Samuel's judgment proved to be correct, and the undead cavalry entered the hull and ran straight for several power rooms, and they quickly judged that the second and fourth power rooms were badly damaged, so they quickly changed their route and concentrated their forces on the first and third power rooms. Scheer and Toft, who were warned by Samuel, immediately organized their men to rush to the nearby No. 1 power room, but the No. 3 power room was out of reach.

Now the responsibility of defending the third power room falls to Samuel and the remnants of his newly assembled army. The undead did not devote all their forces to attacking the power room, and a small number of the undead broke into pieces and went to the crew's living quarters. It was the residence of the passengers, who were unarmed and would soon experience a nightmare. Samuel, a longtime commander, showed his cold-blooded side, refusing to split his forces to help his side, which was already severely understaffed. He knew very well that if the No. 3 power room was lost, then even if the non-combatants accompanying the ship were saved, they would eventually fall with the Twilight Kente.

But even though he had gathered all the manpower he could find, he still felt that he was short of troops when a large number of undead appeared in front of him. Fortunately, Samuel and the others were more familiar with their own lair after all, and they came to the door of the third power room before the undead to seize the opportunity, and when the undead came to the door of the third power room, everyone was already waiting. Samuel, who had been waiting for a long time, had just completed a spell at this time, and the five arcane runes surrounding his hands suddenly fell into the palm of his hand, turning into a small gray-white ball, Samuel gently pushed the ball forward, and the ball immediately flew quickly towards the undead in front of him, and then exploded among them. The raging air rushed in all directions centered on the ball.

The undead were caught off guard and were tossed to the ground by this well-placed wind-making technique. The body was heavily loaded on the walls and floor, the bones driven by the negative energy were not too badly damaged, but the body was completely out of balance, and the crew led by Samuel did not let go of this great opportunity, and pulled the triggers of their rifles one after another, and the silver bullets instantly harvested several undead.

The leading undead reacted quickly, raising its finger to point forward, and a pale blue rune lit up on its fingertips. A massive wall of ice immediately appeared between the undead and the musketeers, completely sealing the rifle's line of fire. The crew did not give up, they quickly fired their second bullet. Under the impact of the enchanted bullets, the ice wall collapsed in just one volley, but the undead behind the wall had already risen from the ground, no longer in the same mess. The undead cavalry took out their crossbows from behind their backs and began their own counterattack. The necromancer, who had reversed the situation with the ice wall before, was now chanting words in his mouth, his hands were quickly completing one spell casting gesture after another, and the magic fluctuations around him were becoming stronger and stronger. Samuel looked solemn and quickly began to prepare for the next spell.

It was at this time that the undead's crossbow arrows fell into the crowd, and the crew began to suffer casualties. Most of them were unarmoured in their hurry, and if they were not careful, they were killed on the spot when they were pierced through the chest by crossbow arrows. Fortunately, the Crossbow only has one round of ammo, and it takes an extremely long time to reload, making it impossible to reload in such close-quarters encounters. The undead then abandoned their crossbows, drew their swords, and charged the crew guarding the power room.

After all, the crew had been on all kinds of dangerous routes for many years, and they had already developed a ruthless character, and the undead who were far outnumbered of them approached them, not only did not frighten them, but stimulated their blood. The sailors cursed and drew their swords and faced the undead who did not know the height of the earth.

At this moment, the necromancer finished chanting his last syllable, and a falcon formed by frost took shape in his hand, this falcon was lifelike, but the churning elemental power and vigorous magic in his body all hinted that it was a more terrifying existence than a real falcon. The falcon spread its wings and screamed, and with a wave of the necromancer's right hand, the falcon flew towards Samuel. Samuel quickly completed his spell as well, and a wall of purple light blocked the falcon's flight path. The falcon hit its head against the wall of light and disappeared without a trace. However, only half a second later, the falcon flew out of the wall of light, but flew towards the necromancer.

Spell Reflex Enchantment!

The necromancer instantly recognized the spell released by Samuel, and couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately activated several magic items on his body, hoping to block this proud spell of his own. However, how could Samuel give up this opportunity, he had already begun to chant the dissociation technique at this time, and after the falcon destroyed the necromancer's protective barrier, this dissociation technique would directly end the other party.

However, there are always surprises.

