our family is gone

In the huge army composed mainly of skeleton soldiers, some shield soldiers and crossbowmen, there are some special skeletons that may not be very powerful, but very disgusting.

These skeletons holding goblets may have been bureaucrats, nobles, or even members of Hamlet's family.

They had no armor on them, but were wearing a set of clothes that might have been gorgeous once, but were now tattered.

The resentment that these guys had when they were alive and studying conspiracies and tricks quickly degenerated after being corrupted, and condensed in the wine glass that was endowed with evil power. It only took a little bit of liquid splashed from the rotten wine glass to push the steadfast hero to the brink of collapse, just as disgusting as the way they played with human nature when they were alive.

Balin's advance caused a commotion among the skeletons and also attracted more attention.

He was ready to pour the wine glass filled with strange black liquid on him in order to corrupt this powerful guy. Of course, he also had the insidious dagger hidden in his sleeve, like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

Finally, under the cover of those skeletons, it approached, and then...

"boom!"

No one could distinguish the sound of a gunshot in the chaotic battlefield. The skeleton bureaucrat was interrupted as soon as he raised his hand. The wine glass was torn into pieces by the bullet, and the corrupt liquid spilled on the ground, making the soil, which was already full of the smell of death, even more evil.

Barrett on the roof didn't care too much. He calmly put away his gun and loaded the next bullet, searching for the next target on the field.

Skeleton knows that Bahrain is attractive, don’t his teammates know it?
All the skeleton bureaucrats who were targeting Bahrain were sniped one by one at once. The sharpshooter did not forget the lord's instructions, so what the bureaucrats were holding were not wine glasses, but target markers.

But Balin noticed something, and with his axe he chopped the bureaucrat with a broken hand who was trying to escape.

I am not alone, I have teammates behind me...

Of course, the skeletons also have teammates. Those skeleton crossbowmen finally slowly completed a reload and were ready to fire crossbow arrows again.

The previous round of crossbow arrows almost hit Alhazred, but fortunately the legion's strong protection blocked it.

Sometimes a spellcaster's silence is not a sign of retreat, but a sign of brewing a more powerful force. He raises his hand and grabs a handful of blood crystals as casting materials, which shatter in his hands and turn into power that flows into the ritual.

After the blood-red power merged, a large number of ancient runes suddenly appeared in the sky above where the crossbowmen gathered, and the next second countless tentacles stretched out.

Abyss bombardment!

The bright red tentacles directly passed through the protection of the soldiers and shield soldiers, dancing wildly and hitting the skeleton crossbowmen behind the formation.

The powerful force contained in the tentacles condensed by the power of the alien demon was reflected on the crossbowman. Even if the necromancer poured more evil power into him, he could not resist it. The breastplate was dented and twisted at the moment of contact as if it was hit by a sledgehammer. It was not surprising that the bones inside fell apart instantly.

The caster demonstrated his power, and he was able to restrain the skeleton crossbowman by himself, leaving only a few scattered crossbow arrows in a new round of volleys.

At this time, the teammates also caught up. Joan of Arc was wearing a full set of armor, but she did not hide behind her guards. On the contrary, she was very active and kept fighting on the front line.

In the previous wars with the nobles, she had witnessed the cruelty of battles, and also saw the ignorant and numb people under the rule of bureaucrats, nobles and the church.

At that time, she even felt a sense of fear. She was not afraid of these people, but was afraid of this world full of despair. Perhaps she was thinking of her past self.

He also saw the people who had been liberated, and thought of himself. The appearance of the lord dispelled despair and brought hope.

She knew what she was doing and what she should do, and she would never step back, even a step!
She swung the sword in her hand and kept killing the skeletons. She herself didn't know how many skeletons she had killed. Her armor was also covered with marks left behind.

She swung her sword to block the skeleton soldier's sword, but before she could fight back, the skeleton shield soldier raised his shield and pushed her towards him.

Joan of Arc did not have the strong physique of Balin to be fearless of the push, nor did she have the terrifying power to overwhelm everything.

But her fighting skills were very good. Facing the charge from the shield soldier, she took small steps back to create some space, then swept her sword towards the shield soldier's lower limbs, causing her already staggering steps to become uncontrollable.

