Enemies appear out of nowhere after the party enters a corridor that leads straight into the dark depths—and the numbers seem endless.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from the side, a scimitar slashed at his neck at a ferocious angle, Lawrence leaned back at the last moment, and grabbed the arm holding the scimitar, and the dark green flames instantly rose from the edge of his palm, burning a monster wearing a navy uniform with a longitudinally split head to ashes, and before he could react, several more gunshots rang out from the opposite side.

The sound of the gun came from a creeping monster that had suddenly crawled out of a gutter - the monster had a human-like upper body, but the lower half was a completely wriggling, deformed mass of internal organs, and it held a "rifle" that seemed to be made of bones and flesh, and the muzzle of the rifle, which was a mistake by all accounts, spewed tongues of fire.

Lawrence's gaze instantly condensed, time around him seemed to slow down, and he felt that his eyesight was countless times more than ordinary people at this moment, and he could even clearly see the trajectory of the bullet flying towards him—the next moment, he twisted his body and dodged the bullet flying towards him at unimaginable angles and attitudes.

Dodged three times and was shot six times.

"He's a monster!!" The pain came, and the old captain suddenly exploded, and then raised the revolver in his hand and shot the monster twice.

He lowered his head and looked into his chest, where he saw several shocking bullet holes tearing apart the flesh there, but the translucent spirit flesh was healing at a rate visible to the naked eye under the spectral fire.

It's not fatal, but it causes severe pain and exhaustion, and the power of the flames seems to be gradually draining, and it's still very full, but it's hard to say if it will run out.

Around Lawrence, heavily armed men were still fighting—the sailors with ghostly flames wrapped in them had sensed their temporary immortality, and their fighting styles were becoming more ferocious, and they used their guns, bayonets, and daggers to fend off the monsters that they couldn't kill, and they tried to push deeper into the corridor with all their might.

However, like Lawrence himself, everyone is not quite used to their "spirit" state at the moment, let alone control those ghostly flames, these sailors who accidentally acquired immortal bodies are just squandering their physical strength and firepower, and the battle in the entire sewer corridor has become chaotic to the point that it is impossible to look at it directly.

Therefore, even if they had bodies that could regenerate, they could only advance at an unbearably slow pace under the encirclement of endless monsters, and there was no hope of breaking through.

The only thing left on the scene that was not affected by the ghostly flames was the dried corpse - Anomaly 077 was also fighting, he wielded two scimitars, and walked through the battlefield with a nimble and agile body that was completely inconsistent with the identity of the dry corpse, charging back and forth like the wind, if it weren't for the fact that his eyesight had been greatly enhanced, Lawrence even suspected that he would not be able to catch up with the movement of the dry corpse.

But now that his eyesight was far beyond that of ordinary people, the speed of anomalous 077 was not so outrageous in Lawrence's eyes, and he could clearly see the dried corpse bypassing every ferocious-looking monster and walking through the safe route of the battlefield, the scimitar in his hand flying up and down, slashing for half an hour and still looking like new - the blade had not even touched anything.

The "sailor" just ran down the hallway brandishing his twin knives, only shouting louder than anyone else.

"I'll open the way with a scimitar!" The broken voice of the corpse echoed through the hallway, accompanied by the whistling of blades breaking through the air, "These ugly blasphemers are no match for me!"

Lawrence strode forward, and grabbed the neck of the "sailor" who was about to charge past him, his strength at the moment was amazing, and he even dragged the dry corpse that rushed out directly to his eyes, and his hoarse voice was accompanied by the crackling sound of flames: "If you can't help, at least give me peace!"

Anomaly 077 was choked by the neck, his shriveled head only a dozen centimeters from Lawrence's face, which made him tremble all over: "Yes······ Yes······ Be! Captain!"

Lawrence raised his hand and threw the dried corpse ten meters in front of him: "Get out of the way."

- If you can't rush over today, I'll stuff you into the combustion chamber of the steam core!"

The dry corpse screamed and was thrown out, finally tangling with the mud monsters that kept pouring out, while a crew member with a rifle ran from the side and shouted beside Lawrence, "Captain! I'm running out of bullets!"

