Three hundred years.

With the help of King Arthur and the soldiers sent by the Academy to protect Lyons, the Night's Watch, and the priests of the city, Lyons' defenders were able to assemble a fighting force of three hundred men to invade the dungeon. Every church in the city received a divine command to get involved, and the gods decided to see the spirits of the dead wiped out forever.

The unit only accepts people of at least level 20, as others will be quickly killed and join the undead legion. Just as many soldiers will stay behind in case monsters pass through the rift to protect the citizens; If they fail, evacuate the city.

Judging by what Gwen saw, Arthur did not doubt that they would succeed; The possibility of a glorious and heroic battle instilled hope and courage in the prince. Her brother lived for moments like this.

Gwen was less enthusiastic when the royal army gathered at the entrance to the dungeon, removing the guards, and digging up the buried entrance. "Niehogg...... "Where did she hear such a name?"

"That's Walter's real name." Gwenhaifa turned to Mrs. Searle, whose famous beauty was now tarnished by grief and anger. The priestess has summoned two [daughters of Bald] and is preparing to summon a third.

"There must be another explanation," Anne insisted beside her, utterly denying it as she cast a spell on herself. "Maybe he's been manipulated?"

"Annie......" Gwen whispered. I'm sorry, but it's true. The priests of Hull confirmed that their goddess herself identified him as a dangerous undead. ”

"It's Haier, she's not to be trusted." Anne protested, though in a weak tone. Deep down, Gwen knew her friend understood this painful truth. "It can't be him......"

"The prophecy likened him to a black dragon that eats the roots of Igdrasil, devours the corpses of the wicked, and after Ragnarok, takes the dead to another world......" Lady Sear's eyes were red with this terrible betrayal. But he never believed it. ”

A black dragon?

Li

o

m。 "Could Walter be a dragon in disguise?"

"Father killed a dragon named Fafnier, and it can turn into a man." Arthur said with a smile. He was thrilled at the thought of killing a maggot, while both Ragnell and Morgan glared at him in frustration. While Gwen understands that his carefree attitude is a mask to appease his troops, it upsets some.

All the while, he ...... "Madame Selt covered her face with her hands, unable to finish the incantation." What a fool I am...... ...... I should see"

"He's been hiding for more than thirty years," Gwen reassured her. "It's not your fault."

"I let a snake into our city, and now he's poisoned it." The priestess replied angrily, her calm replaced by bitterness. "I trust him!" I trust him!"

Gwen remained silent, letting her vent her anger.

"He healed me, Your Highness." The priestess took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. "Am I a guinea pig to him?" Did he make potions by killing people?"

"I don't know," Gwen replied. The necromancer gave her the impression that he was a deceived madman who believed his lies; It is not impossible that he really wants to help some people, if only to alleviate his guilt.

Maybe it's all a lie.

In the end, it doesn't matter anymore. Walter Tye is a murderer and criminal, ready to threaten the city as a last resort. Can't let him run away anymore.

"Can you teleport us in?" Gwen asked a royal elite [Battle Mage], though she didn't have much hope.

"Powerful shields will prevent us from teleporting to a certain point below, and magical protection will only get stronger as we move down." The wizard replied.

"All the teleportation effects, or is it just ours?"

"Only ours." This way, the undead can summon reinforcements. "Beyond a certain point, the god's guards will prevent all forms of magical transportation and divination"

"Godly wards?" Gwen immediately connected the facts to the facts. "'Roots.'"

"Nihogg the Serpent was also prophesied to eat Iggdrasi's roots," Lancelot announced. "Some analysts say his success heralds the beginning of Ragnarok."

"Where did you learn that?" Gwen asked, and those present panicked. The threat of Ragnarok terrifies everyone; No wonder the gods asked all their servants to attend.

"Calvert studied the prophecy found in the castle of the Pale Serpent." The royal knight replied calmly, as if repeating a script. "He believes that the Brotherhood's name comes from this legendary creature, which its founder regarded as a symbol of immortality."

How could an order older than Avalon honor a shopkeeper? Something isn't quite right.

Mrs. Searle's gaze turned to iron. "I'm going to open the way," she said. "All pastors, come with me. We're going to do what we can to melt the stones deeper, aiming straight at their rotten hearts. ”

Arthur had heard enough, nodded, and raised his glittering sword. Above them, cracks in the spatial structure were slowly expanding, purple mist seeping in.

"Hello everyone!" Arthur shouted. "Today we are not fighting for Avalon, but for all of Midgard!" The forces of Ragnarok are facing us, but we will face them without fear! Because if we die, we'll dine at Valhalla!"

Except for Anne, almost everyone responded loudly.

However, to Gwen's horror, she coughed up black blood.