At this time, Joan of Arc leaned sideways and bumped into the shield to give a final bit of help. When the shield soldier lost his balance and swayed, the end of the hilt of the sword hit the skull exposed from behind the shield.

The chain mail wrapped around his head had little effect against blunt attacks, but the shield soldier's bones that had been strengthened by necromancy were not broken. It only caused his already unstable body to stagnate for a moment.

Although she had the lord's attention and training, she was not given the most direct blessing and enhancement, so most of her strength was acquired through her own training. She was young and had just joined the army this year. Even if she was talented, she was only an elite. She did not stand out too well on the battlefield filled with masters. Instead, she was surrounded by dangers. If she had not been protected by armor, she would have been chopped down long ago.

The problem she faces now is the same. The shield soldiers' protection is stronger than those skeleton thugs and soldiers. When she fails to deal with the shield soldiers in the first time, the skeleton soldiers who were just blocked will stagger and swing their swords again.

Joan of Arc could feel that her physical strength was almost exhausted. If she was hit two more times, regardless of whether her defense was broken or not, the force from her would be enough to knock her down.

Falling down on this battlefield full of skeletons means death. Perhaps I should retreat to the rear and rest under the protection of others...

The thought of retreating became stronger as her tired and exhausted body urged her to do so. She even subconsciously took a half step back.

However, at this moment she suddenly stopped, and her face, wet with sweat under the helmet, suddenly became resolute.

If you retreat, your momentum to move forward will be interrupted. When you encounter difficulties in the future, you will retreat again and again and will never have the determination to move forward again.

This world is too bitter, and there are still many people sinking in despair. She still has a lot of things to accomplish, and she absolutely cannot retreat!

"Kouya!"

Joan of Arc paused as she was about to take a half step back, and with a roar, she forced herself to suppress her fatigue and fear of death and took another step towards the enemy.

This is a small step for Joan of Arc, but also a big step in her life.

Don't forget that she was noticed by Lance because of the fluctuations caused by awakening. Now, her tenacious will has stimulated the hidden power in her body.

The sound of the heartbeat seemed to be in her ears, and she seemed to be able to feel a force flowing through her body with the pumping blood, eliminating fatigue wherever it went, and a new force emerged. The hand holding the long sword became strong again, and the skeleton soldier's movement towards her seemed to slow down.

His body moved instinctively, dodging the long sword's blow by leaning sideways, and stabbing out with his backhand at unprecedented speed. The tip of the sword penetrated into the skeleton soldier's body like a snake spitting out its tongue. The next second, there was a crisp sound of the hard object colliding, and then his spine was broken and the bones shattered into two sections.

The shield soldier had just recovered from his dizziness when Joan of Arc slashed with her sword. The blade bit into the skeleton's chain mail, and the long sword that had been through so much battle was finally worn to its limit and broke.

Joan of Arc rushed forward without any hesitation, grabbed the shield soldier's right hand holding the axe with both hands, and kicked him hard. The huge force pulled the axe blade and the arm off.

At this time, she directly grabbed the axe blade from the shield soldier's hand, and then swung the axe and chopped it down hard. The shield soldiers, who were already almost worn out, could no longer hold on and fell apart.

At this time Joan of Arc stood up, and the figure holding the axe showed an unprecedented aura.

Master, ordinary people have to train for half their lives and use all kinds of resources to strengthen their bodies before they can enter the realm. But for geniuses, they are not even adults yet, but at the age of thirteen. The gap between people is so great that it is unimaginable.

But she was nothing here. The power unleashed by the Royal Guards was even more terrifying than her. When Alhazred disrupted the crossbowmen, they had already torn through the shield guards' defense line along the path that Balin had taken and killed into the crossbowmen.

Even if the crossbowmen who were attacked at close range had helmets and breastplates, they could not withstand a round of fighting.

Bigby also joined the battle. His weapon was very special, two chains, and his fighting instinct seemed to be innate.

He controlled the chains to swing as if he was breaking free from the endless restraints. It turned out that he was eager to fight.