Just as he was halfway through the dissociation technique, an undead swordsman swept away the two crew members who were fighting with him, and leaped forward and swung his sword at Samuel. A dark green flame suddenly ignited on the long sword, and before the sword could arrive, Samuel felt the coldness and death aura. He immediately stopped casting the spell, a white light flashed around him, and the whole person disappeared in place. The cramped cabin severely limited the effect of the flash spell, and the spell that could have dodged more than ten meters only allowed Samuel to flash four or five meters at the moment, which certainly helped him avoid the fatal slash, but it did not completely get rid of the threat of the undead swordsman. During the time when Samuel was entangled with the undead swordsman, the necromancer had already blocked the impact of the Ice Falcon, although there was some embarrassment, but fortunately, it saved a life, and it immediately completed its second attack spell. A large ice spear hovered above his head, and with the slightest movement of his mind, he could shoot Samuel through the air. And the undead swordsman who slashed through the air with a sword also turned to face Samuel, bent his knees slightly, and the long sword in his hand once again ignited a dark green fire of death.

At the same time, the situation was further aggravated by the fact that the crew began to suffer serious casualties under the absolute disadvantage of numbers. Soon, the undead broke through the crew's defenses. The crew realized that the tide was turning, and began to fight and retreat. Although there has not been a complete rout for the time being, the battle situation has gradually become clear, and the bloody nature has not been able to make up for the lack of numbers after all. But unfortunately, there is not much way back for them, and not far behind them is the No. 3 power room.

Samuel knew the situation was critical, but he was still planning to make a last-ditch effort.

Time did not allow Samuel to complete a full set of spell casting moves, and he chose to activate the "Magic Surge" auxiliary circle that he had carved a few days earlier, and cast the spell in an instant. Just as the necromancer was about to finish the ice spear technique, Samuel raised his staff and pointed at the other party, and the magic power of his whole body quickly converged on the gem at the top of the staff, forming a palm-sized lilac circle. The circle suddenly flickered brightly, and then quickly extinguished. It seemed that the gem at the tip of the staff was fleeting, and only Samuel and the necromancer could "see" a ray from the tip of the staff, pointing directly at the huge ice spear on the latter's head. The necromancer is horrified to find that he has lost control of his spells. The spiritual connection between him and the Ice Spear was completely severed by that invisible ray.

Without the guidance of the necromancer, the ice spear technique quickly got out of control, and the original regular flow of magic became chaotic, and the necromancer was immediately consumed by the magic power, and even the soul received huge damage, and there was no way to deal with it. And the protective props on his body had already been damaged when he was hit by the frost falcon. The hundreds of streams of magic that make up the Ice Spear Technique interfered with each other, clashed, and finally caused a huge explosion. The necromancer, who was already helpless, was torn to shreds in an instant.

Seeing that his companion finally ended up like this, the undead swordsman did not have the slightest wave in his heart. He and the necromancer were indeed close friends before, but under the erosion of negative energy, he had long lost his memories of each other, and even his memories of himself had been blurred, and he was just a puppet driven by instinct at the moment.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand, letting the green fire on the blade illuminate his face, the once handsome face now only white bones, and the hideous hole in his forehead made him even more terrifying—the fatal wound that had led to his death. He squatted slightly, and his right foot suddenly exerted force, ready to rush towards Samuel a few meters away.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a wooden plank breaking, and then suddenly felt the loss of fulcrum in his right foot. He immediately tried to adjust his balance, but it was too late, and his right foot stepped directly through the floor, sinking in, and his whole body fell to the ground due to the unsteady center of gravity. And Samuel, who was a few meters away, showed a smile that had succeeded in his conspiracy, but it was a pity that the "Brittleness" ring on his right hand was estimated to be scrapped after this battle.

The undead swordsman fell to the ground, and Samuel got a chance to cast a spell with peace of mind, and 2 seconds later, a dissociation spell hit the opponent, turning the opponent into ashes. Killing two high-level undead in a row allowed Samuel to save the situation a bit, and his presence could slightly make up for the lack of numbers when the opponent did not have high-level units. If all goes well, you may be able to hold off the other person for a few more minutes. By that time reinforcements from the other two ships in the fleet might have arrived. Samuel finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, he heard a strange sound from the ceiling above him, and he was stunned for a moment, then his pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly rushed to the side. Then, with a loud bang, a sharp blade of air fell from the sky and slashed at Samuel's position, and the people came back to their senses to find that the ceiling had been broken with a large hole, and the broken wooden planks and steel bars were clanging to the ground under the influence of the air waves. Immediately after, a knight in black heavy armor jumped out of the breach, and without saying a word, raised the steel spear in his hand and stabbed Samuel, who was still rolling on the ground. At the same time, more and more black heavily armored knights jumped from the hole above.

The crew, who was already in decline, immediately fell into a situation of being attacked from the back.