our family is gone

The structure of the underground tomb is actually not complicated. The upper part is used for sacrifices or funerals. For a noble, it is also a means of demonstrating a long-standing heritage, so it is built in a grand and magnificent manner to show its heritage.

The corridor leading to the underground is not too complicated. The main tomb chamber below is the same. It is used to place corpses. It is closed all year round and is only opened for burial.

And generally, only the core members of the family can enter after death, while the others each have their own resting place.

But none of this matters anymore. Lance reached the end of the passage, and the faint light of the torches revealed a vast hall that stretched as far as the eye could see.

You can see that there are flat stone walls all around, with carvings that are even more delicate and complex than those on the ground. Stone pillars support the walls and extend into the darkness.

Lance didn't know why he suddenly felt like he was in the perspective of the protagonist in a tomb-raiding novel, but this place was really big, and he didn't know how it was built, but he could feel how powerful Hamlet was back then.

However, at this time, the large number of skeletons almost filled the tomb, and the coffins originally placed in it had long been overturned and became a mess.

Skeletons were pouring out before Lance came in, and they were even more obvious at this time, as if boiling the moment the flames appeared.

Dark knell!

Lance shook the bell and it made a deafening roar, but he didn't expect that these skeletons could actually hold up and didn't fall apart like those outside, but simply paused.

There is no sun to weaken them underground, and the rich death energy and the control of the necromancers make them even more powerful.

Faced with the approaching skeleton, Lance did not panic. He thought, "You are strong, and I am strong too." He directly stimulated the power accumulated in the bell, and pushed out in a fan-shaped force that was even more terrifying than before.

Wherever the black ripples passed, an area was cleared out, but the spirituality on the bell also dimmed a bit.

Lance activated the power of the bell to devour the surrounding death energy, but the empty space in front of him was filled in the blink of an eye.

Now you know why Lance brought so many people in. There are too many monsters, and they are just skeletons that don’t drop gold coins. It’s really disgusting.

The battle had already begun. Lance kept shaking the bell, and his teammates began to emerge behind him to grab that position.

It was impossible for everyone to fight with torches like him, so after clearing out the space, Lance took out the prepared brazier and lit it.

The tar-soaked wood immediately caught fire the moment it came into contact with the torch, and the flames became brighter and brighter. The flames stirred up the deathly aura, making the skeletons look a little confused and subconsciously move away.

After setting up several braziers, the range of the firelight expanded, and the range of human control also expanded accordingly, and finally everyone squeezed in.

No one said a word, but everyone could feel that the skeletons here were much stronger than the ones above.

The skeleton thugs who could be smashed to pieces with just one hammer were sometimes able to withstand it, and those skeletons who were waving their broken swords around also grasped the hilts firmly like warriors and delivered more powerful blows.

Not to mention that in the midst of this chaos, there were skeleton nobles whose bodies might have been resurrected from Hamlet's family members, splashing the corrupt liquid at them.

Tempting wine glass!

The armor worn by the guards seemed to have no effect at all. When the splashing liquid fell on them, an indescribable force was tempting them to fall.

Money, women, power, strength...their desires seem to be magnified in an instant, constantly urging them to have it all.

At this time, the attacks of those skeletons never stopped, and the skeleton nobles hidden among them were still brewing new blasphemous power.

But the guards could not succumb to such temptation. On the contrary, the attacks of these skeleton nobles angered them.

"For Hamlet!"

"Eliminate this evil!"

"kill!"

As a group of the Royal Guards, their bursting courage constantly prompted their comrades to respond to their calls, and their wills seemed to be constantly overlapping, making them enter a more fanatical state.

Excited!
The most important condition for Lance to select his guards is loyalty and strong will, because only in this way can they dare to face some inhuman things and defeat them by facing them directly.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful the power is, it will be just a joke, because no matter how powerful the power is, it still needs people to exert it.

The skeletons were caught off guard by the counterattack, but this was their home ground, and Lance could feel the power flowing.

"Everyone be careful, there are several necromancers here!"

Lance pulled out his gun and fired toward the front left, but the barrel of the gun in his hand was more like a cylinder than that of an ordinary pistol.

