Cheese glanced out of the corner of his eye at the people in the room behind him as he confronted the ghoul. He noticed that Kolandy's thorns had apparently done more harm to his companions than the rough-skinned ghouls, and that neither Amiah nor Ciel had been able to help him. At the same time, the mage touched his body, and the outfit under the gray robe was just an ordinary shirt and trousers, although it looked decent and convenient to move, but if there was anything that could help him in the next battle, it was really not.

"What, without the ring and robes, our great grey-robed wizard has no tricks to use?" Edward noticed Cheese's embarrassment, and a sneer appeared on his lips. The Grey Mage's greatest reliance is on the witch's ring and the grey robe on her body, which is the news she received from the Wraith. Now it seems that this is true, without the assistance of magic equipment, the wizard does not even have the courage to confront himself, coupled with the shovel in his hand for some reason has the ability to break magic, the Ghoul King's self-confidence is unprecedentedly inflated at this moment, and it suddenly feels that it is not impossible to kill Cheese here and then kill everyone else in the room.

Mage, shook his head. He noticed a shift in his opponent's attitude toward combat, and this was not good news. Because at this time, the cheese really lacked the capital to fight the enemy head-on. In any case, spellcasters, especially those like Cheese, rely heavily on the advantages of distance. When they have plenty of space to trade spell time, wizards can play with their enemies. Of course, not all the time the enemy will be stupid like a stake running towards the caster and become a target, so each mage will have their own way of dragging close enemies for a chance, such as the Transfiguration that the Curse Raven once cast. However, as a wizard who had just come out of his studies, Cheese had never had the opportunity to fight against the enemy without the gray robe, and at this time he found that without this robe, he could not resist the attack of the ghouls for a while! Cheese said to himself in his heart.

Edward wouldn't let Cheese think of an idea against him indefinitely, ghouls knew very well how to fight the spellcaster, that is, fast, so fast that their thinking speed could not keep up with the speed of battle, then even if that wizard had the ability to slay dragons and destroy cities, he would not be able to use it. With that in mind, Edward began to attack. How fast do ghouls attack? It's hard to quantify the answer, but from Lothar's experience with them, a battle-trained warrior can keep up with the pace of ghoul attacks. However, Cheese is not a warrior. Even though his body has a mana boost, it doesn't mean that he can adapt to too fast white-knuckle combat.

"Poof!" the shovel slashed across his right arm, blood trickling down the skin beneath his clothes, staining the sleeve of the wizard's coat red. Moving the body and letting the less important limbs resist the damage is already the limit of what Cheese can do in a hurry. "Haha, it looks like your skin isn't as strong as your robes!" the blood, which stimulated the ghoul's ferocity, Edward bared his sharp teeth, half-threatening, half-mocking to the mage who was close by.

And the answer was half a mouthful of blood that Cheese spat out of his mouth. "Phew!" the ghoul didn't expect the mage's movements, and the blood hit its face and flowed into its eyes. "Bugs!" Edward cursed, swinging his weapon toward the mage's position, and Cheese had of course taken advantage of the momentary moment to shift his position. That being said, there wasn't much room to hide in this room, not to mention that Aimia had taken up nearly a quarter of the room, so the mage wasn't too frustrated to hide behind his wounded ally. Fortunately, the many Edward ghouls that had been petrified by cheese had an effect at this time, and their bodies were large enough to cover the thinner wizards.

"Coward, coward, you're nothing without magic!" the Ghoul King rubbed his eyes with his free hand, temporarily regaining sight in one eye. It saw that Cheese was no longer in front of him, and after a little thought, it guessed that the mage must have hidden behind the stone statue. Edward roared angrily, the shovel in his hand wanted to cut down a stone statue in front of him, but in his heart he still hoped that these petrified people could come back to life, so he changed his trick halfway and just gently pushed it away. It was naturally inefficient to search like this, and the oppressive feeling of not knowing what spell Cheese was preparing was like a manic ghoul in his throat, and he simply rushed through the stone statues and walked towards Emia and the others in the depths of the room. "It's okay if you don't come out, I'll kill them first, you're all going to have to die here today anyway, just change the order. ”

"Stop!" Hearing this, Cheese immediately stepped out from behind the stone statue where he was hiding. The mage looked panicked, as if he was afraid that Edward would attack his companions first. The smell of fear caused the ghoul to let out a smug laugh, thus ignoring that Cheese was still on his left hand behind the stone statue. "That's right, just stand there, I'll let you die, it's not that painful. ”

"Isn't it right that you say I'm nothing without magic?" the mage's face was full of frustration, as if reflecting on his own incompetence. It seems that he has completely given up the desire to fight. "It's true that I'm not good at fighting, and you took my robes. I don't have a chance to chant a spell in front of you, I don't have a chance to make a spell casting gesture..."Cheese's words grew faster and faster, but the expression on his face did not fade, but began to change from frustration to excitement. Edward realized that something was wrong, and he left to give up walking, and flew forward to kill the mage directly, but the second half of Cheese's words still came out, "But there is no chance, there is no chance." Because, I'm magic!"

"Ahh Wisps of dark green smoke floated out of the cracks between its fingers, and the blood from the cheese that splashed on Edward's body turned into a very corrosive acid in an instant! The corroded pain of the eyeball ravages the Ghoul King, causing it to continue to let out a terrible roar.

Cheese smiled, and his spell was successful. Although the price of this is that his right hand and arm are also eroded by the strong acid that has been transformed together, and the enemy is undoubtedly much worse than himself, isn't he? The mage staggered over to the ghoul and picked up the shovel it had thrown on the ground, and sure enough, this ordinary gravedigger shovel was filled with a strong but faint aura of magic at some point. Unlike the Witch Hunting Knife, the magic on the shovel does not repel the same caster, so the Grey Mage was able to pick it up.

The powerful acid made from the blood of wizards is more than just corrosion, it is one of the most powerful anesthetics in the world. Under the influence of the blood poison, Cheese was not worried about what else Edward could do to fight back. He swung the shovel twice with his left hand, and when he realized that he could use the tool with his own arm strength, he raised it high and pointed the tip of the shovel at the gap in the ghoul king's vertebrae like an executioner about to behead a prisoner, and the mage who was proficient in anatomy knew that from here, he could cut off the opponent's head with the utmost ease.

"Tell me Soul Keeper, have you thought about how to build your grave?" Cheese's weapon slashed off after saying the unanswered question! Exclamations, exclamations from Aemia and the others, what were they exclaiming? Did the mage take his revenge with such cruelty? Or was he surprised by the sharpness of the ordinary shovel? Or was he surprised by the ghoul claws that caught the shovel...

"Soul keepers don't need a cemetery, we're immortal!"