Modern World Warlock-Chapter 354: Death Knights’ Struggle

While Camille thought of a way to escape the necromancer's home without alerting him, Netherius was still fighting against Zac and Megan.

Alice tried helping Vesnia with her injuries, but it proved to be futile. Since Vesnia's body was a creation of Netherius, the necromancer could take back the ability to heal their undead bodies whenever he wanted.

"Here, use this…" Alice said to the Death Knight, giving her one of Dante's healthstones and telling her to squeeze it.

However, the stone didn't heal Vesnia the same way it did the others.

"Master is blocking my body from receiving any magic…" Vesnia muttered, still referring to the necromancer as "Master."

When Alice thought that her best option would be to carry Vesnia away from the area, they were interrupted by a loud crash inside the building, prompting Alice to unsheathe her blade.

"You again…" Alice commented, looking at Isidor standing on the other side of the room after he interrupted them.

Isidor stared at the two women with a menacing stare, silently scanning the room and placing his sights on Alice and her black blade, making him frown with disgust.

"The dark paladin… I must end your life here and now…" Isidor muttered, and his monotone voice caught the ex-detective's attention.

When Alice and Claudia fought Isidor at the tram's station, the Death Knight was more talkative and passionate about his words. Even if Alice didn't agree with his views, at least he spoke his mind.

Nonetheless, the Death Knight standing before her seemed like a shell of the Isidor she fought previously.

"I will bring justice… For Goddess Aelara…" Isidor kept muttering to himself.

"This again… Did you not regain any memories?" Alice asked, but Isidor wholly ignored her question.

"His mind is clouded… Netherius tweaked his brain," Vesnia explained, leaning her back against the wall as her whole body ached.

"Justice… For Aelara…" Isidor repeated, and without warning, he rushed forward with his longsword aimed at Alice.

Fortunately, the ex-detective had sharp instincts and managed to raise her blade and deflect his attack. Still, Isidor followed it up with a barrage of slices that were almost too fast for the naked eye to see.

Alice was focused and deflected most of the attacks directed at her while dodging others, but her swordsmanship wasn't up to par with that of the Death Knight's.

When Alice stepped back to gain some distance from the enraged Isidor, she was grazed by his blade in the arms and ribs, though none of the injuries were fatal.

'His attacks are quick and his sword has a longer reach… I need to switch fighting styles…' Alice thought.

Grabbing the hilt of her sword, she skillfully spun it a few times in her hand before holding it like a dagger, with the bladed end behind her.

While Isidor's body language showed some confusion, he remained silent and prepared to attack again. However, right as he took a step forward, a small knife flew straight at his helmet.

The attack didn't do anything other than slightly wobble Isidor's head, but it was a great distraction from Vesnia's part, allowing Alice to get close to her opponent before he could commence his barrage of attacks.

By the time that Isidor turned to look back at the ex-detective, she was jumping on top of him and pinning him down on the ground.

With one hand, she held Isidor's arm, which wouldn't drop his sword even after getting knocked down—and with her other hand, she held her blade on the seam between his helmet and armor, placing the cold, dark steel on his neck.

"What… are you doing?" Isidor asked, struggling to move with the woman on top of him.

"It's called wrestling," Alice replied, increasing the strength of her grip around her sword.

Alice knew that Isidor could get back up if he wanted to. She was expecting the Death Knight to cast a spell to get her off of him so that she could counter it.

Nonetheless, Isidor looked at the woman's eyes from the orifices of his helmet and dropped his head back against the floor as if waiting for his fate.

'Is he giving up…?' Alice thought, making her hesitate.

'If Vesnia was able to snap out of it, why can't this guy do the same?' she continued, feeling a slight tinge of frustration.

"Wake up!" Alice shouted at the man.

Instead of ending his life, Alice decided to shout at him as if they were in the military, telling the man to remember his life and atone for his sins in a more useful way than dying.

The ex-detective couldn't help but see herself in the Death Knight's shoes. They were both betrayed by their bosses, but only one of them was saved.

Isidor stayed silent for a few seconds, not showing any signs of hostility, but when the man opened his mouth to speak up, they were interrupted by another crash inside the building.

"Ughhh…" Zac's grunt could be heard inside the room, lifting a large piece of debris off his body as he slowly stood back up.

"Zac…!?" Alice exclaimed.

The redhead's shirt and jacket were gone, and his entire face and body were covered in his blood. Even so, his eyes were glowing red and his teeth showed nothing but pure ferocity.

"Hey, Zac!" Alice called again, but the berserker seemed to ignore her and walked to the hole in the wall, looking down at Netherius on the streets, who had an evil smile on his face as he avoided Megan's attacks.

"Are you trying to die!?" Alice shouted, running to the redhead and holding his bloodied shoulder.

"I can still fight…" Zac muttered.

"I will keep fighting until my body can't move…" Zac continued.

The redhead couldn't get the face of the banshee out of his head, and even then, he also remembered the zombified citizens inside the mall.

When the image of the kid wearing the shirt with the name of his favorite game popped into his brain, Zac's power seemed to increase even more.

The powers of a berserker used rage and anger as its main fuel, and Zac had never felt so angry in his life, so it didn't matter how many times Netherius sent him flying, he would continue fighting out of instinct.