Our family is in decline

The structure of the underground tomb is not complicated. The upper part is used for sacrifice or funeral. For a noble, it is also a way to show the long-standing heritage, so it is built in a grand manner to show the heritage.

The corridor leading to the underground is not too complicated. The main tomb below is the same. It is used to place corpses. It is closed all year round and will only be opened when buried.

And generally only the core members of the family can enter after death. As for the others, they have their own resting places.

But these are not important. Lance entered the end of the passage. The weak light of the torch illuminated a wide hall that could not be seen at a glance.

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

Lance didn't know why he suddenly felt like the protagonist in a tomb-robbing novel, but this place was really big. I don't know what means were used to build it, but I can feel the power of Hamlet back then.

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

Before Lance came in, the skeletons poured out, and it was even more obvious at this time. When the fire appeared, it was boiling.

Dark death knell!

Lance shook the bell and made a deafening roar, but he didn't expect that these skeletons actually resisted and didn't fall apart like those outside, just paused.

There was no weakening of the sun underground, and the rich death energy and the control of the necromancer made them more powerful.

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

Wherever the black ripples went, an area was directly cleared, but the spirituality on the bell also dimmed a little.

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

Now you know why Lance brought so many people in. There are too many monsters, and they are skeletons that don't drop gold coins. Don't say how disgusted they are.

The battle has already begun. Lance keeps shaking the bell, and teammates behind him begin to emerge to grab that position.

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

The tar-soaked wood burned instantly when it came into contact with the torch, and it became brighter and brighter. The flames stirred the dead air, making the skeletons seem a little confused and subconsciously stay away.

After setting up several braziers, the range of the flames 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 strength of the skeletons here was much stronger than the ones above.

The skeleton thugs who could be smashed with a hammer were sometimes able to hold on, and those skeletons who were waving broken swords randomly also grasped the hilts like warriors and swung more powerful slashes.

Not to mention that in this chaos, the skeleton nobles, who might be the resurrected corpses of Hamlet's family members, splashed 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 seemed to be magnified in an instant, constantly urging them to have all of it.

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

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

"For Hamlet!"

"Eliminate these evils!"

"Kill!"

A collective of the guards, their courage continued to be responded to by their companions, and the will seemed to be constantly overlapping, making them enter a more fanatical state.

Excited!

The most important condition for Lance to select the guards was loyalty and strong will, because only in this way could they dare to face some inhuman things, and only by facing it could they defeat it.

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

The skeleton was caught off guard by the counterattack, but this is their home ground, and Lance can feel the power flowing.

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

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

After the detonator was made, the signal flare and the signal gun were first used, and now Lance used it to find the enemy's position.

Flash mark!

As he pulled the trigger, a bright light burst through the darkness, and also illuminated a guy who was particularly tall and incompatible with the skeleton.

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

And the back of the guy's head was full of sharp points, and the collar ring inserted into his body looked a bit like the [Iron Crown], 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 with the red robe exposed was like a mummy wrapped in an old bandage. It held an unfolded text, and I didn't know what it was.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a corpse wrapped in red cloth, remnants of a mysterious ritual, and chains. It looks very weird.

Alhazred actually felt it, so when Lance marked it, he immediately activated the long-prepared ability.

Hand of the Abyss!

Countless skeletons are separated, but the caster's judgment of distance is very broad, and the scarlet runes seem to fluoresce in the dark tomb.

The necromancer's feet echoed and a strange force spread, as if tearing apart the boundary between the abyss and reality. Then several tentacles stretched out from it as if preying on prey, restraining the necromancer, forcibly controlling it and interrupting it. The process of stirring up the dead air.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunmen who had been waiting for a long time among the guards also began to pour in their firepower. They were of little use up there, but they were still very useful for sniping down the big monsters after coming down.

The lead bullets fell on the Necromancer who was controlled by the scholar, easily tearing open the red robe and causing damage to his body. The shots to the head were even more fatal, pushing the mage's decayed body to death.

Lance had just driven the bell to release the accumulated power, and a black sound swept over him, and the guy tilted his head and fell down.

There is no contradiction between the power of the caster and the fragility of the spellcaster. This mage was targeted, and the concentrated fire was directly inflicted to death.

"It's just one of the apprentices. Don't take it lightly. The real mage is still hiding in the darkness."

Lance knew that this mage who had not used any of his skills was just an apprentice, and was not a very powerful enemy in the team invited by his ancestor.

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

The main thing is that the strange demon bell in Lance's hand opens up the situation like a bulldozer. As long as the monster that survives is definitely an elite monster, it will be focused on it.

