Chapter 36 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“I’m not telling a joke.” Roland sighed and said, “This thing is really here to talk about his wallet.”

As he talked, the transparent ghost crawled out of the coffin and screamed three meters away from them. With a closer look, they saw no emotion other than the determination to kill them in the ghost’s eyes.

The two of them stepped back. Betta waved his longsword and swallowed. “This thing looks rather creepy. Brother Roland, do you have any experience dealing with these things?”

“How could I?” Roland said helplessly. “I’ve only seen Falken’s soul until now. I can’t attack Falken, can I?”

“Brother Roland, make a battle plan.” Betta stopped retreating and stopped before Roland. “You’d better hurry.”

The ghost suddenly had a transparent spear in his hand. It was obvious that the ghost was malicious and was about to take action. Roland knew that they couldn’t back off anymore. After all, ghosts were usually powerful in the stories.

“I’ll try to control him.” Roland took out the staff from his Backpack and said, “Jump now.”

Betta did not know why, but he followed Roland’s instruction. As a half-Warrior, he jumped almost two meters high.

Right when Betta jumped, Roland pointed his magic staff downward.

Ice Ring!

He chanted in silence.

Ice Ring was the third spell that Roland grasped. He could already cast it in silence.

A white circle of ice spread out on the ground and froze everything that it touched.

The ghost seemed unintelligent. He did not dodge, and his legs were frozen immediately. He struggled and let out an uncanny shriek.

It was rather unpleasant, if not tormenting.

Roland felt the urge to cover his ears.

Betta was delighted to see that the ghost was controlled. “Well done, Brother Roland. It’s my turn! Charge!”

With a weird noise, Betta rushed at the ghost in blurred shadows. However, since the ground was now slippery ice, he lost balance and fell the moment he started off.

Then, he rolled on the ground and crashed into the struggling ghost like a high-speed bowling ball.

Roland was stunned. He watched Betta pa.s.s through the ghost and roll into the wall ahead while screaming.

This is… really not my fault.

Roland returned to himself after a brief daze. He simply launched an Inferior Fireball at the ghost.

At this moment, Roland only concentrated part of his magic power. The fireball exploded and tore the ghost into shreds.

The fire even melted the ice on the ground into water.

The enemy was gone, but Roland was still highly vigilant. After all, in many stories, ghosts were believed to be undying.

He was scared that the ghost would suddenly appear and attack him when he relaxed.

However, there was no sign of the ghost after a long wait, and the chill in the air was vanis.h.i.+ng.

The ghost was not here, but Betta did crawl out of the wall.

He looked rather hilarious. His clothes were stained with dust, and there were several bruises on his face. Roland nearly laughed aloud.