayou's words.

They were in cahoots.

Resolutely abandoning his escape, he discarded his cross sword and immediately knelt before Bayou.

Esteemed Miss Gilen, I am willing to submit to you.

Please spare my life.

Ah, a true man knows when to yield.

Bayou, however, wore a look of exasperation.

Damn, you're the one who asked Gilen.

Arthur's massive form landed behind Moors, causing him to flinch and bow his head even lower.

Arr, why are you here? Bayou inquired, curious about Arthur's presence.

In response to her majesty, Arthur received a call for help from a royal soul, indicating that the queen was engaged in battle, hence my hasty arrival.

understanding dawned on by you.

Her current necroantic forces were indeed substantial and being seen by the undead within her territory was hardly surprising.

She turned her gaze back to Moors, who had just been boasting so arrogantly, intent on overpowering her, and now found himself kneeling in supplication.

Bayou signaled to Arthur with her eyes.

Understanding her intent, Arthur swiftly ended Mors's life with a breath of dragon fire before he could even comprehend the situation.

Moors's corpse remained frozen in a kneeling position, encased in ice.

It was not that Bayou was unwilling to act herself.

Rather, she deemed it too cruel to do so, either with a sythe or through fire.

Arthur s method of freezing him was a more dignified end.

Congratulations to the lord for slaying a level two holy court knight.

To her surprise, there was no experience gained.

Could it be due to him being human? Level two.

Don't tell me summoning is no longer an option.

Bayou cast a spell and a magic circle emerged beneath Moors.

Exuding a grayish aura that formed a royal soul above his body.

While it resembled a royal soul, it bore notable differences.

The spiritual form was no longer distinctly human.

With eyes radiating a green luminescence, a more potent soul essence, and a larger physique than that of a typical royal soul, Bayou sense that some transformation had occurred and hurriedly checked for information.

Master of Phantom Souls spirit skill.

Soul curse.

Soul curse.

Cast an infallible curse on the target soul with a cool down of 30 minutes and a mana cost of 20 points.

The master of phantom souls has indeed undergone a job change.

The growth limit of the three fundamental soldier types has reached the commander level.

It appears the final job change must also achieve the commander level.

A new cursed skill has been added, coupled with the characteristics of the undead race, which undoubtedly signifies formidable combat prowess.

Arthur, you may continue to level up.

I shall practice here for a while longer.

You should return to the castle and enhance your abilities at the black water altar by you addressed Arthur and the master of phantom souls.

Yes, my queen, replied Arthur and the master of phantom souls as they took to the skies.

The master of phantom souls directed his flight towards the castle while Arthur chose to delve deeper into the dark forest to the west.

Seemingly unable to shake off his concern for Bayou.

Chapter 49.

The commander level skeletal mage.

Bayou picked up the cross sword and shield that Moors had discarded nearby and noticed they appear to be made of silver.

However, it was improbable that a novice knight's weapon could be crafted from silver.

He surmised that it was likely only a Lloyd with a trace of silver.

Nonetheless, one must admit that this equipment was indeed impressive.