It was only when they had struggled through the tunnel, attacking the apparently unprepared principals from their hidden positions, that the other two understood what Dinen really meant.

…… Probably.

Of course, that's not the point. The point is that they are caught in a bitter battle.

Albert found that they were a little underestimated.

Although Dineen had always been wary of the Cursed Cult, they didn't actually feel threatened in their previous encounters. On the one hand, it is because their identities are extraordinary, and their personal strength is also very outstanding. On the other hand, it was because Dineen skillfully pinched the key to the battle - the first time he directly attacked the Cursed Cultists who commanded the undead, and the second time he used the terrain to sweep away most of the undead.

And now, even with the advantage of sneak attacks, they still have the upper hand when it comes to a head-on confrontation with a squad of undead under the command of a mage.

…… So that sentence in the church is really stating a fact. Albert thought with a wry smile.

He raised his hammer to block the next swing and took advantage of the momentum to step forward. The light-infused warhammer began to scorch the flesh of the zombie before it could reach its tall body, but it didn't fall on the spot like its previous opponents, and the dark light swirled through the bare bones, allowing it to roar and launch its next attack. The paladin had to take a slight step back, and the next moment the enemy in front of him was replaced. Seeing that the gains he had just made were about to come to naught, he could only concentrate on facing the current enemy.

The orcs not far from him erupted into a roar. His charged heavy slash left only a deep mark on his opponent's armor. These two-handed weapons were the first time Thrall had encountered an opponent of his strength, but their tattered but sturdy armor made the gap even greater. Thrall walked between several skeleton warriors with a nimble that didn't match his size, dodging attacks. If he is surrounded, then he will definitely be hit hard.

The quickest spirits followed Dineen, and the warrior led them around the lab, slowing them down with the help of bookshelves, test benches, cages, and other obstacles, and occasionally launching a lightning-fast counterattack to finish off one of them before pulling away. As he ran, he picked up bits and pieces that he could pick up, such as test tubes, flasks, tweezers, scalpels, and stumps, severed arms, viscera, bones, and so on, all of which he threw at the only enemy with a brain.

The necromancer, who had thought he would be able to stay out of the situation and direct his men to round up these attackers, was greatly embarrassed by these attacks. He could indeed turn on his spell shield and burn everything to ashes, but look at what was thrown - his potion! His petri dish! His collection of books! His notes! Oh, the great Lich King is above! This bastard mortal who should have gone to hell 10,000 times actually threw your idol over!

The necromancer, who was about to be driven crazy by the chaos of the laboratory, had to hide from the precise projectiles, and occasionally had to cast a spell or two to catch the precious things, so he could not take any action against Thrall and Albert, and had to hurry up and give a few orders to let the undead continue to trap them.

But even so, the tide of the battle is still tilted in favor of the unfavorable side of the living. For the dead are tireless, they do not know pain, but the living do.

The Skeleton Warrior's broad tomahawk slashed across Thrall's waist, taking away a piece of flesh and even seeing bones from the wound. The orc screamed, his eyes reddening from the anger and pain of his wound, and his breathing became more and more violent. Feeling the threat to his life, the demonic curse buried deep in his blood once again surfaced.

Seeing this, Albert desperately snatched a gap forward, raised his hand and threw a holy light at him. The healing technique allowed Thrall to regain some of his senses and dodge the oncoming axe. But the paladin paid the price for his recklessness, and a rusty sword slashed at his arm. Albert was somewhat prepared, but he snorted and staggered backwards, picking up the heavy warhammer with one hand to barely drive away the zombies that pounced.

Dineen turned abruptly and stopped, leaned over his shoulders, and flipped over a table behind him. The table with the bottles and cans on it smashed all the demons back to the pounce. Dining's legs suddenly exerted force, and the next moment his figure disappeared in place, and the afterimage pulled a slender silver line in the air, and he himself had already cut straight into the line of the undead and killed Albert.

- Charge!

When the momentum was about to end, Dineen already felt a sore muscle ache, which was the after-effect of the continuous high-speed running and the sudden explosion, and he grabbed Albert without hesitation, and took him aside by inertia. The two of them rushed together for a few steps, and then fell to the ground. Dinen jumped to his feet with a tumble and threw something at the zombies that pounced.

Albert, who couldn't get up for a while, was surprised to see that the small silver-white square began to deform when it touched the ground, and it clicked into a ...... Mechanical chicks?

Despite its unexpected size and appearance, the small mechanical body attacked as soon as it was activated. It scurried back and forth under the feet of the undead at an alarming speed, pecking ferociously at the toes of every enemy it could reach.

…… It hurts to watch.

The undead certainly don't feel pain, but anyone who attacks them is considered a threatening target. For a moment, both Dineen and Albert's pursuers focused on the small man, and then rolled into a mess of arms in the chaotic pursuit, looking like a packed octopus.

"This is also your work?" Albert asked, surprised.

"It's just a cat and a tiger." Dineen was also surprised by such a good effect.

Designing a mechanical structure is a brain-consuming task, and Dineen has no interest in wasting time on it. But he was still able to make something according to the drawings. As a gift to the orphanage during Children's Week, these were the few engineering products he remembered to do, and of course the ones that were given away were not so brutal in programming, but they were just as self-defensive.