The unlucky ones are the skeletons. The chains are not whips. They have both flexibility and blunt force. Their bones will be broken if hit by them. The accompanying force is difficult to resist even with shields and armor.

The clown Sarmenti, on the other hand, did not have much chance to fight. He watched those humans bravely kill the enemy, the skeletons surged like a tide, and the two armies fought against each other...

He was inspired, and the whole battle seemed to compose a piece of music for him.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

In the back row, Sarmienti plucked the strings of the guitar, and one spirited melody after another burst out, making the people around him feel a surge of strength. Their bodies seemed to become lighter, and the fatigue in their hearts dissipated.

The team's goal has always been very clear, and they had no intention of engaging in a fight. After breaking through the defense line formed by the skeletons, they did not continue to engage in a fight with them, but instead rushed into the target.

The cemetery of Hamlet's largest family was naturally very luxurious, but the land part usually used for worship was as magnificent as a small palace, built with thick stones. Some pillars were thicker than people, and there were designs and patterns carved everywhere.

However, the years had left traces of long-term neglect and repair on it, telling everyone that the family had declined, but the space inside could still accommodate a hundred people. Perhaps there really were so many people in this family who came to worship at that time.

Lance followed the retreating sharpshooters and entered here together, then placed several prepared antler stakes at the gate to block it.

There was no other way. The gate was already broken, so they could only rely on this method to temporarily block the surging skeletons outside. After they were killed, their numbers didn't decrease much because they were still crawling out from the ground. The accumulation of hundreds of years was really terrifying.

If it were a physical entity, Lance wouldn't mind gaining experience from it, but these things have no benefits at all, and they consume spiritual energy when used to attack them.

Lance dares to fight a bloody battle, but he cannot suffer losses. Now the only key to ending this disaster is to kill the Necromancer.

By the time he entered, the guards had already smashed all the skeletons that originally occupied the space. The bone fragments all over the ground showed that the battle was not simple, but Lance did not care and just started to observe.

The structure above the tomb chamber is very simple, just a hall with some patterns carved on the surrounding walls. In the middle is an altar with a clear family emblem pattern.

It really is the tomb of Hamlet's family. I have never seen anyone from this family and I have never received any favors from them since I was a child. It is normal that I have no feelings or cares about it, but this old man really has no taboos at all. It can only be said that those who do great things do not care about trivial matters.

Behind the dusty altar is the door to the crypt. Usually, only when someone in the family dies will it be opened and buried.

Now the stone door of the tomb had long been overturned by something unknown, revealing a dark corridor.

"We can't hold them out for long. Leave half of us to build a position to defend this place, and the others can go down to the tomb to deal with the necromancers and the monsters they awakened.

The underground palace below is the cemetery of Hamlet's family, but it is now occupied by the necromancer, and those corpses should have been desecrated, so all you can see are enemies, there is no need to have any scruples, your mission is to kill them."

Lance took a quick glance and gave the order. Several cannons and ammunition were left behind. The muzzles were aimed at the entrance. If it could not be defended, two shots would be fired.

Newcomers like Joan of Arc, Isaac, and bomb-playing guys like Sobre were left behind, but some champion guards were also left behind, otherwise it would be troublesome if they couldn't hold on and were blocked below.

After Lance gave a blessing to everyone, he led the team into the tomb holding a torch.

The underground space was not large, and the corridor was filled with a smell of decay, which made it even more terrifying under the cover of darkness, not to mention that the one occupying the place was a wizard who possessed the power of death.

Like other noble tombs, these places are hidden with traps to prevent tomb robbers, not to mention the skeleton crossbowmen and bureaucrats hidden within.

If an ordinary adventurer fell into this state, he would probably be exhausted, but Lance simply rang the bell to send the demonic power forward.

The ringing sound echoed in the corridor. It was only reasonable for those rotten fish and shrimp to die in the dark corner.

"This leads to the location of the Necromancer. You may see the evil power, but there is nothing to be afraid of. Strengthen your will."

The crowd had nothing to be afraid of, as they had one and only one goal, which was to kill the Necromancer and end Hamlet's tragic past.

"For Hamlet!"

Lance didn't waste any time and rushed in first... (End of this chapter)