Dark Magus Returns - Chapter 856: The Worst Curse

The people from the Town of Flendon, as well as the Behemoth Clan warriors, had certainly just witnessed what felt like a Divine warrior’s feat.

Although there were warriors that could take out a large number through various techniques such as Belil, and those on his level, they had yet to hear of someone whose main weapon of choice was a bow and arrow do the same, and in such a way as well.

It didn’t feel as if there was a great force of Qi used, and the deaths had come about in an effortless and odd way, making them feel as if they were being punished or helped by a Divine warrior.

From a single shot of Froma’s bow, a thousand arrows had rained on the ground below. They weren’t even regular arrow shots, but ones that felt like they had a life to them as they wiggled and moved.

With that single shot, over 700 of the great 20,000 force had disappeared.

After the strange attack had killed many on the battlefield, something strange was occurring. The arrows that had pierced the men started to melt into a liquid; the liquid started to gather, and as it did, it went up into the air as a ball of mass.

Seeing this, that was when Froma’s heart started to thump.

‘I read that note, I knew what was coming,’ she thought. ‘There is no running away from this. I helped them all out as much as I could.’

Froma turned around, and the large substance that was in the air started to come towards her. Seeing this, those that were on the wall started to move away.

Seeing what it had just done to the others, they feared that now it was going to do the same to them.

Froma lifted her hands up as tears flowed out of her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll be able to help anymore in this fight.”

Alba nodded; she understood as Froma had warned her, and understood after learning that the weapons that the Dark Magus created with great power came with great drawbacks. Although Alba never did learn what Froma’s was.

The red substance in the air went inside her body. It was all drained back in, and in an instant, excruciating pain had hit her all at once.

She felt like she had been stabbed right through the head with an arrow. Not just in her head, but several other parts of her body, including that of her heart.

It wasn’t just a single pain that lasted, though, for it repeatedly felt like she was being stabbed in the head over and over, as well as her heart and other parts of her body.

The agonizing torture had begun, hitting her; her body felt in shock as the pain overwhelmed her. She wasn’t even able to move as she just fell to the floor.

This was part of the weapon’s curse. When picking up the note, Froma had learned that there were many ways the weapon could be used.

The weapon itself could be used in a number of different ways; she even could have used it as a single arrow, and fought how she usually would have fought.

However, she was afraid that the curse would be too much for her. The weapon’s curse was that she was to feel the pain that the weapon inflicted onto the others.

She would experience what death was like if she was to fight her opponents and do so over and over again.

Knowing this, she was afraid that after firing one arrow and experiencing death once, she might be afraid to fire it again and again.

This was where one of the arrow’s abilities had come in. She had the power to draw out as many arrows as she wanted in one go.

If it didn’t hit her opponent, then there was no drawback, since it was only the pain that was inflicted that would go back to her.

Still, because she knew of this, she decided to use a large number of arrows. If it was the only attack she would do in the fight, then she wanted to at least make it last.

In this situation, she had used the arrows the best she could but didn’t wish to call a number out larger than a thousand for fear that maybe even her mind couldn’t take it, and she too would fall to death.

As she experienced all of the pain, her eyes closed, and she fell to the ground. No one expected her to get up anytime soon.

“Don’t let her chance go to waste!” Andy shouted. “We have to use this chance while they’re startled and not yet at the wall. Everyone, fire!”

Those on the wall had already been given bows and arrows. Failures that had been made while the Dark Magus was aiming for the perfect creation.

Some of them were cursed items as well. Others just enhanced weapons. Regardless, the people didn’t care as they fired away.

Little effort was needed on their part as the weapons fired arrows that exploded on impact. Some of them, as they hit their target, electrified the Behemoth Clan members.

The Behemoth Clan members were rattled. What was meant to be an easy task-taking over a simple town of non-Pagna warriors-was already proving difficult at the first hurdle.

Regardless of the curse that was affecting them, or the pain that they felt, the guards on the wall continued to pull their bows and fire the arrows as they could see they were extremely effective; they already felt like they had a chance.

Sha Mo, seeing all of this, had a large vein starting to bulge at the side of his head.

“What are you all doing!” Sha Mo shouted, stomping his foot on the ground. His Qi lifted around fifty warriors who were directly in front of him into the air until they were head height, and then they fell back onto the floor.

“I told you all to charge, so why are you still standing around? If I see anyone retreat, anyone moving backward, then I will make sure to kill you myself!” Sha Mo ordered.

With no hesitation, the large army started to move towards Flendon, once again.