- As for the patrol teaming up with the mechanical chick or something, it can only be said that the commander of the city defense system has a hole in his brain and ignores him.

Dineen jumped backwards abruptly, flashing a blue light. The ice arrow smashed a splice of ice into the wall, and he looked fiercely in that direction, the necromancer's eyes hidden under his hood with the same rage. Then he raised his hand again.

"Sal!" Dining, who had judged the direction, roared angrily.

The astonishing instinct of battle caused the orc to stumble backwards, then roll on the spot and leave the area where he had just stood. The spell grazed his side and exploded, freezing a skeleton warrior in place. Thrall sprang to his feet and slashed off its head with an axe. His left leg was also stained with the edge of the ice, and a large piece of flesh had been torn off, but he didn't care about the bloody calf at all now, and roared at the enemy.

The necromancer cursed. Now it's Thrall pestering his last remaining guard. He hooked his fingers and cast a shield, directing the chaotic zombies and demons to separate as quickly as possible.

But until then, they're perfect targets. Albert, whose arm was wounded, took the one-handed sword that Dineen threw and decapitated them one by one. Dinein, on the other hand, picked up the paladin's dropped two-handed hammer and charged again.

The necromancer reacted quickly and threw two ice arrows and a curse as he stepped back. Dinen slammed to the ground, rolled underneath the spell, and then leaped to his feet.

The momentum of the charge stopped, but Dinein's offensive was not over. He threw the hammer with all his might without even thinking about it. Even with a shield, the mage didn't dare to take the blow hard. He had to roll on the ground to avoid having his head smashed, but Dinein, who had lost the demon's restraint, finally let go of his hands and feet, and before the necromancer could stand up, he was already in front of the other party. Dineen didn't bother to pick up the weapon at all, it was a simple and rude punch!

The angry blow was not insignificant, the spell shield flickered under his hand for a second before shattering, and the castrated fist slammed into the mage's chest, sending the thin mage flying straight out and slamming into the test bench full of flasks and test tubes. None of the fragile vessels survived, and colorful potions splattered everywhere. The mage spurted a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Dinein, of course, could tell he wasn't dead. If it weren't for the shield reducing and deflecting part of the power, the opponent would not have flown out at all, but would have died with rupture of internal organs on the spot. He picked up the fallen hammer and walked briskly forward, intending to finish off the undead before they recovered.

But something crept up from the back of the bench.

Dinen stopped, looking at the thing warily. It was a dark green gelatin, as if it had a consciousness of its own, and it was wriggling at a speed that was not too slow. It branched out into tentacle-like branches, swung a few times in the air, and quickly grabbed the unconscious mage. After a few seconds of pause, the rest of the body wrapped up and swallowed him whole with a snort.

Through the thing's translucent body, Dineen could faintly see the necromancer's black robes. But the black patch shrank at an alarming rate, eventually becoming a tiny lump.

Probably to the extent that the robe itself is clumped up as much as possible.

That is, the human body is gone.

Dineh's scalp exploded, and he grabbed a book and threw it over. The surface of the gum quickly recessed, and it caught the book as if it had opened a gap. But soon the book was pushed to the surface from the inside, mostly intact except for the slime.

Don't eat inorganic substances...... A variant of the ooze monster?

He only had time to make this one guess. The next moment, the gelatin suddenly swelled, and in a few breaths, it changed from about the same size as one person to more than enough to stuff three people in, and it was still growing at a rapid rate!

Looking at the soft mud that rushed towards him, Dineh's face changed, and he turned his head and ran away without saying a word.

"Thrall! Albert! He yelled and rushed to his companions, "That's the main gate over there, run!" ”

The undead action of the loser of the commander has become chaotic, and the two have come together with a lot of pressure. Hearing this, they couldn't care about the enemy in front of them, so they smashed and kicked and forced a way to squeeze out of the way.

By the time they rushed to the door, the soft mud had spread across most of the room, and everything they came into contact with was swallowed up except for the dirt, and even the undead who were closer were swallowed and digested. Seeing this scene, Dineng couldn't help but marvel at the things of the Cursed Sect, which were really easy to feed, and they could still grow up eating something that the plague dog didn't touch.

The mechanical chick, which had lost its power, was swallowed as well, and then a small explosion occurred in accordance with engineering conventions. A small part of the ooze was blown open and lost its color, but that loss was insignificant overall. Seeing this, Dineen smiled fiercely, turned his head and ran to meet his companion.

The way out is completely different from when he came, but fortunately, Dineh, who had been prepared for a long time, led the way in front. Concerned about Sal's injured leg, their movement slowed down considerably. So the ooze kept chasing after it, swallowing everything along the way.

- What a perfect devastation. Dineen thought through gritted teeth.

Eventually, they climbed to the ground via a small elevator. Before they had time to enjoy the fresh air, they felt a shaking under their feet. As soon as the three of them jumped to the flat ground, the wooden platform fell.

"That thing is endless!" Sal said angrily. He'd had enough of being chased, and if that lump of ooze looked a little harder, he'd definitely turn around and smash it.

"How do we fix it?" Albert thought of the devoured undead, their swords seemingly unhindered.

Dineen looked around and saw a familiar building below the hillside.

It's the watchtower.

"Go over there." He said.