The ceiling trembled as Hagen summoned his ghostly steed. He activates his Perks, wrapping his mace around the ice and darkness. "[Sin's aura], [Frost Poison]."

The Durakhanids gathered their army in a huge mausoleum, in the ruins of the third layer. The underground vault is 300 meters long and 80 meters wide, high enough for a trapeze to enter; Three huge stone bridges span the entire length of the hall and are surrounded by pits full of graves. Undead, golems, goblins, elemental elements, and other monsters gather on each level, with the largest troops protecting the staircase leading downstairs.

Spirits freed from [Death Coach] invaded the ruins, either haunting the area like ghosts or possessing themselves in tombs. At the same time, steles hang behind the undead troops, each with a [Dark Soul] bound by the chieftain's scepter; The slime cauldron also keeps spawning more monsters, and the defenders will do whatever it takes.

Tears poured down to Helheim everywhere, and a nasty purple mist filled the dungeon, eroding the power of the living. When Hagen's forces are immune to its effects, their visibility decreases over time.

If their enemies wanted to reach Nastrom in time to interrupt the ceremony, they had no choice but to make their way through the area. The other tunnels were either abandoned, mine-struck, or too small to allow only a small force to pass through.

As for the dungeon, except for the Golem, Hagen had to evacuate all of them. The ritual has spread throughout the dungeon, threatening anyone trapped inside; The blood of the living is drained, and the souls of the undead are drawn from their flesh shells.

The ghost skewer emerged from the ceiling, and the ghost had returned from his scouting.

"So?" Hagen asked.

"They'll be there at any time." Gusterling said. "They bypassed level 2 with the [Lusestone] spell and went straight to level 3. They divided the army into two armies, one each led by the royal family. I think there are 400 in total, maybe less. ”

"The composition of the army? Average?"

"The first force is mainly warriors and thieves, and the second is more of a spellcaster and summoner; Most people seem to be in their 30s, with some elite in between. There are too many priests and judges for high-level scouting. ”

As Hagen had predicted, they would leave their wizard behind. Hagen guessed that the second force would continue to support itself with summons, and would only enter the fight prematurely when the first wave was threatened with slaughter.

While the royal army has terrain advantages and stronger magic, the number of undead far outnumber them. So far, the Durahans believe their odds are roughly equal.

"We're going to play attrition," Hagen said. "We don't need to win, we just delay them; The longer the battle lasts, the more disadvantageous it will be for them. skeletons and orcs on the left, the duke on the right; Ghost Strings, you, Ghost, and the Swarm, you move behind them and aim for the Commander. We put Linom in the back to protect the entrance to Nastrand as a last line of defense. If we hold that line, we'll win this game with ease. ”

"Easier said than done." The ghost replied. "One of their elites is Lancelot on the Lake"

"The 80-level boy?" It's bad. A warrior of this rank is worth an entire army.

"There's something wrong with him," Gusterin explained. "It's not just the level. I felt like my will was weakened in front of him, just as I might have been captivated if I had gotten too close to him. ”

Automatically [confusing] ghosts? But Hagen only knew that the classes with such power were the [Lords of Death] and ......

"No undead can approach Lancelot." Durahan commanded, unwilling to take the risk. "Not even our elite. Send some slime and golems to keep him busy. We can't kill him, but his priority is to protect the prince and princess. We can control him. ”

The Duke occupies the bridge on the right, commanding a group of dragons, zombies, and meat golems; When the orcs guarded the left bridge, their skin was covered in spell tattoos. Kuone and a group of elementals hold the central staircase and summon demons. The slime wriggled between the graves, craving for meat.

They arrived with a thud.

It is no exaggeration to say that they blew up the entrance to the mausoleum with spells and explosives, and then hordes of men and women poured in from the upper floors. [Archer] wielding a flaming bow, [Warm Mage] wielding an axe, [Heavy Knight] heavily armed, a sneaky thief armed with a sword and crossbow, and a singing bard...... Some helping inquisitors and priests help them, casting light spells to illuminate the mausoleum and provide visibility.

As soon as the soldiers stepped onto the bridge, they immediately triggered the trap set by Walter. Symbols appear below them, instantly killing or driving the weak-willed mad. Other runes unleashed fiery explosions that blew knights and archers into a blur of flesh and blood. The archers and spellcasters in Hagen's troops unleashed a barrage of spells and arrows, and the attackers retaliated with their own projectiles. The ghost string floats across the ground below to complete its mission.

The attackers, who survived the first trap, immediately seized the initiative and divided into three forces to capture the bridge.

The forces attacking the right bridge were ridiculously small compared to the others, but the shining armored knights at the helm exuded overwhelming power. Hagen recognized him as Lancelot of Long Lake, and every instinct in Durahan told him to avoid this knight as much as he avoided Sartre. Help the Inquisitors support him, apparently eager to slaughter the undead.