After the detonator was developed, flares and signal guns were first used, and now they are used by Lance to find out the enemy's position.

Flash tag!

As he pulled the trigger, a bright light burst out across the darkness, revealing a particularly tall guy who didn't fit in with the skeleton.

He was wrapped in a red robe, which was not in the shape of a hood, but covered with a whole piece of cloth. The gap at the face position was inlaid with a gray iron [World] icon, and the circle was divided by eight lines.

The back of that guy's head is full of sharp points, and the collar ring inserted into his body looks a bit like an "Iron Crown" and is full of mysticism.

There was an iron chain with a padlock wrapped around his neck, and the chain around his waist was even thicker with several scrolls hanging on it.

The hand exposed from the red robe was wrapped in old bandages like a mummy, and in the hand was an unfolded text, but no one knew what the content was.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a corpse wrapped in red cloth, the remnants of a mysterious ritual, and the chains and stuff, which makes it look very strange.

Alhazred actually felt it as well, so when Lance marked him, he immediately activated the ability he had prepared for a long time.

Hand of the Abyss!

There were countless skeletons between them, but the caster had a very wide range of judgment on the distance, and the scarlet runes seemed to fluoresce in the dark tomb.

A strange power also spread out from under the feet of the Necromancer, as if tearing open the boundary between the abyss and reality. Then several tentacles suddenly stretched out from it, binding the Necromancer like a prey, and forcibly controlling him, interrupting the process of stirring up the death energy.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunners among the personal guards who had been waiting for a long time also began to pour their firepower. They were not of much use up there, but after coming down, they were still very useful for sniping the big monsters.

The lead bullets landed on the necromancer controlled by the scholar, easily tearing open the red robe and causing damage to him. The shots to the head were even more fatal, pushing the necromancer's decayed body completely to death.

Lance had just activated the bell to release the power that had been accumulated when a black sound wave swept over and the guy fell down with his head tilted.

The power and fragility of a spellcaster are not contradictory. This mage was just targeted and was directly killed by the hard control and concentrated fire.

"He's just one of the apprentices. Don't take it lightly. The real wizard is still hiding in the darkness." Lance knew that this wizard who hadn't used any skills was just an apprentice and was not a very powerful enemy in the team invited by the ancestor.

However, after killing one, the surrounding skeletons seemed to lose their blessed state, making the team's advancement more effective.

The main reason was that the Demon Bell in Lance's hand opened up the situation like a bulldozer. As long as the monster was not knocked down, it must be an elite monster, and then it would be targeted by a round of concentrated fire.

Of course, such strong aggressiveness still caused the skeletons to counterattack.

"Puff puff."

A dull sound echoed underground. It was the sound of a crossbow arrow hitting something. The skeleton crossbowman hiding in the darkness, a disappearing ranged enemy was more dangerous than ever.

Lance grabbed a crossbow and threw it away casually. Without much hesitation, he raised his hand and fired a shot. The flare drew an arc of light and found the hidden guy. The musketeer who had been prepared for a long time then launched an attack.

But those more powerful shield guards provided protection for the crossbowmen. The seemingly tattered shields and armor contained rich death energy.

Blasphemous Guardian!

There were many crossbowmen, and the dispersed damage was not enough to bypass the skeleton shield guards and kill them. Lance was busy treating the injured ones.

At this time, a real necromancer took action.

"Hiss... it's freezing cold."

Everyone felt that the temperature in the tomb seemed to suddenly drop by several degrees, but only spellcasters like Alhazred could sense that this was a warning from the trembling soul.

"It's summoning a corrupt energy!"

Of course Lance knew this, but how could he reload so quickly after just firing a round? There was a long distance filled with skeletons, and he was facing the double threat of crossbowmen and mages.

But the necromancer had already exerted his power. The thick deathly aura even suppressed the flames, transforming into tombstone nails that seemed to announce the death of everyone.

Buried!

Lance could only shake the bell in his hand as hard as he could, generating black ripples to fight against the power that wanted to devour them.

Dark knell!

The two forces collided and the sound waves were easily dispersed. After all, they had already consumed a wave and had no time to strengthen it.

