When facing the ghoul, Cheese looked at the people in the room behind him from the corner of his eyes. He noticed that compared to the thick-skinned ghoul, Kelanti's thorns obviously caused greater harm to his companions. Now neither Emia nor Hill can help him. At the same time, the mage touched his body. The outfit under the gray robe was just an ordinary shirt and trousers. Although it looked decent and convenient to move, if there was anything that could help him in the next battle, it was really not.

"Why? Without rings and robes, our great gray robe wizard would not have any tricks to use?" Edward noticed Cheese's embarrassment and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The biggest reliance of the gray robe mage is the witch's ring and the gray robe on his body, which is the news I got from the resentful spirit. Now it seems that this is true. Without the assistance of magic equipment, the wizard does not even have the courage to confront him. In addition, the shovel in his hand has the ability to break magic. The confidence of the Ghoul King has expanded unprecedentedly at this moment. It suddenly feels that it is not impossible to kill Cheese here and then kill everyone else in the room.

The mage shook his head. He noticed the change in the opponent's fighting attitude, which was not good news. Because Cheese did lack the capital to fight head-on with the enemy at this time. In any case, the caster, especially the caster like Cheese, relies heavily on the advantage brought by distance. When they have plenty of space to exchange for casting time, the wizard can play with the enemy between their palms. Of course, not all the time the enemy will be as stupid as a wooden stake.

Running over and turning into a target, so every mage will have his own way to hold the close enemies to fight for opportunities, such as the transforming technique that the Curse Crow once used. However, as a wizard who has just walked out of learning, Cheese has rarely had the opportunity to fight against the enemy without a gray robe. At this time, he has not had the ability to withstand the attack of the ghoul without this robe! A very fatal flaw. Cheese said to himself in his heart.

Edward would not let Cheese think about his own ideas indefinitely. The ghoul knew very well how to fight the caster, that is, fast, so fast that their thinking could not keep up with the battle. Then even if the wizard had the ability to kill dragons and destroy cities, he could not perform it. Thinking of this, Edward began to attack. How fast is the ghoul's attack? This question is difficult to get a quantitative answer, but judging from the experience of Lothar's fighting with him, a warrior who has been trained in combat and has been on the battlefield can completely keep up with the rhythm of the ghoul's attack. However, Cheese is not a warrior. Even if his body has magical amplification, this does not mean that he can adapt to too fast hand-to-hand combat.

"Puff!" The shovel cut across the right arm, and blood flowed out along the broken mouth of the skin under the clothes, dyeing the wizard's sleeves red. Moving the body to allow the less important limbs to resist the damage was already the limit that Cheese could do in a hurry. "Haha, it seems that your skin is not as strong as your robe!" The blood stimulated the ferociousness of the ghoul. Edward showed his sharp teeth, half-threatening and half-mockery, and said to the mage who was close at hand.

The answer was half of the blood spit out by Cheese's mouth. "Bah!" The ghoul did not expect the mage's movements. The blood hit its face without bias and flowed into her eyes. "Bombies!" Edward cursed and waved towards the mage's position with the weapon in his hand. Of course, Cheese had taken advantage of this short opportunity to transfer his position. But that's it, there were not many places to hide in this room, not to mention that Emia and the others occupied nearly a quarter of the room. The mage was not so crazy that he hid behind the injured allies. Fortunately, the many Edward family ghouls petrified by Cheese had an effect at this time, and their bodies were enough to cover the thinner wizard.

"Coward! Coward! You are nothing without magic!" The Ghoul King rubbed his eyes with his empty hands, temporarily regaining the vision of one eye. Seeing that Cheese was no longer in front of him, he thought for a moment that the mage must have been hiding behind the stone statue. Edward roared angrily, and the shovel in his hand wanted to cut over a stone statue in front of him, but in his heart he still hoped that these petrified tribe members could come back to life, so he changed his trick halfway and just pushed it away gently. This search is naturally inefficient, and he didn't know what spell Cheese was preparing for. The oppression of the spell was like a thorn in his throat making the ghoul manic. It simply rushed over the stone statue group and walked towards Emia and others deep in the room. "Don't you come out? It doesn't matter, I'll kill them first. Anyway, you all have to die here today, just change the order."

"Stop!" Hearing this, Cheese immediately stood up from behind the hiding stone statue. The mage looked panicked, looking afraid that Edward would attack his companions first. The smell of fear made the ghoul laugh proudly, and thus ignored it. Cheese was still on the left hand behind the stone statue. "That's right. Standing there obediently, I will let you die, it's not that painful."

"You said I had no magic, nothing is right?" The mage's face was full of frustration, as if reflecting on his incompetence. It seemed that he had completely given up on fighting. "Indeed, I am not good at fighting, and you took away my robe. In front of you, I didn't have the chance to chant spells or make magic casting gestures..." Cheese said faster and faster, but the expression on his face did not sink, but began to go from depression to excitement. Edward realized something was wrong there. It left and gave up walking, and rushed forward to kill the mage directly, but Cheese's second half of the sentence was still said, "But there is no chance without a chance. Because, I am magic!"

"Ah!" The huge body of the Ghoul King fell down on the ground. It gave up the shovel in its hand, covered its face with both hands, and made a shrill scream. Widths of dark green smoke floated out through the gaps of its fingers. The blood from cheese that splashed on Edward's body turned into a very corrosive and strong acid in an instant! It would be fine if this strong acid was on the surface of the body, but don't forget that Edward's eyes were still full of the blood of the mage. The pain of the corroded eyeballs damaging the Ghoul King, causing it to continue to roar.

Cheese smiled and his casting was successful. Although the price was that his right arm was also eroded by the strong acid converted together, the enemy was undoubtedly much worse than himself, right? The mage staggered to the ghoul and picked up the shovel it threw on the ground. Sure enough, this ordinary grave-digging shovel had been surrounded by a strong but obscure magic aura. This was not the same as the witch hunting knife. The magic on the shovel would not reject the cheese, which was also the caster, so the gray-robed mage was able to pick it up.

The strong acid formed from the blood of the wizard is not just as simple as corrosion. It is one of the most powerful anesthetics in the world. Under the influence of the blood poison, Cheese was not worried about Edward's decent counterattack. He waved the shovel twice with his left hand, and now he could use this tool with his arm strength and then lift it up high, aiming the tip of the shovel at the gap in the vertebra of the Ghoul King like an executioner who was about to kill the prisoner. The mage who was proficient in anatomy knew that from here, he could cut off the other party's head as easily as he could.

"Tell me the soul guardian, have you ever thought about how to build your own cemetery?" After saying this, there would be no answer, the weapon in Cheese's hand suddenly cut off! The screams, the exclamations from Emia and others, what were they screaming? Was the mage who completed the revenge with such cruel means? Or was it that the ordinary shovel was sharp? Or was it that the ghoul claws that caught the shovel...
Chapter completed!