Leaving the entrance to the cavern scorched by the fire, the group stepped into what looked like a rest stop. Mostly due to the erosion of the water above, the ground here is damp, and the makeshift tents that used to be made of wood and tarpaulin have now collapsed.

The group was supposed to move on as fast as they could, but something reflected in the tarp that had collapsed under the light of the torches caught their attention.

When the tarp was lifted, three weapons that had been soaked in water for centuries but still shining as new came into view.

Two battle axes decorated with gold and a plain dark silver war spear are very different from the weapon style of Crescent Continent, leaning towards the Rigalese style, and at first glance it is clear that they are made by dwarves. Apparently they followed the dwarven traditions when it came to fighting, even though their clothing and food were close to the locals—or maybe they weren't really for their own use—in short: the two axes, one large and one small, were about a meter and a half, and they seemed to be made of Mithril, but they were discarded to the ground at will. There was no trace of battle damage, more like it was forgotten here in a hasty evacuation.

No one who came from a warrior could take his eyes off it, and they could see at a glance the beauty of these weapons. But the strange thing is that when Yajiro tries to pick them up from the ground, he finds that they are as if they are glued to the rocky surface.

Thinking that his strength was not strong enough, the little young master made the tall and tall young man on the side come over, but the nearly one-meter-nine tall Kaleva blushed and couldn't pull it up with all his strength, and finally because of the slippery hand, he sat on the ground and "clicked", as if he had touched something.

The group that had been somewhat relaxed immediately became vigilant, Yajiro pulled up the Kaleva, while the others took up their weapons, raised their torches, and began to look around, but after looking around for a moment, the mechanism also seemed to be ineffective due to disrepair.

Henry, who had now regained his night vision slightly, sensed something, and went up and slammed Kramer's counterweight ball against the dusty and jammed mechanism on the wall. As the outer rock shattered, the mechanism rotated, and the top of the cave several meters high "clicked" and first fell a cloud of dirt and smashed it on the ground, and then a section of rope ladder rolled up unfolded, but at the same time, it broke directly due to corruption, and smashed to the ground with a "pop!"

A swarm of termites crawled out of the rotten wood, and the fat and bloated queen ant struggled and wriggled restlessly as she was exposed to the ground after losing the protection of the rotten wood. Above, the faint moonlight cast through the long weeds illuminated the ground, apparently a hidden vertical exit.

"It's good to get out of here, if we find a way to climb up here. Miss Luo An sighed. The vertical wall rope ladder several meters high had been broken, and it was almost impossible to climb with bare hands—no, maybe one could do it—Miss Roan looked at her teacher—but it was still very difficult for others.

Fortunately, they still had the hemp rope they had prepared, but the group was still thinking about whether to fix the time to ensure the exit and retreat now, and the unsettling sound appeared in the cave again.

The unbearable stench appeared with the sound of wings flapping, and a whole group of more than a dozen large and agile bats made a "squeak" sound from above, and Lulu, who reacted immediately, quickly and accurately hit one head with the improved slingling at hand, but the moment it let out a "squeak" and landed on the ground, the entire bat group seemed to be angered.

"Get down!" Like a whirlwind with a fishy smell, the bats struck the group. Henry shouted and waved his torch to disperse, while the others next to him lay down and knocked down Old Joe, who was a beat slower, and at the same time, Caleva showed little enough alertness to raise the oak door that served as a shield when he faced it.

The sound of "knock ——!" was heard on the surface of the shield, and the whole crouching Galeva leaned the oak shield to block the bat's lunge, but there was nothing too good for the group of small, nimble flying creatures. All they could do was to bow down and use torches to intimidate the annoying, filthy creatures.

The screeching bat pulled up and regrouped into the air, and Lulu below couldn't use the slingling because she was lying down, so she pulled out the slingshot she had made at some point and tried to attack again, but this time it didn't hit.

The bat, which had been injured on one of its wings, struggled on the ground and opened its fanged mouth still trying to get close to the group, and Henry went up directly and trampled it to death with a "snap". Then he wiped the viscous blood stain from the soles of his boots on the stone floor next to him, and looked at the black liquid with a slight silence.