Of course, such strong aggression still caused those skeletons to fight back.

"Puff puff puff."

The dull sound echoed underground, it was the crossbow hitting something. The skeleton crossbowman hidden in the darkness, a disappearing long-range enemy was more dangerous than ever.

Lance held a crossbow in his hand and threw it away. Without much hesitation, he raised his hand and fired. The signal flare drew an arc of light to find the hidden guy, and the musketeers who had been prepared for a long time launched an attack.

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

Desecrate the guardian!

There were many crossbowmen, and the scattered damage was not enough to kill them past the skeleton shield guards. Lance was busy treating the injured ones on the side.

At this time, a real necromancer took action.

"Hiss...it's terribly cold."

Everyone felt that the temperature in the tomb suddenly dropped a few degrees, but only spellcasters like Alhazred could feel that this was a warning from the trembling soul.

"It's summoning a corrupted energy!"

Of course Lance knew that, but how could he reload so quickly after just finishing a round? There was a long distance filled with skeletons, and he faced the dual threat of a crossbowman and a mage.

But the Necromancer has already exerted its power. The rich death aura even suppressed the fire and turned into tombstones nailed down, as if to announce the death of everyone.

Buried!

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

Dark knell!

The two forces collided, and the sound wave was easily dispersed. After all, one wave had been consumed just now and there was no time to strengthen it.

Although it didn't stop it, it weakened it a bit. The power of the Necromancer covered a large area unstoppably.

"I saw my doom..."

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

Many people here were affected, and unspeakable twisted emotions broke out, and fear seemed to swallow their hearts.

The clown Sarmenti could naturally see the confrontation of power. When the ringing collapsed, instead of retreating, he actively stepped forward to bear the painful power and plucked the strings with the most intense enthusiasm. This fierce battlefield seemed to be his. movement.

Sure enough, few people who come to Hamlet are normal, a madman.

Lance was not affected at all. When he reacted, he immediately took out the siren conch and blew it. A powerful sound sounded, forcibly dispelling the nightmare curse.

But when he wanted to find the guy, he found that after the attack, many of the skeletons that had just fallen around him were resurrected by the escaped death power and got up again, and the necromancer took half a step back. Fall behind the skeleton.

Alhazred was very resistant to these, and was not affected too much while standing behind him. He was also the one who woke up the fastest, and was immediately ready to activate [Hand of the Abyss] to control the Necromancer. He could no longer Let it continue.

But the intelligence of the guy created by the ancestor was not too damaged. It could obviously feel the threat posed by the mysterious scholar, and it raised the scroll high to activate its power.

No rest for the dead!

You must know that there are personal guards between the two, but the scholar ignored the distance just now, and now it is their turn.

The previous battle left the field full of various skeletons and broken bones. Under the call of the necromancer, the bones in an area around Alhazred all moved.

The half-body that was pieced together suddenly reached out to grab the trouser legs of the people around him, and kept clinging to people, 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 make their reason suffer a stronger impact.

The scholars in the rear, including the musketeers, were affected. Even the battle-hardened guards hurriedly tried to break free from the terrifying clinging.

Alhazred's spell was interrupted, and he was in trouble.

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

Lance shouted, and the voice quickly calmed everyone down. It was just a few skeletons. I could kill you just now, and it is the same now.

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

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

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

Alhazred also got rid of the entanglement of the skeleton with the help of his teammates. Everyone knew that the necromancer could not be allowed to go on like this, and he had to be killed!

The position of the necromancer had been exposed, and the gunmen immediately started a round of shooting, but the shield guard next to it absorbed the damage and fell down.

There is no doubt that it can use other skeletons to bear the damage, and under the protection of the shield guard, it looks like it is brewing some new evil magic.

Everyone can feel the pressure of such a scene. The guards kept moving forward and wanted to break through the formation, but they were blocked by the skeletons. The distance between the two sides seemed like a natural moat.

The clown followed them and plucked 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 was indeed reaching its climax just like its passionate and rhythmic melody.

But suddenly, when the melody reached its peak, Sarmienti quickly fell back. The huge gap made everyone unable to understand, just like a drama that was about to reach its climax came to an abrupt end.

But no one could stop Sarmienti. He completely ignored the tragic battlefield, but picked up the Truqin and bent down, as if to take a bow.

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

This was not a physical attack. Only people with super inspiration like Lance and Alhazred could vaguely glimpse the terrifying power that wiped out the necromancer's residual soul.

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