Fingerley saw through his thoughts and smiled, saying, "I suggest you all close your eyes, it’s best not to look at what’s coming next."
"Why?"
"Because... Matilda hasn’t completely mastered the weapons, and there might be a small problem when she uses them."
As he spoke, every adventurer enveloped by the red aura saw more or less red phantoms appearing around them.
Fingerley shrugged and said, "Just like this, the effect of Hell’s March will also affect you."
That feeling wasn’t much, although summoning the deceased who once injured him to fight felt a bit embarrassing, it wasn’t enough to kick Matilda out of the team, right? Tusi was even more puzzled.
Fingerley smiled silently, turning his head to look at the hundreds of figures taking shape in front of him, a nostalgic expression appearing on his face.
"But the people who hurt seem to not have died," Tusi looked at the phantoms forming before him with a face full of confusion, muttering to himself:
"Who can I summon... Grandma!?"
Seeing the kind-faced old woman appear before him, Tusi’s brain froze; it was his grandmother who had loved him most in his childhood but had passed away unexpectedly due to a terrible illness!
The mont he saw a loved one, his heart was stabbed painfully.
"Mom!?" "Sister?" "Wi, wife!"
Exclamations arose one after another among the adventurers as they all saw the deceased hidden in their hearts!
The summoning condition of [Hell’s March] is the deceased who "caused oneself injury," and this injury includes both the physical level and the spiritual level of a dead heart and sorrow.
eting the deceased is proclaid as a miracle in so religions; when the living see their dead relatives, they might feel happiness.
But don’t forget the hard condition of Hell’s March is "injury," if the summoned deceased cannot make the summoner "injure," then it is not Hell at all.
On the other side, among the adventurers who saw the deceased, so had already burst into tears, crying their hearts out in pain.
Tusi was originally holding back, but the kind smile of his grandmother before him flickered for a mont and suddenly turned into the painful appearance she had before dying from illness, which was the most stimulating appearance for Tusi!
In that instant, he could no longer endure, tears burst from his eyes.
"Sigh," Fingerley looked at the Bone Stick Team’s reaction and said in his heart: Sorry, I’ll give you spiritual compensation when we get back.
Hell’s March has the ability to evoke others’ sorrowful emotions, each ti it is used, it’s akin to making people around feel the pain of losing a close one all over again, and the deeper this pain, the stronger the phantoms beco.
Originally hidden scars being repeatedly opened, no one can endure that, which is why Matilda couldn’t stay in the previous team.
But luckily, she t Fingerley and Aleya, the latter had no phantoms around her, while the forr...
Hundreds of phantoms clustered around Fingerley, elders, adults, and children, each with a smile on their face; their clothing was very similar, their looks sowhat alike; they were villagers from the village where Fingerley was born.
"Mr. Fingerley, why don’t you have..." Tusi fought not to look at his grandmother’s battle with the monster, he could only shift his attention elsewhere, asking Fingerley.
"I’ve gotten used to it."
Fingerley blinked, and the villagers before him suddenly changed appearance, the honest villagers’ figures twisted instantly, various monster traits appeared on their bodies, each one transford into sinister beings, roaring to the sky with jaws wide open!
Tusi was startled, cold sweat streaming down his face, "This, what is happening!"
Fingerley patted his shoulder and said:
"Once for protecting my comrades, my brain was cursed, basically making unable to adventure again, so the captain kicked out, I was heartbroken for a long ti, just wanted to go back to my hotown to farm, because the people there were very good to , they’d accept even if I returned as a good-for-nothing."
"When I got back ho, the village was gone, monsters were everywhere, I almost got killed,"
"Thankfully, so rcenaries happened to patrol nearby and saved , I killed the monsters with them."
"Later, the rcenary leader told these monsters were locals turned into monsters because of the evil magician’s invasion."
Hundreds of villagers turned beasts pounced on the rancid at creatures, many more attacking the Deep Bishop group’s protective shield; the ground teed with eerie howls.
Tusi understood Fingerley’s aning, he knew he’d best stay silent.
Fingerley personally killed the people from his village.
"Alright, let’s not make the atmosphere so gloomy, these are all things of the past." Fingerley strongly patted Tusi’s back, his face displaying the usual radiant smile, "Being able to see everyone with Matilda’s ability—I actually feel very fortunate."
Tusi remained silent, rely seeing his grandmother made him lancholic, but what about Fingerley, who saw everyone from his entire village at once?
"Mr. Fingerley, who were the rcenaries that saved you?"
"Why the interest? At that ti, they weren’t famous yet."
He mimicked flapping wings with his hands.
"It was the Light Eagle Group, back then they were called the White Eagle Group."
"The information that the monsters were transford villagers and their weakness was the head, both were told to by their captain Eliphas during the battle."
Fingerley looked up at the ceiling and sighed, "At the ti, I never imagined he’d beco an important figure in the Kingdom, such a pity I still haven’t found the magician who destroyed my village."
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