As for the central and largest army...... Prince Arthur himself leads, he is covered in blue plate armor, holding a shining sword in one hand and a shield in the other. He rode on the back of a white horse, and the knights supported him.

…

Cavalry, underground?

Hagen couldn't believe that the prince could be so arrogant. At least Dullaha

's mount is a phantom and is more maneuverable. Besides, the prince's horse itself resembles a supernatural creature, some kind of half-angel, shining unicorn......

"Close!" Prince Arthur commanded, and he rode at the helm, with heavily armed knights behind him. Immediately, the king's army tried to cross the bridge, and the bards sang to them; They screamed like madmen, and couldn't find anything better than a crowd attack.

These martyrs are all the same. Foolishly pursuing death, hoping for a reward after death. They would rather win accolades and threaten their team's chances of winning than follow effective strategies.

Disgusting.

Kuraken raised his hand. Winged demons, ghosts, and air elementals flew above the trenches and encircled from the side of the warriors on the bridge. They focused on throwing unarmed soldiers into the pit, where the greedy undead burrowed out of their graves. They quickly devour anyone unfortunate enough to fall into their hands and begin to crawl out.

However, to Kumagen's great shock, arrows and spells bounced back from the prince's skin like the wind blowing through the mountains. When the demon's spear tried to pierce his skin, his spear shattered, and his shining sword carved a strip of destruction in front of him. The invincible and unstoppable force slowly carved a path through the central bridge, and a savage woman wielding a cold axe followed him like a shadow.

As for Lancelot on the lake, he was even worse. Clad in armor and staggering like a whirlwind, he wielded the powerful two-handed Claymore Knife and swept through everything he passed. No tricks, no spells, no fancy moves. He's just strong.

In fact, Hagen could swear that he was punching him; If the royal knight had gone all out, he would have reached the other end of the bridge long ago, but he was in no trouble. Two powerful meat golems, one of which was created by the remains of the slain earthman Ryoma, are at war with him; Yet his sword sliced through their thick skin like butter.

For some reason, the undead avoided him. They did not turn to fight their own kind, but even when Lancelot came into their range, they did not attack him. Even Duke looked a little uneasy, giving up the opportunity to flank the royal knights and instead focus on his own guards, impaling one of the Inquisitors and blocking the staff of another. Unlike everyone else, the goblins obscured the bridge on the left, their rain of arrows and suppressive fire preventing attackers from gaining an inch of terrain.

"(called Black Hound)," Hagen said, and two hazy mastiffs appeared beside him. With his phantom horse riding in the air instead of stone, Durahan rushed forward to meet the invaders with his weapon. The ghost and [Dark Soul] follow him, a ghostly wild hunt ready to devour the living.

Kuone slapped a knight in the face and aimed at the prince.

He can't wait to be called the Kingkiller.

Judging by the noise, her brother was already engaged with the defenders.

From the shaking below, the ritual became more and more intense. Time is running out.

Gwen led a small force of twenty men through the narrow catacombs, her sword clutched anxiously. The princess made a royal mage become her, putting her in charge of the second wave; This will distract the undead and their soothsayers, while the princess and an elite army will bypass the battlefield through tunnels, interrupting the ritual directly.

In addition to the core team that raids the dungeon with her (replacing Walter with the more anxious Percy), she is supported by two Inquisitors, a Battlemage and an Elite Knight; Each of them held a torch and looked in the dark. She values quality more than quantity, and one elite unit will be aimed directly at Walter's throat while others keep his minions busy.

"You're all right?" Take

u whispered to Anne, so low that no one was listening; Or at least that's what he thinks.

"No," she replied. The witch is by far the most frustrated of the group. "I don't feel well......"

"You should stay." The archer replied bluntly. "You're weak."

Gwen would agree if they didn't need a fighter, and Annie is one of their best fighters.

"I can still kick your ass, stupid." The witch replied coldly. "It's not an illness, it's a thought...... she bit her lower lip.

"You don't have to do it yourself." The archer replied that he had protected her since they entered the dungeon. "I can help you. Cheer me up. ”

"I don't want to 'hurt' anyone, Wu Long. I just want a good ending. ”

She's too kind to the world. Still, Anne is a model of stability compared to Percy. "Why did you join?" Gwen asked the former squire, nervousness at every step.

"He killed Sir Sigurd, but then helped me," replied the young man, "and I ...... I know it's weird, but I don't think Mr. Tye is that bad. ”

"You don't think so, or do you not want to admit it?" Gwen asked sharply. In retrospect, she realizes that much of Walter's "help" was a manipulative tactic; Even saving her from that giant could have been a failed assassination.

