There is a huge disparity between the strength and the weak, no matter how urgent Aila is, this battle cannot be fought visually. I sat cross-legged on the floor and offered my advice to Iola.

"Let's get here today, rest for the night, and we'll continue tomorrow?"

"It's useless," Aiola shook her head in frustration, "even if I give it my best strength, I can't be their match." ”

"Calm down and think about it, there will definitely be a solution." I tried to cheer up Aiola as I thought about what to do, "By the way, why don't you try sowing 'Namira's rot' on them?" ”

"It's a dried corpse carefully concocted by Akai's followers for the purpose of blaspheming the goddess, and they are familiar with the methods of the Corrupt Lady, and they must have prepared for it."

Aiola vetoed my proposal without thinking, but I didn't see it that way.

"Even if it doesn't necessarily work, we have to at least give it a try to find out the results, right?"

"Even if they get lucky, they will still have combat power until their bodies completely decay and decompose, and ......" Aiola's words suddenly revealed a sense of fear, which seemed to make her temporarily change what she was going to say, "I am not sure that I will defeat them head-on, and if something happens to me, I will have to flee again...... But this is the temple of the Corrupt Lady, and I can't escape ......"

Aiola became anxious. After some combing, I couldn't figure out what Eola had just said, and I could only barely guess from the word "again" that Iola had done something similar, but it failed in the end, and it had serious consequences.

"It's nothing, just a bunch of low-IQ ghouls." I put my hand on Iola's curled shoulders as a sign of comfort, "Do it my way, I'm fully sure that I'll be able to get rid of the overlord meal guy in there." ”

Hearing my assurance, Aiola turned her head to look at me in shock. Her eyes were suspicious, I didn't look like a talker, but I didn't look like a match for the Ghoul Lords.

"Don't worry, follow me."

I reaffirmed what I had just said, turned and walked out of the passageway, motioning for Aiola to follow me.

……

"Is that enough?"

Aiola moved the last heavy clay pot into the passage and lowered it, and then asked me about it.

I scanned it roughly, and nearly a hundred jars of oil were already high up in the long passage. The enemy has an advantage in both quantity and quality, and we should be prepared as much as possible.

"Almost."

"But you haven't told me what's the use of piling up these cans of oil here," Aiola told me bluntly about her incomprehension and distrust, "If you're going to use fire, I'd advise you to be prepared for failure, there aren't just one ghouls, and they don't go into the fire." ”

"It's okay, even if we fail, we can still escape."

"Okay, then let me see your methods."

I peeled a chunk of dirt off the wall and reshaped it into a puppet, manipulating it into the ghoul lords' dining room.

As soon as the puppet entered the door, the ghoul lords were alarmed. Their hands shook slightly, and the dust that covered them fell down, and blue glowed in their parched eyes. Soon, they rose from their seats, grasped the weapons resting beside them, and cast grim gazes on the uninvited guest who had disturbed their slumber.

The puppet broke in two without any suspense, and it was left with nothing but the ability to act as an additional vision. The Ghoul Lord remained sluggish in his sword-swinging posture, as if he was amazed at how such a weak creature could break through the obstacles outside and reach the rearmost hall.

Soon, they spotted the anomaly, and a faint trace of magic flowed out of the door on the intruder that had been broken in two. All that had just disturbed them was a puppet, and the real mastermind behind it was hiding in the hallway outside the door!

Sensing the approaching sound of heavy, powerful footsteps, Aila eagerly reminded me, "They're out!" ”

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

One, three, six, nine, eleven...... All the ghoul lords had already walked out of the hall into the passage outside the door. Seeing the initiator appear in their field of vision, the ghoul lords' eyes were full of blue light, and their killing spirit skyrocketed, and they rushed towards us without mercy.

On the path of the ghoul lords, there were several walls made of clay oil cans. I don't expect to stop them through these tanks, I want to destroy them completely.

“Fus！！！”

A shockwave slammed into the stacked oil tank. The already unreliable wall structure began to crumble at the blow, and the oil tanks fell in the direction of the ghoul lord, and the stored oil was about to pour out of the cans.

“Ro！！！”

The clay pot is small and heavy, and it is difficult for the unloading power dragon roar to show an intuitive effect on its body, but the oil in the pot is different. The oil that came out of the mouth of the tank was scattered into countless pieces in the air, and it invaded the ghoul lords like a storm under the dragon's roar.

“Yol！！！”

Ignite at the touch of a button, and the spark will ignite. The dried corpses are already inherently incapable of fire, and the eleven ghoul lords have been unrecognizable under the baptism of fire oil, and it seems that I can't help but think of a certain character in the Fantastic Four. They continued to charge, the clay pots that had not yet hit the ground were crushed to pieces, and the remaining oil in the pots was thrown into flames.

"Let's go!"

As the heat approached with murderous energy, I grabbed Aiola and ran at full speed towards the outside of the passageway, carefully stepping over the various restraint traps that had been laid before. What we need to do now is to avoid its edge and wait for the dust to settle.

……

I stopped running and looked back. The other party's flesh had almost burned to the ground, and the burned, fragile leg bones could not continue to support the master's body, and they broke off in response. The ghoul lord lying on the ground tried to raise his sword against me, but soon the sword fell to the ground along with a flaming arm. The blue light in his eyes eclipsed by the red flames, and all the ghoul lords had returned to their true eternal sleep.

Earlier, I was attacked by the Silver Hand while searching for the shards of Wuslad with my comrades, I had just learned the roar of the Flame Breath Dragon, and I came up with this strategy in a desperate situation, but Farkas turned into a werewolf in time to kill all sides, and I didn't have a chance to test my idea in actual combat.

Now that I see that the strategy is working, I nod my head in satisfaction. Maybe all the ghoul lords you encounter in the future can use such a routine to deal with it?