Chapter 312: We Shall Protect You (1/2)

Lotton remained silent.

But he did slowly raise his head in response, revealing his face which was masked by the aura of death, and his black eyes ringed with blackness.

“Vengeful Spirit! You turned into a vengeful spirit?!” Dias screamed as he subconsciously took a step back.

“Don’t attack him Teacher Liszt! He is someone fighting for our cause!” Ayrin shouted.

“Fighting for our cause? How did those youths get together with him?” Carter, Minlur, and the others were completely lost

“So this is how you managed to escape from Eichemalar, even without being able to recover from your injuries?” Liszt thought to himself as his gazed at Lotton, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Considering the secret deal they had made back then, he naturally had no intention of attacking Lotton.

Whoosh!

A ring of gray light erupted from Dias’ body, but nothing happened.

Dias expression was complex and unreadable as he spoke in a cold voice, “You have been baptised by the Lunar Spring Essence. No wonder you dare to appear before me.”

“Hahahaha, Dias! You are done for!”

Stingham’s raucous laughter abruptly shattered the serious situation. “You are done for! Your Evil Dragon blood particles are completely unable to harm Lotton, which means you have lost your most powerful weapon! Now, even if it is just one on one, we can still flatten you!”

“Idiot!” Rinloran couldn’t help but mutter.

Indeed, Stingham’s abrupt transformation from being on the verge of tears to gloating and laughing could only be accomplished by a brainless idiot.

But at the same time, Stingham’s words seemed to be absolutely correct.

The greatest threat towards regular arcane masters was Evil Blood’s Corruption. Except for a few arcane masters like Liszt, who knew special purification skills, any arcane masters who fell under the effects of Evil Blood’s Corruption would quickly die.

At this moment, Lotton’s body seemed to reach the limit of blood fusion. His bloodline had now reached the same level as an Evil Dragon Bishop’s. But more critically, for people like Lotton and Dias, whose bodies had integrated with Evil Dragon blood particles, they were not afraid of Evil Blood’s Corruption.

Although Lotton could no longer absorb Evil Dragon blood particles, he could still easily resist Evil Blood’s Corruption.

“Why is there still no fear on his face?” An ominous feeling ran through Ayrin’s mind.

Dias quickly regained his calm as his mouth turned up in a mocking sneer, “Have you forgotten? You are merely a toy which I created.”

Afterwards, Dias turned and looked at Stingham as if he were a worm. “My toy has merely betrayed me and joined you, and yet you think you have already won because of it?”

“What do you mean? Do you have some other trick up your sleeve?” Stingham shouted as he became fearful once more.

“What is this sound?”

Ayrin and Rinloran simultaneously heard strange cracking sounds. They turned and looked towards the source of the sound. They watched in horror as the foundations of one of the statues at the edge of the altar began to crumble.

“The stone statues…”

This specific one was of a monstrous creature with a wolf head.

A dark purple smoke emanated from the stone plate between its hands as it seemingly absorbed some of the Evil Dragon blood particles in the air around it.

As the stone continued to crumble at the base of the statue, a strange arch-like opening formed.

“What’s this?” Stingham screamed as he hiccupped.

Guttural, primal roars began ringing out from within the arch.

A ferocious and savage aura surged forth, enveloping the entire altar.

“Giant monsters?”

It was the same feeling which Ayrin had felt when he came face to face with a great beast at Holy Dawn Academy’s Beast Training Field. Small bumps emerged atop his skin as a chill ran through his body.

More roars rang out atop the altar as humanoid figures began to charge out of the arch which had formed at the base of the statue.

“Just what are these things?!”

Ayrin’s pupils shrank as he observed the humanoid figures which were flooding out from the arch. They looked no different from normal men, except for the long fangs which protruded from their mouths. They were all bald, and their muscles were like chiseled pieces of rock. Strange, crimson red veins snaked atop their skin.

All of them released extremely volatile and violent arcane energy fluctuations from their bodies.

“It’s the Bloodcrazed!” Donna cried out, her voice slightly trembling. “These are arcane masters who have been forcibly transformed by one of the Evil Dragon Followers’ skills, turning them into madmen who are driven by a strong desire for blood. They have shocking strength and have lost any sense of humanity, making them no different from violent beasts!”

“Bloodcrazed? There are so many of them! What can we do?!” Stingham seemed to be on the verge of crying once more as he lamented, “We’ve completely fallen for his trap!”