Rosen was still immersed in the words that suddenly appeared like system prompts, and the words in front of him suddenly changed, and rows of characters with silver light had fallen like waterfalls, forming a somewhat familiar picture for him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

[Name: Lawson]

[Race: Undead]

[Class: Swordsman]

[Soul: 4]

【Condition:Good】

Stigmata: Unawakened:

[Skill: Basic Swordsmanship Lv.Max]

[Skill: Templar Sword Lv.10]

【Talent: Sword Soul】

[Mastering the principle of the sword, all swordsmanship in the world is engraved in the soul, and the mastery speed of all swordsmanship is increased by 100%]

["This body is the remains of the sword"]

What's going on!?

Lawson froze in place, something he hadn't expected to appear in front of him, which shocked him more than crossing into a skeleton.

This seems to be your own information?

Rosen was quick to react, and there were many such passages in the novels he read, which most people call "systems", one of the most commonly used golden fingers.

But stop a friend, what about a system similar to the game's interface?

Unlike Rosen, who was stunned, the Pudge gang quickly recovered from their shock.

"Swain, this idiot, was actually killed by a skeleton soldier, what fucking rubbish!"

The horse-faced youth spat out, in his opinion, Sven was killed by the skeleton soldiers because of carelessness, and if he was himself, he could solve the opponent by dividing five by two.

"You guys, get rid of it quickly!"

Only Pudge sensed that something was wrong, and he put the long knife in his hand against the girl's neck, beckoning the remaining three men to surround Lawson.

He has been in this business for ten years, and he plans to return to his hometown after making the last order, use his savings for many years to buy a piece of land, and marry a wife to live in peace, so he will take on this task with a high pay but also a considerable risk.

Things went well at first, they disguised themselves as mountain bandits, hijacked the carriage, killed the coachmen, guards and maids, and were about to tie up and bring back the target of the mission, Grantia Ulysses, when the girl somehow broke free and fled directly into the woods, so that they could be found for a while.

And after finally catching up with Grandia, they actually encountered a skeleton soldier.

Oh my God, how many years have it been since there have been skeletons in Aster!

Peggy had only heard of this undead creature in his childhood bedtime stories and in the heroic hymns of the tavern poets.

Dark wizards, necromancers, lichs, and thousands of the Sea of Skulls, the evil creatures that rose from the Third Tide disappeared after the Second Holy War a thousand years ago, and even if there were occasional rumors, it was in the wasteland of the Eternal Night Forest that people like Peggy who lived in the Land of Order had little experience of fighting.

However, Peggy is not worried, in his opinion, the skeleton soldier is like cannon fodder, he has the strength close to the lowest level of black iron, and the remaining three are not fledgling recruits, the four of them can easily solve a small skeleton soldier, as for the unlucky Swain, it can only be said that he was too careless, so he lost his life in vain.

Lawson didn't bother to check the information in the system at this time, and when he saw that the rest of the people were rushing towards him, he could only raise his sword and shoot.

There was no confusion in Leng Che's head about whether or not to kill, his dark blue eyes were like ghosts, and the rusty blade in his hand seemed to have life, silently approaching the throat of one of them.

The man was about to raise his sword to block, but the blade in front of him disappeared in an instant, and his heart sank, followed by a dull pain from the piercing of his chest, and the warm blood flowed down the rust and dripped on the yellowed leaves of autumn, which was very conspicuous.

"What!"

Peggy was a little panicked, he thought that according to the development of the story, these rotten bone frames only had the strength of the lower reaches at most, but the skeleton in front of him revealed that it was not inferior to his own strength.

Could it be that the bone frames in those heroic epics in the past have this level, if this is the case, the strength of those warriors who killed hundreds of skeletons at will is unimaginable.

If he and the other party go head-to-head, the victory or defeat is still unknown, but now is not the time to pay attention to chivalry, and Pudge can't care about Grandia, swinging the knife in his hand, and attacking from two directions with the horse-faced youth.

Bang dang -

With a crisp sound, Pudge felt a numb sensation in his right hand, and the long knife was almost out of his hand, and his attack had been disintegrated before it could be formed.

At the same time, the horse-faced young man on the other side was knocked away with a knife, as if what he was looking for was not a scattered skeleton, but an iron wall.

As soon as the third person raised the sharp knife, he saw a gray-black figure step out, the blue ghost fire suddenly became larger, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two was reduced to zero, and before he could react, the long sword had already cut his throat, bringing a little blood.

This set of actions was only three or four breaths, and Grantia, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't even see the movements of the skeleton swordsman clearly, and only felt that it was as if in a moment of kung fu, the original balance of strength was reversed.

Rosen's heart was full of emotion, killing people could not touch him, the undead's extremely calm racial characteristics made him like a sophisticated machine, he was merciless in the face of enemies that threatened his life, the long sword in his hand flowed, relying on the instinct of this body to fight.

But it's not so much a battle, it's more like a one-sided slaughter at the moment, not only the bearded Pudge couldn't imagine it, even Lawson himself couldn't imagine that his combat power would be so strong, and in the flicker of thought, he slashed down the incoming attack again, piercing the chest of the horse-faced youth who had been knocked away with a sword blade.

At this time, Peggy's team had essentially existed in name only, and he was the only one left who still had combat effectiveness.

And one-on-one heads-up, he no longer has the confidence to defeat the weak-looking skeleton in front of him.

Run away!!!

Pudge was the first to think of this thought, and he took advantage of the time when Lawson pulled his sword out of the corpse, turned and fled in the direction he came.

However, Lawson did not let go of the enemy, his long sword was raised, the bones on his body creaked, but he had already caught up with Pudge, facing an enemy who tried to escape, the battle was actually very easy, Lawson sent the long sword in his hand, and inserted it from Pudge's back without a sound, piercing the beating heart.

Pudge was dazzled when he saw the long sword stabbed from his chest, and the rusty blade was flowing with blood, as if he had seen the golden wheat fields of his hometown, his wife and children, and a happy and warm life.

However, it was all fleeting, and eventually it turned into a deepening darkness, and the last thing Pudge saw was a terrifying reflection of the blue ghostly fire.

Rosen didn't feel anything, due to the characteristics of the undead, he would not have particularly large emotional fluctuations, so even if his consciousness was now in a state of lingering after the battle, Rosen's face was still expressionless and serious.

Therefore, when he looked at Grandia, the only girl who was still alive, with such an expression, the eldest lady who lived in a simple place couldn't help but shudder.

――Is it your turn to be next?

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