Darkness comes like a falling night, and dusk disappears in an instant. When Painter looked up, he realized that the influence of the building had spread silently to cover most of the city.
A corpse rushed forward, wearing armor and holding a sword. Out of some unknown mood, the dwarf smashed his head to pieces with a war hammer.
"York! Don't go too far!" He turned around and yelled at the elemental beings. "Don't be divided!"
"Is this something I can control?" The orange-faced man's skin became much darker, which meant that he consumed a lot of magic power. But York's response was still loud. Across the fifty-meter mountain of corpses, he slashed off the arms of the surrounding corpse eaters with his sword and kicked away the bone hands sticking out of the ground.
The mercenaries have almost been lost. There are dozens of young men, and now only a dozen of them are still sane.
Others returned to the enemy's side after death.
People couldn't help but feel despair. Every time the sword penetrated the body of his companions, York felt that his soul was undergoing torture:
Who brought them here?
Who sent them to die?
"Stop this bad war." The young leader whispered.
He stretched out his arms and waved forward, bursting out his magic power one last time. The blooming ring of fire expanded in all directions, pushing away and igniting the corpse eaters that rushed over. At this time, York was somewhat thankful that Susheng Zhizhi had not yet had time to create the Corpse Witch, although logically speaking, the time had dragged on long enough.
The wrath of nature turned most of the men in black robes into plant nutrients, and the enemy leader suddenly burned himself into a corpse eater while casting a spell - York originally thought he was a corpse witch, but he did not expect that he was still a human being.
However, this is not a novel discovery. Not all necromancers are undead.
"York, let's go in!" the dwarf called to him in the chaos.
"What?"
"Look behind you, that's the place of rebirth!"
York turned his head amid the fire wave of zombies. The pale stone steps were inlaid with bone hands, and the rugged and withered knuckles protruded, as if they were about to grab him. Only then did he realize that he had approached the hall of the undead without knowing when.
The remaining dozens of mercenaries were not far away. They had passed through most of Hercule Street and had arrived at the foot of the Temple of the Dead.
He was still confused, but Painter had already rushed over. When the dwarf passed over the burning corpse eater, he gave it an unceremonious hammer, causing the torch-like undead to fly backwards and knock away the similar people chasing behind him.
"Let's go inside!"
"You are crazy. There will only be more undead in the Rebirth Place!"
"That's just one aspect." The big-nosed dwarf wiped his beard and knocked over the jumping skeleton with another hammer. "Boy, your knowledge of Gavash is limited to the bedtime stories of your elders. Sometimes these experiences are not unimportant, but improvising is more suitable for the current situation."
"How are you going to adapt?"
"I have never seen the disaster of the undead, but I have experienced a lot of battles - the place of resurrection is a good place to get out of the siege, even if it is full of undead."
York turned his calf into an element and avoided the futile grasp of the bone hand. He looked at the struggling team members and decided to trust the dwarf's experience and abandon the warnings of his elders: "Gather! Let's enter the building!"
Then he chopped down the undead beside the dwarf with a sword, and snorted in annoyance: "I never listen to bedtime stories."
Painter ignored the young leader's rebuttal.
A group of fifteen mercenaries climbed up to the main hall along the steps of bones. The floor in the hall was paved with dark stone tiles, and the shoes made of leather and metal made a hollow sound on it.
The undead didn't care that this was the necessary holy place for their birth, and they swarmed up. The dwarf raised his arm and struck it. The door closed with a loud bang, and the endless sea of undead immediately stopped flowing.
"Finally, we can take a break." A young man was sweating profusely. He almost didn't have the strength to wield a weapon, let alone fight.
"Why don't you take a break?" York raised his sword and pointed back, signaling the team members to enter combat mode: "Those men in black robes are here again."
For a while, the whole place was wailing.
"What a great idea you came up with, Painter!" Once again, the light elemental being was in close combat and could hardly hold his sword. Although he had a share in this idea, York couldn't help but complain.
The dwarf counterattacked: "It's not better outside than here. When we enter the hall, we can cut down at least two less corpses... Damn it, I can't even do it! They were originally my companions, innocent civilians!..."
His voice dropped, "We have to end this nightmare. Procrastinating is not the answer. Knox's main force is still outside the city."
The hurricane of death is spreading towards Yotsuba City with Hercule as its axis.
Suddenly, the young leader turned his head and a magical light grazed his forehead without even blinking.
"The lowest level of the Resurrection House is the altar for summoning the undead."
York said something that he thought was half crazy, "We can go down to the altar and prevent the birth of more undead."
The dwarf's eyes widened.
"Our mission is to delay until reinforcements arrive, York, and there will definitely be corpse witches and necromancers below. The necromancer who can establish a place of rebirth is at least a high-level mystery."
"I'm just a little closer." The light elemental being said, and the blade trembled. "You are also a high ring, Painter. As long as we get rid of these disgusting undead, we can win."
"...I don't think I'm sure."
"But this is also a solution."
"What about your team members? If we go down to the bottom, your teammates will probably die on the way; if we can use the terrain of the hall, we might be able to hold on for a while."
"It makes no difference whether you die early or late."
Painter turned sideways and shot away a corrosive beam, "I don't think so. York, maybe reinforcements will arrive soon, and we have no reason to take risks."
"No reason? Then let the necromancer control the corpses of our comrades?" The mercenary squad leader's face was as cold as frost. He still had the enthusiasm of a young man in his heart and lacked fear of death.
