Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 1150 - 1144: Frozen Possession

"Ha... ha..."

The pirate dragged off the battlefield by Ronald was in a very sorry state.

Once the green powder stuck to his body, it quickly transformed into an alien magic invasion, corroding and altering his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Merely hit by a spell and then dragged before Ronald.

In just a breath or so, this guy's skin started showing green pustules, much like the previous fate of the corpse 'used' by Moyeta.

"Hmph—"

Looking at the barely breathing pirate.

Ronald snorted coldly, still activating [Human Limitation] to dispel the influence from him.

He had no habit of helping such scoundrels.

But considering the delicate timing of these guys appearing here, and the high prevalence of magic fluctuations among them, Ronald intended to ask some questions.

He stared at the pirate whose body had calmed down.

Ronald coldly asked:

"You lot, where did you run to get to [Anluo Island] from? And for what purpose?"

...

At the edge of the town, Ronald interrogated the pirate for information under the darkness.

Meanwhile, at the dock, the battle between [Greed] and the cultist magician had advanced to the next stage.

Because these unlucky pirates delivered themselves to the door, Moyeta quickly acquired good spellcasting materials.

Although in quantity, the bodies of these few pirates were not as abundant as when he committed crimes globally, because most of these pirates had learned a few spells, their bodies adapted to magic were quite high in quality!

Thus, the spells from the original canon began to quickly show their power.

Each exploding pirate's corpse became, under the control of the spell, a fetid green monster, just like the previous fate of Moyeta's subordinates.

The battlefield's situation was directly influenced by the number of these monsters.

Each of them possessed almost indestructible vitality, cooperating seamlessly with each other, splitting bodies, throwing pus, exchanging bodies, and reorganizing special combat limbs...

With such hard-to-defend capabilities combined, the investigators at the docks were forced to retreat to their original positions by the monsters.

Frankly speaking, the formation of these monsters could even be considered a professional army!

"No, watch your feet!"

At this moment, someone among the investigators exclaimed.

Due to their retreat, the battlefield's position also started to move, leading to the corpses of the cultists slain by Patricia earlier, having direct contact with these green monstrosities.

Thus, the green pustules began to spread on these already dead bodies.

Although the transformation of these corpses took longer than those directly spelled by Moyeta, they nonetheless completed the transformation from corpses to monster soldiers in a very short time!

And for the investigators.

This not only meant the enemy's numbers increased again, but it also reminded them—that even dying heroically in battle could very well bolster the enemy's strength!

The investigators' defense line nearly collapsed entirely.

Yet such circumstances were also expected developments.

After all, Moyeta was an original holder, even if, as a cultist magician, his thinking was somewhat out of the ordinary, his combat abilities in the spell realm were still assured.

"Nicholas, I can give you a chance to be baptized!"

At this moment, while still contending with Patricia, Moyeta spoke up. This cultist magician claimed a huge advantage, seizing an opportunity to act as per his habit immediately:

"As long as you join us and serve the [Kingdom of Looney] in the future, I can spare you and your companions!"

As Moyeta spoke.

Patricia displayed a clear expression of anger.

The swordsman girl pointed her longsword at the corpses turned foul monsters, scolding with an icy voice:

"You lunatic, don't you feel sorrow for your subordinates!"

Moyeta, however, had his perspective on this:

"Exchanging a batch of weaklings for a batch of strong ones, it's indeed a foolproof trade."

"Compared to my subordinates, you professional casters from [Greed] are obviously more excellent individuals!"

"..."

"You're beyond saving!"

Patricia completely abandoned the thought of communicating further.

In utter fury, her agile form followed her lightning-fast longsword from behind, forcefully enhancing her speed, rushing towards the enemy like a sharp arrow.

Moyeta did not anticipate Patricia could accelerate at this moment.

Startled, the cultist magician hastily continued his escape, having his sleeve cut, taking some effort to once again create distance from Patricia.

"Nicholas, you're the real lunatic, aren't you?"

At this point, Moyeta mocked instead:

"You've chased me for so long, and don't you understand you're no match for me yet?"

"If you're truly a smart person, you should surrender now without doing these inexplicable useless efforts!"

"..."

Facing Moyeta's taunts.

Patricia stood her ground, her determined gaze unwavering.

It was then that the cultist magician, pursued by Patricia for some time, began to notice something amiss.

Although his body wasn't wounded by Patricia's sword.

His left forearm had inexplicably lost sensation!

Moyeta looked down, instantly stunned.

On his torn sleeve, icy blue frost had begun to spread at some unknown point; this particular coldness composed of magic power caused numbness, making him fail to perceive this phenomenon earlier.

"This is... [Cold Strike Blade]!?"

As an experienced cultist magician, Moyeta immediately made a judgment.

It was evidently the unique power of the [Cold Strike Blade] of the Nicholas family. This could be concluded precisely from Patricia's identity and the marks on his hand.

But the issue was—

The longsword in Patricia's hand was a plain, ordinary one, distinctly different from the fabled [Cold Strike Blade].

Moyeta trusted his judgment ability.

Patricia's longsword showed no trace of disguise spells, and what he knew certainly couldn't be false information.

So, what was going on?

"..."

Patricia, however, had no intention of letting him ponder further.

In an instant, the girl's longsword, just like her unwavering gaze, thrust forward towards the enemy once more without hesitation!

Swish—

Faced with the sweeping blade, Moyeta's expression froze.

He felt, under the influence of the icy magic power, that his speed couldn't match that from before.

In other words—he could not create distance from this Nicholas!