I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 228: Chapter228-Crisis! The Traitor!

John had been firmly restrained by the power of control, leaving him no chance to dodge.

Consequently, he was stabbed squarely!

The moment the dagger pierced his body, he felt all strength drain from him instantly, his staff clattering to the ground.

"John!"

Archibald, heart nearly leaping from his throat in fright, rushed to John's side and supported him.

But John opened his mouth to speak and found he could utter no words.

At the same time, everyone saw John's health bar visibly plummet to zero.

"Where's the priest? We need a priest here now!"

Archibald screamed almost hysterically, his voice breaking as several priests hurried over.

But in the next instant, chaos erupted.

Boom!

A skill crashed into the crowd; some were too slow to dodge and fell instantly to the ground.

The others, in terror, turned back to see two or three people on a raised platform relentlessly unleashing skills on them, causing explosive area damage that claimed several lives directly.

"What are you doing? Have you gone mad?!"

Leopold stared in disbelief at the group.

Had they lost their minds? Why were they attacking their own?

"With your blood, we pave the way for our lord."

The eyes of these few were bloodshot, clearly showing signs of madness as their demeanor grew wildly hysterical.

They continued to cast skills crazily towards the side.

Now that everyone was alert, fewer were hit.

Several swordsmen charged forward, pinning them down on the spot.

Yet even so, those few continued to scream wildly.

"You all deserve to die, you have all obstructed the path of my lord!"

"When my lord descends, you all shall perish!"

"We are the true envoys, the ones who accompany our lord in his descent upon this world!"

Leopold observed them and noted that there were no signs of enchantment or any other buffs.

This meant one thing...

These people had genuinely been brainwashed!

How could this be possible?

These were the same people who had fought side by side with them before, even slaying numerous monsters together!

The one on the left was the supply team's squad leader, whose skill in alchemy had captivated everyone.

He was indeed Alkaid's most outstanding alchemist.

The one with disheveled hair behind was a prodigy from House Blackwood of Dubhe.

Although from a secondary branch, his capabilities were exceptional.

"Keep your heads, check each other in groups of three!"

Leopold shouted, quickly calming everyone on the platform.

Although there was still fear, they braced themselves, continuing to throw skills outward, though at a slightly reduced frequency.

After some time, a few people began to break down and cry, the pressure that had built up over time now bursting forth.

"I want to go home!"

They had barely managed with the thought of holding out for 15 days, after which they could return, but now a traitor had emerged! No one knew who the traitor was or what they might do next.

What if the traitor really killed them? What would they do?!

A single stone causes a thousand ripples.

Some of the more timid among them couldn't help but start crying too.

"We're not dead yet! What are you crying for?"

Leopold, gritting his teeth, slapped one of them across the face.

The man, holding his cheek, looked at Leopold in disbelief, stunned.

Was he... was he just slapped?

Leopold felt his own palm tingling, a testament to the force he had used.

But he had no regrets; instead, he coldly surveyed the others.

"Whether there's a traitor among us or not, if you don't fight back at this moment, the only thing waiting for you is a dead end."

"If you want to die, jump now. Don't waste time here, and don't waste our energy."

Leopold's words were harsh, but they did serve to steady some of the people.

Everyone clenched their teeth and warily watched each other, then began to furiously cast their skills outward as if venting something.

Though still somewhat chaotic, the situation had somewhat stabilized, not as dire as it had initially been.

Leopold cast a worried glance in John's direction before continuing to monitor his own area.

He knew that Archibald was handling the situation with John, and someone needed to maintain order here.

He couldn't leave.

He must... keep these people in line!

After John woke up, there were other plans for him.

Meanwhile, Archibald, trembling, laid John flat on the ground.

His hands shook, yet he dared not touch John.

He could clearly see from the panel that John's health bar was continuously dropping, and the speed of the decline was terrifying! It only took two or three seconds to completely deplete a health bar, but then John's health bar would eerily refill.

This left them dumbfounded.

They knew John was poisoned, but they did not know with what poison.

Priests frantically cast healing spells on John and used various dispelling skills.

But it was of no use.

"It's no use! John is likely poisoned, and unless we remove the debuff, no amount of healing will help."

"What do we do now?"