"We are adventurers! For our comrades and for Knox! Isn't this reason enough?!"
Painter was speechless for a moment.
The remaining young men were all inspired by him. Surrounded by the black-robed men and undead creatures, the morale of the team actually improved. York lowered his head and stared at the big-nosed dwarf:
"You're coming along, right, Painter?"
What else could Painter say? It's not that he doesn't feel sorry for his comrades, it's just that according to human age, the dwarf is already middle-aged. He loved the youthful excitement of these young men at York, precisely because he himself was no longer young.
"If I don't go, am I going to watch you die?" the big-nosed dwarf said angrily, "You hateful little devils, you idiots who don't care about your life! There's no need for me to do anything - wait until we get back to the leader, he I’ll definitely beat you up.”
The orange skin of the light elemental being lit up, he grinned, and turned into a ball of light to avoid the attack of necromancy magic.
"let's go!"
York took the lead and penetrated the neck of a man in black robe with a sword. He squeezed his magic power and turned into a ball of light that shuttled through the dense rays, jumping across half of the hall in the blink of an eye.
The dwarf roared angrily, and suddenly the ground shook, and the stone bricks twisted and bulged, forming a thick and tall rock wall. The men in black robes and the corpse-eaters suddenly fell on their backs, and the siege collapsed instantly.
"Earth Waves"
The mercenaries passed through the hall under the protection of the stone barrier. Both magic and sharp claws could only leave cracks in the stone bricks. The spider web-like cracks continued to expand, but the rock wall still did not collapse.
Painter was carrying a hammer and was the last one to rush through the rock barrier. The stone wall behind him cracked inch by inch, collapsing and hitting the pursuers who could not dodge.
The flying gravel clanked against the armor.
At this time, they came to the stone steps that spiraled downward, but no man in black robes emerged from it. The elemental lifeform made a prompt decision and led the team all the way down the stairs deep underground. The narrow area makes the lethality of rock magic even more terrifying. The long and depressing passage is covered with corpses covered in black robes, and occasionally there will be one belonging to an adventurer wearing armor.
The leader stepped into the exit, and beyond the corridor was another wide hall filled with darkness. The flames of the candles intertwined with each other, reflecting shadows of different depths and directions on the ground.
The stone bricks are engraved with complicated patterns that no one except the magic pattern master can understand. As the bishop of the Black Cross, the Necromancer holds the emblem in his hand and stands on the high platform with his back to everyone.
“The Holy Spirit foresees the coming of the blasphemous.”
Bishop Levi said, his voice hitting the stone wall and reverberating: "And give me the mission of destroying heretics."
Shadows quickly flowed down from the high platform——
A kind of magic that only exists in the realm of death filled the hall, and a dark monster with bright red eyes crawled out of the shadows. They have two wings with ribs, and the edges of the wing membranes are ferocious bone spurs. When they raise their heads and roar, they emit sound waves with a strange frequency.
"Sunless Legion"!
York looked at the elemental creature that was completely opposite to him - a giant bat-like element and magic called Shadow Thorn. His scalp went numb for a while: "Damn it, he is the Shadow Bishop!"
The Fallen Dead Apostles are a branch of the Necromancers, and although the Shadow Bishops also belong to the dark family, they have nothing to do with the undead. It is a profession that belongs to the field of elementalists and is good at manipulating elements.
For light elemental beings like York, the Shadow Bishop is a more difficult enemy to deal with than the Fallen Dead Apostles.
But shouldn’t it be the Necromancer who controls the rituals of the Resurrection Place?
No wonder no high-level undead like the Corpse Witch was born in the Resurrection Place, precisely because those who control the altar are not followers of Suviliya.
Facing so many shadow elemental beings, the young mercenary leader couldn't help showing a look of despair, so much so that when the nearest monster pounced on him, he even stood there waiting to be killed.
Suddenly, rock walls on all sides rose from the ground, and the strong shelter blocked the fangs and claws.
"York! What are you doing?" Painter roared.
"I led you into a dead end..."
"It's not your fault." The dwarf bumped his leg, "You did your best."
"The best? If we stay on the ground, we still have a chance to escape!"
"You know that's not realistic."
York looked at the mercenaries behind him. They were exhausted and had to rely on their passion to follow him here. They will avenge their companions, even if they sacrifice their lives.
The dwarf was right, they couldn't wait for rescue.
"I am a failed leader." The young mercenary said, "I should not have brought them here, to Hercule Street. They died here, and their souls have no peace."
"Yes, we will all die here." Painter's face showed no trace of his bad temper. At this time, the big-nosed dwarf was like an elder: "So there is no time to think. Repentance and the like. , you can go to the Kingdom of the Dead and tell them in person."
"Don't forget why we came-"
York tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
The tide of regret faded from his heart, and he looked at the tired but determined eyes of his companions behind him. They had already made up their minds.
Then what reason do you have to give up?
"Mr. Painter." Through the gap, the light elemental being did not look at the flying shadow thorns. He focused on Bishop Levi. "These shadow elemental demons cannot be killed. We must attack the caster - the shadow bishop on the high platform."
Of course the dwarf knew this, and he didn't quite understand why York had to repeat it. But then he saw a ball of orange light lighting up in the shadows, and the light intertwined into a character:
"altar"
"Good idea." Painter couldn't help but said, "You're not too stupid, little York."
"Because I don't want to die worthless." The captain of the Knox Mercenary Group said quietly. He sighed: "You were too slow this time, Ez."
The Sunless Legion had already flown over the rock wall.