Although it did not stop the necromancer, it was weakened a bit. The power of the necromancer covered a large area in an unstoppable manner.

"I saw my doom..."

"What kind of illusion is this? No..."

Many people here were affected, and unspeakable twisted emotions erupted, and the fear seemed to devour their souls.

The clown Sarmienti could naturally see the confrontation of forces. When the bells faded, he did not retreat. Instead, he took the initiative to step forward to bear the power of pain and plucked the strings with the most intense enthusiasm. This fierce battlefield seemed to be his music.

As expected, few people who come to Hamlet are normal, only a madman.

Lance was not affected at all. He immediately took out the Siren Conch and blew it. A powerful sound rang out, dispelling the nightmarish curse.

But when he wanted to find that guy, he discovered that after he had made a move, many of the skeletons around him that had fallen down were resurrected by the dissipated death power and crawled up again, and the necromancer retreated half a step and fell behind the skeletons.

Alhazred was highly resistant to these attacks, and as he was standing at the back he was not affected too much. He was also the one who woke up the fastest, and immediately prepared to activate the [Hand of the Abyss] to control the Necromancer and prevent him from continuing.

But the intelligence of the guy created by the ancestor was not damaged much. It could obviously feel the threat posed by the mystic scholar, and raised the scroll again to unleash its power.

The dead never rest!
You have to know that there are personal guards between the two, but the scholar just ignored the distance, and now it is their turn.

The previous battle left the field filled with various broken skeletons. Under the summons of the necromancer, all the bones in an area around Alhazred began to move.

The pieced-together half-body suddenly reached out to grab the trouser legs of the people around it, and continued to cling to them, as if trying to drag them into the abyss.

If the resurrection of the dead as skeletons was shocking enough, then the resurrection of these skeletons killed by their own hands would deal an even stronger blow to their sanity.

The scholars in the rear, including the musketeers, were all affected. Even the battle-hardened guards were trying in a hurry to break free from the terrifying grasping force.

Alhazred's spell was interrupted and he got into trouble.

"Stand firm, nothing can knock you down, my heart is as hard as iron, my body is as strong as steel!"

Lance shouted, and the sound quickly calmed everyone down. They were just some skeletons. They could kill you just now, and the same is true now.

They also realized that these makeshift skeletons looked scary, but in fact they would fall apart if kicked.

The gunmen in the back row grabbed the butts of their rifles and hit the skeletons a few times, and then they became obedient and scattered back to the ground.

But at this moment, more skeletons appeared around the Necromancer. Lance also felt a little pressure at this scene. Those endless skeletons were really scary because there was no way to sacrifice them.

With the help of his teammates, Alhazred also got rid of the skeleton's entanglement. Everyone knew that they could not let the Necromancer go on like this, they had to kill it!
The Necromancer's position had been exposed, and the gunman immediately started a round of shooting, but the shield guard next to him absorbed the damage and fell down.

No doubt it could use the other skeletons to take damage, and it looked like it was brewing some new evil magic under the protection of the shield.

Everyone could feel the pressure from such a scene. The guards kept moving forward and tried to break through the formation, but were blocked by the skeletons. The distance between the two sides seemed like a natural chasm.

The clown followed them and kept plucking the strings, but the music he played did not benefit his teammates, nor did he take out his sickle and dagger to attack. It was just like background music.

But the fierce battlefield is indeed reaching its climax just like its passionate and rhythmic melody.

But suddenly, when the melody reached its climax, Sarmienti's voice quickly dropped back to a low point. The huge gap made it impossible for anyone to understand, as if a drama that was about to reach its climax suddenly came to an end.

But no one could make Sarmienti stop. He completely ignored the tragic battlefield, and picked up Truchin and bowed, as if he was taking a bow.

Suddenly, the necromancer died at this moment without any warning.

This was not a physical attack. Only people with super-strong inspiration like Lance and Alhazred could vaguely sense the terrifying power that wiped out the remaining soul of the necromancer.

Now Lance understood why Sarmienti composed this way, because in his opinion this was the finale! (End of this chapter)