Chapter 93: Red-Faced Warrior Emerges! Ghosts Stalk the Night

The five drums spread out in a circle, wrapping tightly around the waist.

Crackling! Zizizi...

With drumsticks in hand, the large drum began to spin on its own. Each strike of the drumstick was perfectly timed, and the speed increased rapidly, as did the intensity of the thunder and lightning!

In an instant, a massive golden thunder giant, almost identical to Reggae, materialized, raising both hands in an attempt to catch Zach's giant fingers pressing down.

Though it was called a giant, it was nowhere near as thick as Zach's arm at that moment.

Boom!

With a single press of his finger, the thunder giant's body shattered upon contact, its form crumbling from head to toe in the blink of an eye.

Pulling his finger back, a hole was left in the ground, and quicksand began to gather around it.

Zach waved his hand again, and his giant hand reached for Reggae.

Reggae fought desperately, trying to break free.

Zach squeezed his fingers tightly, and hundreds of thousands of lightning needles pierced into Reggae's body simultaneously.

He let go, and Reggae collapsed into nothingness, reduced to nothing but blackened dust, carried away by the wind.

[Successfully killed Wugu Reggae! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the customs clearance treasure chest, killing point +1500!]

[Extracting... ]

[Extraction successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill Thunder Drum! Magic power +200, magic defense +100, power attribute +100!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill Thunder Drum, which will automatically upgrade to SSS-level Thunder Drum!]

[Calling...]

[Successful summoning! Congratulations to the host for acquiring five drums of reggae!]

Zach personally thought the five-drum reggae would be more imposing once transformed into spirits.

The entire body shifted to a black-and-white hue, and the red face became black. Its sinister grin revealed a mouth full of sharp fangs.

Not wanting to linger, Zach quickly opened the portal to the fifteenth floor.

His goal was to clear the remaining floors of the trial tower before fatigue set in.

While energy drinks could stave off drowsiness, Zach preferred to avoid them and sleep soundly. The idea of resting until he naturally woke up felt incredibly satisfying to him.

It was a reminder that even in the midst of battle, a balance of work and rest was important. There was no need to push oneself endlessly like a machine of destruction.

Accompanied by Miria, Zach stepped onto the fifteenth floor.

The surroundings had a distinctly ancient feel. Low wooden buildings with black tiles filled the space, none taller than two stories.

"Ancient streets?" Zach mused. Aside from the monsters, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was on a journey, having seen numerous strange sights along the way.

A peculiar sound of armor clashing and heavy footsteps echoed from behind.

Zach and Miria turned at the same time.

"A warrior?"

It was a samurai, draped in Sakura-style armor.

A thick, almost gaudy headgear sat atop his head, featuring a golden-faced black-horned imp. White hair blew backward in the wind, and a red ghost mask obscured his face, leaving only a sinister grin visible.

His exposed left chest and arm revealed a greenish skin tone, and dark red tattoos of little ghost-like figures seemed to shift constantly, marking him as no ordinary being.

Two samurai swords were sheathed at his waist—one large, one small.

The small katana was barely half the size of the larger one.

Standing at nearly two meters tall, his build was massive and imposing.

"Is there only one?" Zach asked, scanning the area with his magic pupils. Apart from himself and Miria, there was no sign of others.

When the red-faced warrior drew closer, he stopped at a distance of about fifty or sixty meters.

Raising his right arm, which was armored, he grasped the hilt of his large katana, pulling it slowly from the scabbard.

With a flash, a green, fog-like mist erupted from the blade, its fluorescent glow forming waves that surged behind him.

The mist took shape as evil ghosts, their forms outlined in varying shades of light and dark green, with skulls, pointed noses, and multiple eyes.

The red-faced samurai held the katana high above his head, the green light soaring into the sky.

With a single slash, the very fabric of space seemed to tear.

A portal appeared, and from it poured a swarm of evil spirits, rushing toward Zach.

Summoning the undead?

Zach quickly deduced it was more likely summoning ghosts.

He decided to test whether the Angel Knight could purify these spirits.

Behind them, light portals opened one by one, revealing angel knights standing in midair, weapons in hand.

They looked down at the ferocious spirits, who seemed eager to rip Zach apart, just waiting for the signal.

All the angel knights raised their swords, shields, and spears in unison, then charged forward.

The purifying effect of their attacks was devastating to the mountain spirits and ghosts.

Slashes cut deep, and soon, the spirits began to dissipate like smoke.

Arrow after arrow, shot from the sky, pierced the ghosts, their bodies falling apart under the relentless assault.

The rain of arrows continued until the last ghost had been reduced to green smoke, fading into the air.

Zach had not expected the Angel Knights to be so effective, especially compared to the more standard guardian iron cavalry, who wouldn't have been able to match this purifying strength.

Seeing the ghosts completely wiped out, Zach couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

However, the red-faced samurai didn't show any sign of panic. Instead, he remained calm, raising his katana once more.

This time, he did not bring it down immediately.

Boom!

The green light erupted again, more intense and violent this time.

It spiraled upwards, transforming into a massive, towering ghostly hand.

The hand's surface was covered with countless eyes of different sizes, each moving independently, creating a disorienting and unnerving sight.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, the giant hand came down, covering the entire sky in its shadow.

In contrast, the Angel Knights appeared tiny, their forms barely visible beneath the massive hand.