Cultist’s Fireball Bombardment

"Data Panel!"

Name: Parr Skystar

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 10 (20)

Realm: Peak Rookie (0/50)

Stamina: 35/50

Spirit Points: 2/10

HP: 100/100

Talent: Get Up On Time LVL 1

Skills:

Wind Wolf Basic Breathing Technique LVL 5

Wind Wolf Basic Sword Drawing Technique LVL 4

Life Energy Points: 41

Spiritual Energy Points: 30

Parr fixed his gaze on the skill panel that lit up. Looking at the Wind Wolf Basic Sword Drawing Technique, a thought flashed through his mind. An upgrade notification suddenly appeared.

"Beep, would you like to use 10 Life Energy Points to upgrade the Wind Wolf Basic Sword Drawing Technique to LVL 5?"

Parr's attack power was still not strong enough to kill the black-robed zombie. Since his realm could not be raised yet, Parr could only increase this skill once more.

"Yes!"

"Beep, 10 Life Energy Points have been used, and the skill has been upgraded."

Wind Wolf Basic Sword Drawing Technique LVL 5 (the most basic sword drawing technique in the Wind Wolf Kingdom. There are a total of three moves: upper slash, diagonal slash, horizontal slash. Usage cost: 5 Stamina.)

This was Parr's preparation for the possibility of another confrontation with the black-robed zombie. If things were as Old Jack had said, the cultists would not be willing to risk losing the black-robed zombies here. Hence, it would be best if all of them waited until daytime. However, if Old Jack was wrong…

Then, reality proved that the situation often developed in the wrong direction.

Boom!

After Paar finished leveling up his skills, he rested for a while. Moments later, he heard a loud explosion. Something seemed to have exploded outside the walls of Haystack Village's warehouse. The warehouse walls suffered a few cracks from the explosion and did not collapse. However, the people inside were all scared out of their wits.

"What the hell?"

Parr's ears were buzzing. He covered his ears and shook his head. As he tried to stand up and observe the situation, Old Jack pounced on him and shouted, 

"It's a Fireball spell! Quickly lie down!"

Boom!

The explosion rang again. This time, it came from the warehouse door, which had shattered with a loud bang. Orange flames rushed in and ignited some of the items in the warehouse. Only the fire-resistant iron and wood walls remained. Otherwise, Haystack Village would have been wiped out today.

The broken door had caused heavy casualties to the people in front of the warehouse. Miserable screams reached the ears of Parr, who Old Jack protected.

"Father! Father! Are you okay?"

Parr gently pushed away Old Jack, who was on top of him, and called out anxiously. Only now did his transmigrated soul finally have feelings for his family member in this world. 

"Cough, cough."

Old Jack's back was covered in blood due to the penetration by wooden splinters, and he coughed a few times. He opened his eyes and looked at the anxious Parr in front of him for a moment. Only then did he realize where he was and what had just happened.

"Run! Parr, run quickly!"

Old Jack's first thing upon returning to his senses was getting Parr to run away. Under Parr's stunned gaze, he struggled to stand up. Old Jack glanced left and right and found his short sword embedded into the ground.

Old Jack pulled the sword out and turned around to look at the black-robed zombies who were slowly approaching. He noticed that a black-robed man had also appeared behind them.

The black-robed man raised an arm and pointed his palm towards the warehouse. On his middle finger was a ring inlaid with a dark ruby. The ruby was very dark, and there were cracks on it. The man should not be able to fire a third fireball from the looks of it.

However, it did not matter. Fireballs were not the primary offensive method of the death cultists. Their primary method was the zombies that would not feel pain and were not afraid of death.

"Cultists!"

Old Jack gritted his teeth and squeezed the word out when he saw the black-robed man. He slowly walked out of the warehouse and stood in front of the broken door.

"I'll stop him. Parr, run quickly. Don't turn back. Run towards the town."

Old Jack's instructions brought the stunned Parr back to his senses. He slowly lowered his head and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Can I really escape?"

…

"Death is a certainty for humans, yet I could live for thousands of years. I have no reason to escape alone. Moreover, I have taken over Parr's soul. How could I possibly leave? If I do that, I won't be able to forgive myself!"

Parr got up from the ground while murmuring in a low voice. He held the sheath of his sword with his left hand and grasped the hilt with his right hand. He quickly walked to Old Jack's side and tilted his head.

"Father, I don't think there's a need for us to escape. We've still got a fighting chance! Besides, they have surrounded us. Where can I escape to?"

"Parr..."