Lawrence turned his head suddenly, and saw that almost all the people he had brought with him had already begun to fight those monsters with cold weapons, and they were completely relying on the immortal nature to hold on in this corridor, but the overall advance of the team had obviously stopped.

There is no way to move forward.

There is also no way back.

Chaotic shouts and chilling sounds of flesh disintegrating and limbs broke filled the corridors, the black mud on the surrounding walls and roofs was still oozing, and the subordinates in spirit form were almost overwhelmed by endless monsters, their weapons were running out of ammunition, and the spirit flames on their bodies were still burning, but the exhaustion was accumulating, and this exhaustion even sluggished and interfered with their thinking.

In the depths of this chaotic sewer, Lawrence suddenly felt a little dazed, and even began to feel that the whole world was unreal-

Who are you, where are you, what are you doing...... The monsters here are endless, but the agreed midnight midnight ······ How long will it take?

At this moment, as if in response to his own trance, Lawrence suddenly heard Martha's voice in the small mirror on his chest: "Here they are."

The old captain awoke from his stumble in an instant, and he hurriedly raised his hand, drew his short sword from his waist and pierced a monster that lunged at him, and then retreated, avoiding the black mud that almost splattered on him, and quickly raised his head.

There were footsteps in the hallway—very, very many footsteps, and the distant and ethereal shouts and passing, and then they approached so quickly that almost instantly they were in the area where Lawrence and the sailors were fighting.

Almost in the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared. It was as if they had emerged from the past, one by one shadows condensed in the air and turned into heavily armed soldiers, their old rifles of half a century ago in their hands, the bayonets on their muzzles flashing in the dark corridors, and they rushed from the darkness to the next darkness - the condensation of the figures did not interrupt their charge in the slightest, as if their battle never ended, and only in this moment could their figures be observed.

The sailors fighting in the corridor were shocked by the sudden sight in front of them, and subconsciously stopped, they watched the army rush in, watched them shoot at the monsters that were everywhere here, watched them roar into battle, and it took several seconds for the sailors to react and say to themselves in astonishment, "The last of the Queen's Guards......

Lawrence reacted as well, and he subconsciously stepped forward and walked towards a young soldier who was reloading his rifle - the soldier looked to be twenty years old at most, and his old city-state guard uniform was in tatters, as if he had been crawling in this sewer for a long, long time.

"Hello, we're here to help ......," Lawrence reached out and patted the young soldier on the shoulder, but his words stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence.

His hand ran through the figure of the other man.

Is this just an illusion?

Lawrence looked up in astonishment, only to see that the phantom soldiers had engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters in the hallway, their guns firing as they continued to fire, and the seemingly inhuman objects made of muddy mud fell one after another.

A tall soldier rushed from the other side, and Lawrence scrambled to dodge, but he couldn't dodge, and he watched as the tall soldier ran as if he didn't see him, and passed through his body like a phantage - and then, he was hit by a stray bullet from the monster, and the tall body crashed into the sewer.

The other Queen's Guard soldiers rounded the body and continued to run deeper into the hallway.

A sailor walked up from the side and muttered behind Lawrence, "They're apparitions······

"But these phantoms can fight those monsters, and they can even destroy them...

Lawrence said blankly, but it felt like a dream.

"The monsters in the hallways aren't multiplying anymore." Another sailor said beside him.

Lawrence reacted instantly.

For the first time, the number of monsters in the corridor has been reduced - after the appearance of the Phantom Queen's Guard, the black mud that had been pouring out of the surrounding walls and ceilings has finally stopped seeping, and the deformed freaks that could not be killed before are now being truly reduced!

Can the existence of the Queen's Guard inhibit the "regeneration" and "proliferation" of those monsters?

Lawrence was flooded with questions, but he knew that something was more important than the answers to those questions.

"Keep up with the Queen's Guard!" He raised his hand and commanded in a loud voice, "Keep up with the way they are going!

"Yes, Captain!"