William had also vomited, a reaction that normal people could hardly suppress, revealing his weakness.
The only one who remained normal was Paracelsus, fully equipped and wearing her Beak Mask.
Who would have thought that this gear would actually work!
To say she was bold was an understatement. When there was trouble, she charged head-first, drawing her Short Sword and rushing towards the old witch. Meanwhile, her other hand was rummaging through her waist pouch for something.
At that moment, the Corrupt Giant had already lifted a tree trunk and was striding over.
The old witch hiding behind let out a strange laugh. They're just a bunch of mercenaries, most of whom were incapacitated with a single move—it'll be a piece of cake to capture them. Not to mention my precious child.
The stench that was poison to Lance and the others acted like a stimulant to the Corrupt Giant; its movements became noticeably faster, and it directly targeted Paracelsus, swinging the tree trunk.
