[Location: Dragon Bone Grassland Border]
A stalker from the adventure group [Pigeon] finished a pot of water, scratched his head and said:
"Captain, do you want to continue looking?"
They were one of the teams that accepted the guild's mission and secretly came to Dragon Bone Grassland to investigate.
This is an intelligence-exploring adventure group composed almost entirely of stalkers.
As for why almost?
Well, because the leader of this adventure group is an adamantine-level adventurer. As a barbarian, he has mastered the "no survivors" level stealth technology.
All the stalkers admired him.
——After all, he lurks in the shadows and is treated like a little chicken. When he is caught, you will "praise" the leader's anti-stealth skills.
At this time, the middle-aged man with the adventure title "Colossus" was losing his temper:
"Believe me, you are right. There are definitely big fish in Dragon Bone Grassland! If we accept this order, maybe we can all go back to our hometown to get married!"
Next to the Colossus, a mithril-level stalker said expressionlessly:
"Stop bragging, leader, three years, three years and three years. We have been in the group for nine years, and you haven't even gotten married yet."
The colossus didn't say a word and kicked him out, causing the stalker to lie down.
Looking at him with faintly red eyes, he said dullly:
"My team members went to the sewers for an investigation mission. The people were gone and the bodies were not found. Why should we check?"
"That crazy lady Alice said that giant prairie rats appeared in the sewers, but the guild didn't see it when they were cleaning it. I'm afraid there's something inside."
"Now the president and others are paying a lot of money to send people to investigate the grassland. I think I have to come and take a look."
"At least I know how my brother in the group died and give his parents an explanation."
"You can go back if you don't want, I'll stay to investigate."
The stalker lay on the ground and muttered:
"I don't disagree, it's just..."
Before he finished speaking, he frowned and lay down, his ears close to the ground, and a strange expression appeared on his face.
"Captain, there are strange movements underground."
He raised his head to look at the giant statue, only to find that the originally calm leader was now trembling slightly.
The calm tone that was as dull as a mountain, but also made everyone feel at ease, had begun to change.
"Why, why are there living dead here?"
"This is impossible. The Book of the Dead was already destroyed by us back then!"
The title of his Colossus comes from the battle that encircled and suppressed the remnants of the Mad King.
The original copy of the Mad King's "New Book of the Dead" was burned by him himself.
Several people looked at each other.
This was the first time they had seen their title adventurer show such a panicked expression since the group leader started forming the adventure group.
He has always been the team's most reliable backer.
But now he is in constant panic, as if a disaster is imminent.
They couldn't imagine why he had this expression.
"It's true as the rumors say, the Mad King's subordinates are immortal."
"Now they're back!"
"Come to me for revenge!"
The fear in his voice grew stronger, and suddenly he roared with rage.
The blood in his body suddenly surged to the maximum, and his body was lifted up out of thin air. The veins on his bulging muscles could be vaguely seen as if there were little mice squirming inside.
The grass not far away became withered and withered in the blink of an eye.
Accompanied by a strange sound of breaking out of the ground, a living dead man dressed in an adventurer's costume, with a pale face and even a rotten body, broke out of the ground.
With the same weird smile on their faces, they marched towards the crowd in an orderly manner.
Everyone's expressions changed.
"The titled adventurer "Battle Flag" disappeared five years ago..."
"It is said that the A-level adventure group "Dragon's Horn" left Unser seven years ago..."
"There are also several mithril adventurers who have suddenly disappeared in the past few years..."
"Damn, the number exceeds a hundred!"
Suddenly, the colossus raised its head.
His body had turned into a lead-gray metal-like texture, he was sweating profusely, his face was red from holding back, and he shouted to the group members behind him:
"Idiots, run!"
The stalkers escaped into the shadows without hesitation, running hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.
The colossus did not retreat, but took a step forward and punched out.
The billowing blood energy was like a roiling ocean wave, causing the hundreds of living dead to writhe in the shock wave.
But for some reason, he was only sleepy but not killed.
Even though the living dead were twisted into weird shapes, they still staggered on all fours and crawled towards the colossus.
Especially the living dead transformed by the "Battle Flag" instantly approached the Colossus.
"Captain, let me help you!"
A dagger was like black lightning, tearing apart the armor of the "Battle Flag".
The next moment, several more jet-black lightnings formed a trap, tearing the "battle flag" into pieces with the indomitable power of shadow.
The fleeing stalkers quickly broke away from the battle and gathered around the Colossus.
"It's so funny, don't you need our help?!"
"Boss, hurry up, we'll help you suppress it."
However, the expression on the face of the colossus was both moved and extremely painful:
"I told you to let us run away!"
The stalker who had just been beaten to the ground by the colossus snorted.
Apart from Colossus, he is another Brilliant Gold-level adventurer in the group, so how could he possibly quit?
"My shadow assassination skills are perfect. I am better at attacking than ordinary stalkers. It only takes a moment to save the leader, and then I can start my shadow stealth escape..."
The flashing sword light stopped in mid-air for an instant.
A wave of malice that was clear enough to affect the present world overwhelmed him like cold sea water.
The stalker's face trembled slightly, his mouth opened, and he looked at this absurd scene in great horror.
Over the grassland, a huge, skinny figure wearing a clown mask appeared.
Its body was as shriveled as an old, rotten branch, and ropes were dangling from the clown mask.
The ropes hung struggling spirits one by one.
The wailing sounds from the spirits seemed to be poured directly into their minds.
Then, they saw the squirming eyeballs in the holes of the clown's mask.
What kind of eyes are those...
Scattered and without energy, when he looked at everyone, there was a kind of eerie dead silence and silence.
Everyone's breathing began to become rapid. After a while, a low pressure as if they were drowning made them clutch their necks in pain and they were completely unable to breathe.
That's when they discovered it.
With them as the center, the entire sky had been shrouded in pitch-black territory for some time.
The alien in the clown mask is holding a huge cross in his hand.
The black rope hanging down from the cross is connected to the living dead like silk thread.
No...that's not a field at all!
That's the clown's belly!
They...have always been in the clown's belly!
I saw it shaking the cross slightly, and the living dead who were torn apart by the stalkers were pieced back together as if they were going back in time.
The necks of the living dead who stood up again twisted together, with a strange smile on their pale and dead faces, staring at everyone.
The attack of the adamantine-level stalker collapsed instantly, and he stood motionless, with a horrified look on his face:
"Oh my God!"
Suddenly, he heard his captain's desperate roar:
"Spread the news, the King of the Living Dead under the Mad Throne has returned from the underworld!"
Boom!
A blow filled with the full power of the Colossus opened an opening in the spirit body of the King of the Living Dead.
Even the malice that suppressed everyone was instantly relieved.
"Run! Don't look back!"
The stalkers didn't hesitate any longer and escaped into the shadows and dispersed.
Only the Colossus stood there laughing.
Fear, despair, guilt, distortion...
Countless emotions appeared on his face, but he covered his mouth with his hands and made a sound that only he could hear.
"Don't leave me..."
Suddenly.
There was a roar.
A bloody meteor suddenly fell from the sky.
The tide of the living dead was instantly dispersed.
The world seemed to slow down a lot at this moment, and the splashing slime scattered along an arc.
The sunlight falling from the sky turns every drop of slime into amber, reflecting the grassland below.
The withered lawn, the dissolved living dead, the potholes...
And the face of the jaw-dropping colossus.
"Looks like someone needs help?"
A steady voice sounded.
At this time, Louis, who had just used a sling to rescue the shrunken Rimuru from the air, came wearing heavy armor and stepped out.
