Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 799: Chapter 597: "Robbery" _3

Time was running out, and trouble was brewing.

At the same time, Yang Xiao noticed an issue: these accomplice ghosts only prevented him from approaching and attacking the "Green Ghost"; otherwise, they did not attack him. Instead, they acted like conscientious bodyguards, constantly by his side.

His mind racing under intense pressure provided a strong motivation for Yang Xiao, and soon he realized this was an opportunity!

It was also the flaw of these insoluble "ghosts"!

If he threw his sword at the "Green Ghost" from a distance, would the "bodyguard" still stop him?

The "Green Ghost" was already hanging by a thread, and even if they did not kill him now, he would not survive much longer. Now, the crucial element was time; they needed him dead before the next drumbeat, which would be the fourth.

According to Steward Wu, tonight’s drumbeats defined the rules. The ringing of the fourth drum meant the completion of the Evil Exorcism, requiring the "Green Ghost" to be dead or the mission would be deemed a failure. The likely outcome was a riot by the "bodyguards," brutally killing everyone, or so Yang Xiao feared. He could not take that risk.

Yang Xiao shouted out his plan, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was slashed across the face. Fortunately, the blow was not severe, and his mask blocked some of it, leaving only a terrifying gash. Yang Xiao then realized with the final moments approaching, these "bodyguards" were undergoing unpredictable changes. They... no, they were becoming more irritable.

Turning around, he saw Xiang Fengchen in unprecedented disarray, staggering with his knife dragging on the ground. It was clear he could no longer run; after all, his age was showing. Yang Xiao had no doubt—if this continued, the renowned Evil Mage would literally be run to death.

He could no longer rely on him, and unable to verbally alert others, he had to act alone. Yet, he dared not use his sword. Given Xiang Fengchen’s exhaustion, he still refused to discard his weapon, indicating its importance, perhaps akin to the masks, where discarding could trigger an unpredictable horror.

With that in mind, Yang Xiao decided to grab another. Not far ahead, as Nalan Shuo passed by the "Green Ghost," Yang Xiao made his move. He snatched a sword upheld by a Ghost-faced Priest beside him, leaned back, aimed, and as he drew closer to the "Green Ghost," he threw the sword like a spear.

In haste, his strike missed its target, merely embedding in the "Green Ghost’s" side. The ghost was barely clinging to life; it didn’t need a fatal blow—just a severe injury was enough for it to die. Yang Xiao continued running towards the "Green Ghost," and just as he passed by, he suddenly heard the whoosh of a blade cutting through air. Instinctively dodging, he avoided a deadly sword strike, but still, half an ear was sliced off, and blood instantly streamed down.

It was done by a "bodyguard" at his side; this sword strike almost decapitated him. In that moment, Yang Xiao suddenly understood. Long-range attacks didn’t immediately provoke "bodyguard" retaliation, but they noted it, and retaliation would be triggered the next time he came close to the "Green Ghost," specifically within a certain distance.

This retaliation wasn’t mere child’s play; it was lethal. If not for his quick reaction, he would be dead now. freēwebnovel.com

Yet, he had underestimated the ferocity of this retaliation. The "bodyguard" at his side swung his sword again, this time striking diagonally. The moment the assailant raised his hand, Yang Xiao’s heart sank. It was too late to block with his sword, and the force behind the attack signaled that even if he could, it would be futile—the sword could cleave through both his weapon and his body.

In his life’s final moments, Yang Xiao’s life flashed before his eyes. He had just settled the score with the Mirror Ghost, received a new Magic Artifact, recovered the cash and Gold stolen by the Mirror Ghost, and was seeing steady progress in his relationship with his good sister. He didn’t have a girlfriend yet... In short, he wasn’t ready to die.

The next second, a "swoosh" tore through the air, and the Precious Sword that was about to strike Yang Xiao’s neck fell to the ground, while an arrow, with such force that its feathers still quivered, was lodged in the "bodyguard’s" forearm. The "bodyguard" stumbled, almost falling.

Confused, Yang Xiao looked up just in time to see Nalan Shuo running backwards, body inclined, his gaze intense. With a cunning posture, he drew his bow and fired another arrow. It flew with precision, passing between Yang Xiao and the "bodyguard," striking the "Green Ghost" on the ground.

The arrowhead buried itself in the "Green Ghost’s" eye socket. The battered body twitched once before succumbing to death.

Seeing his Director display such bravery, Yang Xiao was so moved he almost shouted. Now he believed what Ms. Wen had once said—indeally, Director Nalan had been as handsome in his youth as himself!

But before Yang Xiao could fully recover from the euphoria of his narrow escape, he saw his Director prepare another arrow, his gaze cold. This last arrow was aimed directly at him.