Chapter 652 - Tactics
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
While the two of them were retrieving the arrows, Fang Heng rubbed his chin and lowered his head to think.
It was not difficult to deal with a single elementary soul.
The problem was the number.
He had to think of a way to collect 1,000 souls before he could completely remove the seal.
It was a little too much.
He was not the kind of fighter who could work 24 hours a day.
Perhaps there was a way to absorb more elementary soul forms in one go?
Li Shaoqiang picked up the arrows and came back. When he saw Fang Heng in deep thought, he thought that he had exhausted too much energy.
"Fang Heng, it's okay, right? After all, it was an elementary soul form. The difficulty of sealing the soul had increased a lot. It was very difficult. This was a normal phenomenon. We can rest for a while more... if you really can't hold on any longer, we'll stop here this time and come again next time."
"End? We are only at what stage?"
Fang Heng stopped thinking. He raised his head and said very seriously, "The two of you, I have an idea."
Li Shaoqiang blinked his eyes and looked baffled. "Huh? An idea?"
"Come, come, come. Let's sit down and talk."
Fang Heng took out a paper and a pen from his pocket and invited Li Shaoqiang and Tan Shuo to sit down together.
"We have to play games slowly, and we have to pay attention to tactics."
As he spoke, Fang Heng started to write on the paper.
"We, this, this, and then this..."
"Right, after you're done, just hand it over to me."
After a long while, Fang Heng put away the pen and paper and looked at the two of them who were a little confused. "How is it? Is there anything else you don't understand?"
Ah, this...
How the f*ck could this work?
Looking at Fang Heng's tactics, Li Shaoqiang carefully swallowed his saliva and looked at Tan Shuo from the corner of his eyes.
After the initial shock, Tan Shuo became expressionless.
"Alright, if there are no problems, we'll start now."
Fang Heng rubbed his fists and was all geared up.
...
In the maze, Li Shaoqiang held the soul candle with one hand and ran forward frantically.
Behind him, two elementary soul bodies were chasing after him.
After running past the familiar corner, Li Shaoqiang suddenly accelerated and shouted at the same time, "Fang Heng!! I'll leave it to you!"
The soul bodies that were chasing after him had just crossed the corner when they suddenly stopped.
Immediately after, the soul fragments continuously flowed out from their bodies.
The soul fragments were attracted by the special strength and gathered in the right direction.
It was Fang Heng!
Fang Heng was standing at a 90-degree angle between the two walls.
There were already three soul bodies in front of Fang Heng.
Elementary soul bodies kept waving their soul weapons to attack Fang Heng, leaving wounds on his body. Fang Heng was holding the Book of the Dead with both hands and constantly absorbing the soul fragments.
Elementary soul bodies immediately shifted their attention and gave up on Li Shaoqiang, who they had been chasing for more than half of the way. They turned around and rushed toward Fang Heng to join the battle.
Fang Heng controlled the Book of the Dead to continue absorbing souls and shouted, "Tan Shuo, help!"
"He's coming!"
Tan Shuo raised a bucket filled with holy water and threw it at Fang Heng.
"Chi!!!"
The holy water seemed to have been poured on a metal that had a temperature of several thousand degrees Celsius. Thick white smoke instantly rose from Fang Heng's body and emitted a sizzling sound. A large amount of the curse status on his body was cleared.
"Transparent!"
Fang Heng cried out in his heart.
The soul bodies did not have high intelligence, and they all fought on their own.
They continuously attacked Fang Heng. At the same time, the soul energy on their bodies was continuously weakened by the Book of the Dead's strength.
By the time they truly reacted and wanted to escape, they were already unable to break free from the Book of the Dead's restrictions. They could only be sucked into the Book of the Dead by Fang Heng.
Every once in a while, Tan Shuo would pour a wave of holy water on Fang Heng to break the curse.
"I can't, I can't, I can't run anymore. I need to rest."
Li Shaoqiang was exhausted after running back and forth several times. He panted heavily as he sat on the ground and watched Fang Heng deal with these soul bodies.
Li Shaoqiang had never thought of using this method to absorb the soul bodies before.
Fang Heng said that it was comfortable, but he was miserable. He was exhausted and had to lure the monsters everywhere.
A necromancer.
A mage.
He had reached the point where he had to learn how to do long-distance runs.
Li Shaoqiang's emotions were complicated now.
He could not figure out what kind of changes had happened to Fang Heng's body. He could withstand the simultaneous attacks of so many undead creatures!
He was also able to maintain his spellcasting state, and like boiling frogs in warm water, he slowly seized the strength of the elementary souls and completely sealed them within the Book of the Dead.
Thinking carefully, this kind of terrifying ability was probably something that only Fang Heng alone could do.
On the other side, after absorbing more than ten souls that had been lured over, Fang Heng closed the Book of the Dead in his hand and took a deep breath.
It seemed that the plan had succeeded.
Fang Heng could feel that he was far from reaching his limit!
The intelligence of an undead life form was not high, and it was even a little low.
He hid under a 90-degree wall, and only four elementary soul forms could attack him at the same time.
The skill effect of the undying body almost completely ignored the damage caused by a soul form.
Secondly, the holy weapon of the vampires and the level up of the vampire bloodline gave a terrifying all-attribute bonus.
Compared to before he entered District 7, Fang Heng's mental strength had increased sufficiently, and he could maintain the Book of the Dead for a longer period of time.
According to Fang Heng's estimation, he could use the Book of the Dead for about five hours.
And the rippling strength released by the Book of the Dead was similar to an AOE attack.
In theory, the more souls, the better!
However...
Fang Heng's gaze shifted to his two teammates who were slumped on the ground.
The two teammates in front of him could no longer hold on.
Li Shaoqiang sat on the ground, looking like he was about to break down.
When he saw Fang Heng's gaze, he also smiled bitterly in his heart.
What was the meaning of Fang Heng's gaze?
He thought that everyone was like him. He was a necromancer yet he had to act like a meat shield with unlimited stamina?
Li Shaoqiang repeatedly waved his hands to beg for mercy. "Fang Heng, I can't do it anymore. I really can't run anymore. We have not learned this. Our abilities are limited. Please forgive me."
Looking at Li Shaoqiang's bitter expression, Fang Heng lowered his head and thought for a moment.
He had no choice. To control the Book of the Dead required him to focus his spirit and continue casting spells. He also had no way to personally run over to pick up the monsters. Furthermore, the interior of the maze extended in all directions, sometimes, if one was unlucky, they might have to walk a long distance before they would encounter an elementary soul that rose from the ground.
"Is there no other way?"
"I can't say whether there's a way or not. In any case, I really can't do it."
Li Shaoqiang said as he pointed at the cart at the side. "Look, you're almost out of holy water, right? You can't hold on any longer."
Indeed.
Fang Heng turned his head to look at the cart beside him.
He was constantly being beaten up, so he was constantly being affected by the curse effect.
He needed to use a large amount of holy water to remove the curse effect from his body every once in a while.
As time passed, the holy water on the cart was almost used up.
Fang Heng touched his chin and had an inspiration.
He raised his head to look at the two of them.
"Gentlemen, I have an immature idea. See if you have any suggestions."