"I think he's a good guy in a bad situation." Percy replied more firmly. "At least I'm willing to believe he is. I want to try to say it, even if ...... You think I'm stupid, Your Highness?"

"Nope." But they had already tried to talk once, but it ended in bloodshed.

The group finally exited the tunnel and entered a large dark stone slab supported by two rows of crimson pillars. The flickering of torches revealed the mosaics on the walls, and purple smoke seemed to seep from one end of the T-shaped hall and through the stones.

Inquisitors and Knights go first, activating their [Spell Purification] and defenses to clear the way. When they were sure that there were no undead in the area, they gestured to Gwen and the others. Madame Selt walked ahead, her gaze filled with grim determination, followed by the other spellcasters. Gwen and the archers ended the parade.

The princess remained vigilant, her eyes fixed on the wall that had been soaked in mist. "Where the energy of the undead comes from," a hell judge confirmed her thoughts. "I can feel it."

"Melt down the wall." Gwen orders the caster. "The necromancer must be right behind it."

"You know," Wu Long said thoughtfully, preparing his holy bow. "We've never found real stolen goods."

"Is that all you care about?" Percy snapped, not so much angry as disappointed, "Money-"

Blood fell on the ground next to Percy's head.

The shock left Gwen motionless for a moment, and the squire died beside her, his body magically reduced to dust. She hears Anne's screams and notices a clawed mummy emerging from the shadows. How did he sneak closer

The assassin's hands stabbed Gwen in the throat, and the killer moved as quickly as a panther.

She didn't have time to raise her sword; He had already pounced on her.

"Gwen!" Wu Wu walked in front of Gwen faster, pushed her to the back, turned his body into a shield, and prepared his bow.

Before the earthlings could shoot an arrow, the mummy grabbed him by the throat, pierced his jugular vein, and nearly beheaded. Wu Long fell on his back, bleeding in a matter of seconds.

However, he gave the team enough time to mobilize. Gwen raised her sword and fended off another claw attack, pushing the assassin back with a single stab, while Selt sprang into action to heal Wulong's wounds.

At the same time, a flock of white rats burrowed into the room through the hole in the hall and immediately surrounded the royal knight and burrowed into his armor. The warrior screamed and fell to the ground on his back, the greedy rodent devouring him alive.

A purple ghost, a ghost Gwen had seen more than once helping the undead, slipped out from under Anne and entered her body from behind before she could cast spells. Behind Gwen, the princess hears an explosion and a corpse is thrown against the wall.

pieces "Mo

ga

e !” Gwen shouted, her heart suddenly fearing for her half-sister's life, and she glanced in her direction.

Morni shot the battlemage in the back, hit him in the head with a fire charm, and pushed the body against a pillar. She immediately cast another spell on one of the Inquisitors, but was unable to bypass his [Spell Clear] protection.

This betrayal frightened Gwen, who thought she was possessed...... Until Morgan spoke.

"Kill the Inquisitor!" The witch ordered the rat swarm to eat the knights, and then surrounded Hale's priests. Then, her sister turned to face Gwen.

Sharp teeth erupted from her lips; Her skin turned deathly pale, her eyes were crimson, and her nails turned into black claws. She retains her beauty and deadly grace, but now looks more like a roaring beast than a person.

"What's wrong, Gwen?" The vampire monster with her half-sister's face smirks at the princess. "Didn't your amulet sting?"

A vampire.

How is it? She was walking in the sun a few hours ago! She was...

"It has always been," Gwen realized, horrified. "You've been with them all the time."

"Your Highness, follow me!" Mrs. Selt ordered, raising a shield of light, and took them and the dying Take

u surround up. She managed to stitch up the wound, but the archer lost so much blood that any blow could kill him.

"Your bastard sister is dead," "Morgan" mocks Gwen. "I took her flesh for myself, and she cried like a prostitute, and she rotted in Helheim for months. Now, Spock, capture the priestess alive. ”

Don't answer.

"Scared? The vampire repeated.

"God...... Came back......"

It took Gwen a second to recognize the person who was speaking.

"Can you speak?" The ghost attached to Anne spoke from her lips, half surprised, half worried.

"I ...... I did something......" the mummy called "Ghost" whispered, his hoarse voice full of malice. "I've done it...... Sweet and horrible thing......"

The undead hummed and laughed softly. He let out a pure, dark, blissful laugh and slowly circled the terrified Gwen, pretending to be predatory hunger. Its claws exude deadly energy, and in the reflection of its claws, the princess sees Percy's trapped soul.

"Your blood... I remember...... You...... and earthlings......" The mummified assassin's expression turned into a pure, unbridled hatred. "You killed me!"

The undead's claws slammed into Gwen's throat, slicing through Sirte's magical shield. The room was in chaos, with swords clashing.