Chapter 271: Ambush
The carriage traveled for about ten minutes in the quiet night before finally stopping in front of a dilapidated complex of buildings.
Lorne lifted the carriage window curtain and looked out, seeing a cluster of ruined buildings that looked particularly sinister in the Darkness, accompanied by the faint sound of rushing river water, "hua la la," coming from nearby.
"A dock?"
"This is the West Baylan Shipyard, which has been abandoned for a year and is about to undergo reconstruction," Marich's hoarse voice came from the side. "Our designated ambush spot is in its warehouse area."
The Tussock River was right next to them if anything went wrong, they could jump into the river and escape. Lorne analyzed the surroundings as he stepped out of the carriage.
Afterward, he followed Sharon and Marich deep into the abandoned shipyard.
After walking for about five or six minutes, they arrived at an open space enclosed by several large warehouses.
"My Zombies are sleeping underground here, so pay attention," Marich pointed out several spots and warned.
Buried underground *Night of the Living Dead*? Hearing his description, Lorne suddenly recalled an old movie he had once watched.
Sharon glanced around, confirmed everything was fine, and said to Lorne, "Get ready. We are going to lure the enemies over."
"This won't take more than thirty minutes, so please manage your time well." She paused, then added, "After you're ready, randomly hide inside one of the warehouses. Don't rush to attack; you must have enough patience."
"Wait until I become weak and the crimson moon diadem appears, then launch a surprise attack on that Wraith, Steve."
"The plan... sounds straightforward enough," Lorne mused, resting his chin in his hand.
"The simpler the plan, the more effective it often is," Sharon calmly replied.
"Mm..." Lorne nodded, his expression solemn.
"What's wrong? Your state seems a bit off?" Sharon keenly noticed the subtle shift in his mood.
"This battle... might be very troublesome," Lorne replied, a strange sense of unease lingering in his heart.
His "Calamity Premonition" told him that this battle could be extremely dangerous. This Calamity was one he had actively sought out, and his spiritual intuition was frantically warning him, telling him he shouldn't get involved in this matter.
"It's not too late to back out now," Sharon said expressionlessly.
Lorne was slightly stunned when she said this, and even Marich, standing nearby, showed a look of surprise. After all, they had been preparing for this operation for a long time.
Facing the Gothic girl's serious, emotionless azure blue eyes, Lorne finally shook his head gently.
"No, since I've already promised you, I can't back out," He took a deep breath and continued, "If if things truly reach the most critical point, get close to me as quickly as possible. I have a way to take you away."
"How?" Marich asked, curious.
"Teleportation. But there is only one chance," Lorne answered concisely.
Previously, in order to study the Full Moon Language, he had borrowed a gem with teleportation functions from Fors, and he hadn't returned it to her yet. Although using it privately would be slightly unethical, as he had only promised to borrow it for research if they encountered a genuine emergency, he wouldn't be able to worry about that.
I've helped Fors several times; using one of her Mystical Items shouldn't be too excessive, right? Lorne thought to himself.
"Alright, go prepare," Sharon said. "Everything will proceed according to plan."
Four huge warehouses enclosed an open space overgrown with weeds. The ground was somewhat muddy due to recent rainy weather.
Lorne surveyed the surroundings and finally chose the roof of one of the warehouses as his hiding spot. It was the highest point, offering the best view, allowing him to clearly see the entire open area below.
Hiding in the massive shadow on the rooftop, Lorne began checking his equipment. He placed the ring of forced calmness on his left index finger, and then hid a faintly glowing talisman inside the cuff of his right sleeve.
Tonight, the crimson Moon was continuously obscured by thick clouds; there was only faint light in the open space, and visibility was poor.
Before long, Lorne's spiritual intuition was sharply triggered! He focused his gaze and saw three extremely fast figures rapidly approaching from the Darkness in the distance.
Running at the very front was Marich. His speed was incredible; he moved freely through the complex buildings and instantly rushed into the entrance of the open space.
That speed... it must be faster than a horse. Lorne was somewhat surprised.
Even so, he still couldn't shake off his pursuers.
A pale-faced Zombie was sticking tightly behind Marich, the distance between the two consistently staying within ten meters.
About ten meters behind them, a slender yet unusually robust man was being left farther and farther behind. Seeing the man's dagger-like, cold-gleaming black fingernails, Lorne guessed that he must be the Werewolf, Tyle.
Rip!
The instant the Zombie, Jason, stepped into the open space, the dirt in various spots was violently thrown open, and Corpses with expressionless faces and emitting a foul stench burst from the ground, roaring and swarming towards Jason!
"Hmph!"
Jason stopped, letting out a scornful sneer.
Accompanied by the sneer, the ghostly figures that had just crawled out from underground immediately flew backward, like candles blown by a fierce wind. Some screamed, turning into black smoke and vanishing, while others became lost in place, spinning around blankly.