Old Jack had obviously noticed this as well. The black-robed zombies weren't in a hurry to attack. Instead, they fanned out and surrounded them. Everyone here was stuck in a warehouse without a back door. There was indeed no way to escape.

Sigh.

'I can only fight it out. I hope that there's a chance for Parr to escape later,' Old Jack thought. He didn't say it out loud because if he did, he knew Parr would never leave without him.

Therefore, Old Jack nodded, and a carefree smile appeared on his bruised face. With a smile, he said,

"We have a fighting chance indeed! Parr, you said it well! Did you learn that from Rotes?"

"I sure did, didn't I?"

Parr replied vaguely, but Old Jack didn't care. He continued,

"Parr, if the zombies attack, I'll fight them first. After I clash with them, you'd have the chance to attack. You need to divert some of your attention to the black-robed man in the distance. He is a cultist. Do not think twice if you see the ring on his hand glowing. You need to get down to the ground instantly. Do you understand?"

"I shall remember that!"

Parr nodded and did not ask further. Now was not the time to ask questions.

…

"Hehehe..."

Under the gaze of Parr and Old Jack, the black-robed man slowly lowered his arm. Sinister laughter came from under the hood that covered his face. Then, he raised his head slightly, revealing a sharp chin and gray lips. He then said in a hoarse voice,

"Bring him up!"

As soon as the words were uttered, Parr and Old Jack saw two black-robed zombies carrying a dying old man from afar. The black-robed zombies were silent. Their faces were pale, and their movements were a bit stiff.

The old man had white hair. His head was lowered, and his face was lifeless. Only his slightly heaving chest proved that he was still alive. However, it seemed that he was at the end of his rope and would not last long.

"Is this..."

The moment Parr saw the old man, a familiar feeling welled up in his heart. He could not help but blurt out a name that was familiar to the children of Haystack Village.

"Master Rotes!"

An impulse transpired in Parr's heart. He automatically took two steps forward to save the old man, but at this moment, Tian Xing was in control of his body. He forcefully suppressed the urge to seek death. At the same time, a vivid memory surged into his mind. It was the memory of how Parr had been injured previously.

Previously, Tian Xing had only taken a cursory glance and thought that Parr was a brat who could not differentiate between bravery and stupidity. However, now that he examined further, he learned that Parr had witnessed Rotes single-handedly lure away a few black-robed zombies. Rotes had intended to save someone, which resulted in him being severely injured by the undead.

Rotes had trained Parr for half a year as the butcher of Haystack village. He was the person that the children feared the most. However, after living with him, Parr discovered that Rotes has a kind heart. Although Rotes was ugly, he treated Parr as his grandson. Apart from teaching Parr, he also often told Parr stories and cooked delicious food for him.

"Parr, calm down!"

Old Jack noticed Parr's anger and turned his head slightly to warn him. When he saw that Parr did not impulsively save Rotes, he was relieved and somewhat gratified. He felt that Parr had matured a lot tonight and was no longer the naughty child who killed chickens.

…

"Rotes, I've been looking for you!"

The two black-robed zombies brought the dying Rotes to the front of the black-robed man. The black-robed man reached out and grabbed Rotes' white hair. He then pulled the hood off his head with his other hand. A face that was somewhat similar to Rotes was revealed.

"You're... Colin!"

Rotes opened his eyes with great difficulty and glanced at the black-robed man. A blurry voice came out of his mouth.

"Why are you here?"

"Yes! It's me, Uncle. I didn't expect that a person who abandoned his family would still remember me. I'm so touched. Yet, you dare ask why am I here?"

Colin, the black-robed man, was about to cry as he spoke, but he immediately recovered. 

He changed his tone and roared, "Let me ask you this, my beloved uncle! You caused trouble and disappeared for more than ten years. Last year, your enemies found my house and killed everyone in it. I was the only one who was lucky enough to be saved by my mentor. My mentor managed to kill all the enemies. Take a closer look. Don't these zombies look familiar?"

Colin pointed at the black-robed zombies in the field. Without waiting for Rotes to answer, he revealed the answer himself. "These are all your enemies, Uncle!"

"..."

Rotes turned his head to take a look. Under the bright moonlight, he seemed to have seen something clearly. Two streams of warm tears flowed from his cloudy eyes. He cracked his lips and chuckled.

"Hehe."

"You dare to laugh?"

Colin seemed to have been greatly insulted upon hearing Rotes' laughter. He took a few deep breaths and shouted hysterically,

"Uncle, I've been holding back all this time. Right now, I want you to see with your own eyes that no one in this village would survive. Kill them all!"

…