Bab 107: NVM Chill Proctor!

An army of blood ghouls… 

At this moment, a poor proctor saw Death! He was smack in the middle of an army of bloody ghouls, the creatures ripping his soul little by little with their fangs and claws! 

Successfully surviving? He wasn't. They were simply toying with him!

By now, the creatures had even started fighting one another to know which one of them would get to finish him off, but even that wouldn't be enough for him to escape. He was so doomed! 

But just when everything seemed lost… 

— Panicked Shrieks! Panicked Shrieks! Panicked Shrieks! — 

The creatures suddenly raised their heads into the air and started trembling, obviously terrified?! Then, completely disregarding the humans, they rushed to hide in the tombs! 

"W-What?! Oh god…" 

The proctor had survived but barely. In fact, the after-effect of getting his soul snacked on made him so damn slow that he might as well have been a sitting duck!