<h4>Chapter 221: The Devil Is A Devil Even When It’s Dead</h4>


    The most troublesome thing about Nightcry for the yers was not its stronger attacks or its immunity to pain after its resurrection, but getting hit by the zombie blight debuff!


    The yers would turn into zombie-like monsters once they died with that debuff, and while those monsters were weak, Cleric yers wouldn’t be able to revive them. Moreover, they would have to wait for three days before reviving at the Lifestone if they didn’t have a Resurrection Ankh!


    Still, the yers who had gathered at Trinia to y the devil were experienced veterans who had basically experienced almost every circumstance (whereas newbies would die immediately). Having grown in one event after another, all of them had great confidence and the toughness to be even more valiant in the face of greater setbacks.


    Even if Nightcry had be stronger after its resurrection (mainly because it wasn’t doing nothing while taking hits), it had lost all strategic sense and fought sheerly by instincts. Therefore, the yers found it easy to handle it after mapping out its attacks.


    Besides, the creature basically had no divine attribute although it possessed an abnormal divine power, and naturally wasn’t resistant to Rules. It was affected by every skill the yers had, and even if they couldn’t kill it swiftly, it greatly eased the pressure on the yers when it came to damage output.


    Moreover, with someone like Mufasa who could rely on his skill to block and parry a majority of Nightcry’s attacks regardless of the gap between their levels, the battle began to favor the yers’ side.


    “Anyone who isn’t a warrior don’t get too close, and don’t get in the way of the Kengyoku! That Holy Lancer over there—take your condor to the rear and shoot the beast right there!”


    “Warriors, try not to get it! Getting trampled or crushed is still better than being instakilled—the Clerics could at least revive you!”


    “Damn it, friendly fire! I would have smashed your brains out if friendly damage wasn’t lowered!”


    “Medic! Wait, I mean Clerics! Where are the Clerics? I’m hurt, and I’m bleeding green everywhere! Quick, heal, and purify me!”


    “Oh no, the Aquatic Angels can’t summon seafood now—those things can get zombified too!”


    “Well, arrows are no use now. The Boss’s head has been shot so many times it’s a porcupine now.”


    “Marni’s got trampled to death... again. Anyone going to revive him?”


    “By the way, feels like the little elvendy beside him has been cking all along.”


    “Woah, are you saying that the elves might kill steal?”


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    Amidst the chaotic shouts of the yers where some of the reputable yers temporarily tookmand of the situation, Nightcry’s HP finally dropped to twenty percent—down to the kill zone.


    But that was when the weird happened: Nightcry’s entire body suddenly ballooned, as if it was being filled with gas.


    Having guessed that it was about to unleash some special attack, all the yers instinctively pulled away when the creature simply blew up right in front of their eyes.


    After that, many smaller devils that looked just like Nightcry but were half the height of an adult streamed out of the corpse. Like a horde of zombies, they poured forth at the yers like a surging tide!


    Although they had low HP and the yers could take one down by a single skill, the problem was that they were too many!


    They just couldn’t get rid of them before the little devils reached them—and from the looks of their dark-green razor-sharp talons, they definitely carried the zombie blight too!


    It would be game over the yers if they were all infected. The blight rapidly shreds their HP, and all the little devils needed to do was buy time so that they could infect everyone!


    Mufasa, being a yer who had his skill points invested purely in Kengyoku without any AoE skills was overwhelmed by the horde in no time at all, swiftly bing the first victim.


    But as things be very dangerous, Princess Leah who had slowly faded into the role of side character felt as if something unseen was poking at her brain. She was promptly inspired, realizing that she was a Warrior Princess and not an ordinary yer with a sword.


    Hence, she threw aside her longsword, illogically drew a gpolence taller than herself out of nowhere and stabbed it firmly into the ground.


    “Blitzkrieg Formation! Temporal Drag!”


    Hence, a golden halo immediately cascaded away around the girl from beneath the gpole and unfurled outwards.


    All the yers within the circle of light promptly felt their bodies bing much lighter, whereas the little devils would be much slower when the same light touched them!


    “Well done!” Edward’s eyes twinkled. Having assumed that this would be a team wipe, he swiftly ryed new instructions to the other yers. “Hit them now! Don’t mind it if your attacks aren’t in sync—just hit hard!”


    Having escaped imminent doom, the yers rallied and cast a myriad of skills at the horde of little devils, with most spells detonating amidst the creatures with colorful fireworks.


    Eventually, only a handful of the little devils were left when they finally reached the yers. Even if they were quite agile in movement after being caught in Temporal Drag, they were actually weaker than yer zombies and were soon mostly culled by the other yers.


    But just as the yers assumed that the day was once and became at ease and even started chatting while fighting, whatever little demons that remained began to balloon like a pufferfish—just like Nightcry’s corpse did not too long ago.


    “Tsk, are these things going to split apart too?!”


    The yers shuddered at the thought of those little devils bursting into even smaller, mini devils, and began to focus their firepower to kill them all immediately.


    And yet, the little devils weren’t bursting into mini devils.


    In the instant that the yers struck their bloated bodies, they burst apart like a pricked balloon, letting loose green gasses with the scent of apples that shrouded all the yers.


    “I’m hit...” Edward dropped to the ground.


    The green gas was naturally zombie blight—and unlike how it was transmitted by touch or open wounds before, the debuff effect stacks ording to the amount of green gas that each yer breathed in. Even if the Clerics and Holy Lancers would persistently purify them, only oneyer of debuff could be removed!


    Moreover, their skills were on cool down—meaning that every yer would be a zombie before their zombie blight status fades!