In just an instant, the situation was reversed. The Zombie trap Marich had prepared beforehand failed to have sufficient effect. The two immediately entered a close-quarters struggle.
A wisp of dense black energy suddenly exploded between the two. Marich stumbled back a step, while the Zombie named Jason remained standing firmly in place.
"Marich, you're still so weak! You still don't know how to utilize the power of 'desire'!" Jason laughed mockingly, his voice low and hoarse.
At this moment, the Werewolf, Tyle, finally arrived. The situation instantly became two against one.
However, before they could gloat for long, Jason's head suddenly twisted sharply to the side at an extremely unnatural angle.
His pale face instantly turned sinister, and within his eyes, two identical, stunning figures vaguely materialized: a black Gothic court gown, soft, light gold long hair, and a face as delicate as a doll's.
Snap!
His two hands, like iron tongs, shot out and clamped down tightly on the neck of the nearby Werewolf, Tyle.
Sharon had possessed Jason!
Tyle gasped sharply as black mane furiously sprouted from his neck, momentarily resisting the terrifying force that threatened to crush his windpipe and cervical spine.
"Agh "
Just as his eyes began to roll back and his consciousness was about to sink into Darkness and he was on the verge of fainting, his right hand, which could still move, struggled to reach into his pocket.
The next second, the entire open space, along with the four surrounding warehouses, was completely enveloped by a dense, almost tangible crimson moonlight.
Sharon was severely affected by the moonlight, and her figure was instantly forced out of Jason's body.
She became extremely weak, her legs seemingly unable to support her weight anymore, and she collapsed softly onto the ground, her intricate and gorgeous court gown stained with dirt and mud.
The Werewolf, Tyle, gasped roughly, clutching a crescent-shaped ornament that emitted an ominous red light. He sneered, looking at Sharon lying on the ground, his eyes full of mockery.
Damn it! They actually left the most crucial item to the weakest Werewolf! This was a completely unexpected development!
Lorne cursed silently on the rooftop.
The threat posed by the Zombie was far greater than that of the Werewolf. Therefore, Sharon would inevitably choose to possess the Zombie first. The enemy seemed to have anticipated this, so they made the necessary arrangements beforehand.
Tyle wasn't in a hurry to attack. He knew clearly that under the influence of the crimson moon diadem, the longer the time dragged on, the weaker Sharon and Marich would become.
Just then, Sharon, who was lying on the ground, struggled to raise her arms. With her left hand, she removed the black lace glove she was wearing on her right hand, and aimed it at the Zombie, Jason, who was also affected by the full Moon, had become bloodthirsty and violent,
and was currently pouncing towards her.
A bronze Door covered with countless mysterious patterns and imbued with an indescribable ancient aura appeared out of thin air behind Jason!
Countless pale, twisted arms of varying lengths frantically reached out from the huge gap in the Door, crossing the distance of the void and clamping tightly onto the Zombie, Jason's body!
Those distorted things were desperately trying to drag the Zombie, Jason, toward the unknown, terrifying world behind the Door!
Even though his thoughts were completely controlled by the desire for bloodlust and slaughter, Jason instinctively felt extreme terror.
"Ergh Ah!"
This extremely suppressed roar came, however, from Marich on the other side. He clutched his head in pain, his eyes already tinged with crimson. Clearly, he had overestimated his ability to withstand the curse. He was rapidly losing control over his craving for fresh flesh and blood!
"Yes! Just like that! Release it! Once you release it, you won't be in pain anymore!" Seeing this scene, Tyle looked ecstatic, trying to entice Marich with a seductive, low voice.
Not far away, on the rooftop, Lorne's expression grew increasingly grim. His spiritual intuition was frantically warning him.
Even with that marvelous glove, Miss Sharon, in her weakened state, absolutely could not finish off that Zombie in a short time.
And Marich was already on the verge of losing control. Even if the Werewolf didn't attack, he could self-destruct at any moment.
Furthermore, there was a Sequence 5 Wraith on the opposing side who hadn't made a move yet!
"What should I do? Should I attack? If this drags on, Marich and the others are dead!" Lorne was caught in a dilemma.
Suddenly, his "Calamity Premonition" was triggered! Following the direction of his senses, and under the perspective of his Spirit Vision, a phantom figure, almost merged with the Darkness, silently appeared not far from Marich.
That Wraith, Steve, was preparing to make his move!
"Hoo—"
Lorne took a deep breath. He knew that if he didn't attack now, it would truly be too late.
He had to attack both the Wraith and the Werewolf simultaneously, or Marich would definitely be finished!
After quickly estimating the distance, he swiftly formulated a plan. He raised his hand and activated the talisman hidden in his cuff!