Cheese doesn't like the undead. This was not because he felt that the existence was too evil, but because the mage had tried to delve into the path of the undead, but he quickly abandoned it, which in Cheese's eyes did not lead him to the truth. It also had to do with another of his fellow disciples in the Grey Tower, and a heated argument made the mage determined not to touch this deep knowledge, and it also caused him to reflect on many things related to it. And Cheese's understanding of the existence of many undead also began at that time, and disgust often makes a person understand something more than enthusiasm. This also means that although the mage is not good at using death-related magic, he is well aware of the principles and requirements of these magics, such as the birth of the undead.

"Who presided over your conversion ritual? Those wraiths don't have the skills. With the grey robe back in place, Cheese finally had the confidence to stand in front of the Ghoul King without fear. He asked the question to his opponent as he glanced at the shovel that was still undamaged under the dragonfire, Edward's transformation reminded the mage that he was now certain that the magic attached to the shovel also came from necromancy, and maybe even from the guy who had turned the Ghoul King into what he was looking like.

"Hehe, haven't you always thought you were erudite? why don't you guess for yourself?" Edward, of course, would not answer the mage's question, anger made the red light in his eyes even more penetrating, it had never thought that this raid would turn out to be what it was looking like. What should have been a clean assassination turned into a grappling, and the gray-robed mage joined halfway through to make a lot of damage to his people, and even, he revealed the biggest secret of the ghoul king, the soul keeper who believed in death became the undead who desecrated death. As long as this news is announced, it is believed that no one in the Edward family will recognize its position as patriarch again. So for it, all the people in this room today must die.

Cheese tilted his head, his hands began to condense the energy of magic, and the light in his eyes grew. "It doesn't matter, when I knock you down, there will naturally be a way to find that person. The mage's voice was unusually calm, as if he were telling of something that was already destined to happen.

"Wishful thinking. The ghoul roared, but lost its throat, and its voice could no longer be as passionate as that of a real living person, and it sounded very strange. The mutilation of its body did not affect Edward's movements in the slightest, and the short distance between it and Cheese disappeared in an instant, and the bone-baring claws slammed into the mage's chest with the smell of charcoal!

"Without your sense of smell, you can't even tell the difference between the real and the fake?" The illusion strung into the ghoul's claws turned into a cloud of gray smoke, and the mage's mouth turned into a disdainful smile. For Cheese, there are many tricks he can use against the undead with dull senses. He raised his left hand and waved it on his head, and the clear moonlight shone into the room along the hole in the roof, and under this layer of moonlight, everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the figure of cheese suddenly became as many as five!

This purely visual trickery is naturally useless against ghouls under normal circumstances, and they only need to sniff casually to distinguish between real flesh and false apparitions. But for the undead, especially the newly transformed undead, I'm afraid it's not so easy. It is true that without the eyes and ears as organs, the undead have a way of perception independent of their physical senses, but in fact, the undead who have been transformed into living beings are often accustomed to embodying this way of perception into sight and hearing, so that they can understand these external messages. The fact that Edward's flesh and skin were still fresh before being burned by the dragon fire is proof that it hasn't been transformed for long, and that it's not familiar enough with the new life form.

The Ghoul King stood blankly in the middle of the five cheeses, looking at this and that, trying to find out which one was the real mage. But under the moonlight, every cheese is the same, and the movements, demeanor, and even the stains on the placket are exactly the same, so that people can't tell the difference. In this case, Edward knew that his chance of catching the real mage at once was probably completely non-existent, and who knew if Cheese would be able to replace his entity and the surrounding phantoms? The ghoul turned to pounce on the others, but though his back was on the wizard, Edward's attention remained on the five cheeses.

All the mages sighed slightly, feeling sorry for the spell they were about to complete but had to abort, his enemies did know where their fate was. The illusion vanished, and the rest of the cheese faded with the dimming of the moonlight, leaving only the one furthest from the enemy to raise his hands and point at his opponent. "Boom!" The dirt in the hole in the floor turned into a huge arm under the man's control, and quickly grabbed at Edward! But the ghoul had already prepared, its hands turned backwards at an angle that the creature could not complete, and its whole body rose from the ground with the surging dirt as a support point!

Cheese looked at the enemy who was rushing towards him, his hands spread out, as if he didn't intend to resist at all. And it is true, mobilizing the earth to form an arm after interrupting the spell is already the limit of his spell casting, and too often casting spells makes the mage's body tend to collapse. So, seeing that the ghoul king's claws were about to tear apart the human body under the gray robe, why could the mage still laugh?" He whispered.

Edward didn't care what Cheese meant by that, he just wanted to kill the wizard first, and then everyone in the room. "Die, Grey Robe. The undead's voice whispered, and the starlight shining through the roof reflected on it, neutralizing the ugliness of its festering body. In an instant, the ghoul almost saw its claws poking into its gray robes, and then, with a tremendous force, it was tossed off and pinned against the wall, unable to move again.

"Whew..."The threat was lifted, and Cheese's body instantly lost its strength to support it, and the mage threw his ass back to the ground and let out a sigh of relief. "That's why I said, you're coming too slowly. Loud footsteps appeared in the hallway, and the sound characteristic of Losana's boots was distinct.

"You still say I'm slow, explain the big guy in the sky, you can't imagine what the street was like when we came. The wolfwalker said dissatisfiedly, and then intensified the suppression of the ghoul, in the face of Jack's strange power, Edward, who had lost the blessing of muscles, had no room to act at all, and could only be at his mercy like a rag doll. That's right, it wasn't magic that swept the enemy's claws off Cheese at the last moment, but werewolves galloping all the way.

"I don't care what they do, I've had enough of it tonight. First the crab, then the ghoul, and spit out by the damn dragon fire. Let Lady Emia tie up that traitor, and I'll talk about it when I'm awake. With that, the mage fainted very simply.