Chapter 439 - 140: You Beast, Lynch Blackwood

Chapter 439: Chapter 140: You Beast, Lynch Blackwood

The three heads simultaneously opened their cavernous mouths, spewing forth three torrents of eerie green Nether Flame.

This Nether Flame was unlike any ordinary fire. It was a terrifying force that burned the soul directly. Even the slightest touch was like a cancer clinging to the bone, impossible to extinguish, continuously inflicting excruciating pain and despair that originated from the very depths of the soul.

"Ahhh! Help me!"

"My soul! My soul is on fire!"

"What is this monster?!"

The students from the Imperial Capital Academy were instantly thrown into a panic.

The Nether Flame swept across the entire area. Wherever it passed, both Holy Light shields and combat aura defenses were torn apart as easily as if they were made of paper.

A dozen or so students who couldn’t escape in time were touched by the Nether Flame. They immediately fell to the ground, rolling around frantically and letting out blood-curdling screams.

Their faces were twisted in agony, and they looked as if they wished they could just pass out on the spot.

And that wasn’t the end of it.

The Death Banner in Lynch’s hand unfurled once more, casting a shadow of death over the entire mudflat.

From the spatial vortex, troop after troop of Skeleton Servants poured out like a tide. Among them were Skeleton Soldiers, Skeleton Warriors, Skeleton Archers, and even quite a few Skeleton Mages!

"CLACK~ CLACK!"

The sound of colliding bones rose and fell. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Skeletons had completely surrounded the twenty-some elites from the Imperial Capital Academy, leaving no way out.

Eerie green Soul Fire flickered in their eye sockets, and their rust-spotted blades glinted with a cold light. At a glance, it looked like a white ocean of death, enough to make anyone’s heart sink with despair.

One student, seeing how dire the situation had become, decisively pulled out a Shelter Scroll and prepared to tear it open.

However, before his hand could even touch the scroll, a bone spear shot out like a bolt of lightning and instantly pierced through his shoulder. Blood gushed from the wound.

The student cried out in pain. His hand holding the scroll went limp, and the Shelter Scroll fell to the ground with a soft THUD.

The students all subconsciously turned to look. They saw Lynch watching them coldly. The magic book in his hand had been opened to a new page at some point, and the light from the runes on it was slowly dimming.

Clearly, the bone spear from a moment ago had come from this magic book.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

Finally, someone broke.

A Tier Two Mage glanced at the dense ranks of Skeletons surrounding them, then at the Cerberus standing there like a Demon God. His mental defenses finally collapsed completely, and he threw down his Magic Staff, crying out.

"I surrender too! Don’t kill me!"

"I give up! I give up!"

With the first one leading the way, the rest fell one after another like dominoes.

These "elites" from their ivory tower seemed talented and well-equipped, but in reality, they had never experienced true hardship, let alone the cruelty of a life-or-death battle.

People like them were fine when they had the upper hand, but once they were in a truly desperate situation, their morale crumbled faster than an avalanche.

In the blink of an eye, all twenty-some students from the Imperial Capital Academy, including the ones still rolling on the ground and wailing, raised their hands and tearfully shouted their surrender. All of their previous arrogance and pomposity was gone.

Lynch stood behind the Cerberus, watching this scene, and couldn’t help but shake his head. ’That’s it?’

It truly was as the saying goes: "I haven’t even tried yet, and you’ve all already fallen."

Not only that, but Carl’s trio was also getting beaten miserably.

One of the Tier Four Purple Zombies stomped on Carl’s back, brutally grinding the "Blade of Holy Light" of the Imperial Capital Academy into the mud.

Carl’s handsome face made intimate contact with the foul-smelling mudflat, instantly filling his mouth with muddy water. Even his "Hammer of Holy Light Judgment" was sent flying more than ten meters away, landing on a Fishman’s corpse.

Looking closely, the Holy Hammer’s light was dim. Where was any trace of its former divine aura?

"I... I surrender!"

The Shield Warrior and the Berserker were already scared out of their wits. Seeing the Purple Zombie’s assault ease up for a moment, they immediately scrambled to their knees, clutching their heads tightly with both hands, terrified that the zombie’s fists would smash their skulls in the next second.

"Sigh..."

Watching this, Lynch couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh. ’What a bunch of untested children.’

However, he didn’t actually plan to take the students’ lives. After all, they were the future "pillars" of the Empire. Killing them would be too much trouble.

But while the death penalty may be avoided, a living punishment is inescapable.

"Baring, confiscate all their weapons, equipment, and Shelter Scrolls, then gather the prisoners."

"Yes, Master." The figure of Baring, the Tier Five ghost, materialized in mid-air, her translucent Soul Body exuding a heart-stopping pressure.

The Skeleton Soldiers swarmed forward, stripping the Imperial Capital Academy students of their Magic Staffs, Longswords, and Armor, and piling them up into a small mountain on the side.

They were also forced to take out the Shelter Scrolls from their Storage Rings, which were counted per head and then stored separately.

Afterward, these "elites" were herded into a low-lying area and forced to squat in a circle with their hands on their heads.

"Since you all love bullying the weak so much, I’ll help you cleanse the filth from your souls."

Lynch snapped his fingers. Red Rabbit, the Cerberus, understood. Its three heads simultaneously opened their mouths and spat out thin wisps of eerie green Nether Flame.

The Nether Flame was precisely controlled to a minimal dose. It touched the prisoners’ bodies, not lethally, but enough to bring them excruciating pain from the depths of their souls.