"Retreat to the three weapons. The sage made this decision as soon as he saw the black liquid, he said, and the others did it at once, though they didn't understand the reason.

"Idiot, you stand up first and hold your shield. The girl of Luoan gave the order to Kaleva unceremoniously, and the stunned Qing obediently raised her shield to block the back. Immediately after that, the others got up one after another.

"Let's go!" the rest of the group quickly approached the three weapons on the ground that could not be picked up.

"Squeak ——!" The group of bats that kept screaming pulled to the top of the cave, and swooped down on them the moment they noticed the movement of the people, but just as they were about to rush above them, the dwarven weapons on the ground suddenly emitted a light and "——!bang" over the closer humans, and only shook the bats in mid-air to scatter.

"Kaleva, raise your shield above your head. Heng told the young man what to do in his usual steady voice, and he closed his eyes for a moment and did so.

"Phew——!," the sage swung a sword at the bat that had been disrupted by the impact, as if it was in a disorder in the air current, and could only desperately flap its wings to maintain its posture, and then twisted his hands and swung another sword.

Three swords in a row in a second, covering as many targets as possible in the tracks cut by the greatsword with his amazing eyesight and ability to capture targets - he doesn't pursue the efficient killing of hitting the torso, because just touching the wings is enough to incapacitate these foul-smelling little things.

In just a split second, only a few of the dozen bats remained, and the splatters of black bodily fluids were intercepted by the oak shield held aloft by Kaleva, and did not touch the human body. The bats that fell to the ground still tried to move, but for some reason they couldn't get close to the group.

Henry brandished his torches, and the last remaining bats quickly rose to a place he couldn't reach, and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

"Disgusting. The badly injured bat, still squeaking, was quickly killed by the rest of the men by various means, and gasping for breath and in a cold sweat, they once again looked at the dwarven weapons on the ground, and then at the sage, apparently hoping for an explanation.

"It's a dwarven rune weapon, and in short, it's attached to some kind of magic. The unfit cannot lift them, and the filthy will be repelled by the runes on the weapon. He walked over and checked it with a torch.

"The runes are almost out of number, and they're old enough. "The glow and overall workmanship of the weapon fascinated the combat professionals present, but the weapons made by the dwarves seemed to have some kind of restriction that only the dwarves could hold. As a result, this place could only be used as a relatively safe base for them, and they didn't seem to be the first people to arrive here, Henry's recovering night vision near the rune weapon made him notice something, and he stepped forward to further open the collapsed tent, and found several scarred and human warrior remains below.

The delicate armor of three centuries ago was littered with scars, and these scars were clearly not human, as they were all claw marks and bite marks. One of them also had a large and terrifying wound - a nearly 1 millimeter thick layered metal cuirass cut through a mouth the size of a human head, and the ribs inside were broken and pierced from the back.

The anti-rust paint of the steel plates, twisted and deformed like flowers, has been peeled off, but the interior of the cave without sunlight still retains its vivid color despite the centuries of age.

"Sakura-chan. Narumi held his breath as he saw what the armor looked like—the tethers connecting the armor pieces on the huge shoulder armor on either side of the samurai's dead corpse, which had retained its color in a closed environment, were called "wei" in Japanese-language terms, and "Sakura" referred to the countless tiny cherry blossom patterns printed on these tethers.

Sakura is the national flower of the crescent moon, and although it is not uncommon for women to be named Sakura, it has been symbolized by the sakura as an all-male class and among the warrior class for thousands of years.

Only the Genji family, who was demoted from the imperial family to the feudal king.

In other words, what they found in such a cave in the hinterland of Zhangzhou was the remains of the supreme ruler of the distant domain.

And that may not be all, as the group looked a little closer, and the corpse of the vassal king also held a broken knife in its hand, which was not rusted despite being submerged in water, and had some characters on it that clearly did not belong to the Japanese language.

"It's also a rune weapon. Henry made a judgment in a smooth tone.

"This is not a force from the He Clan to crusade against the Earth Spiders, they are on the same front. Aya looked left and right, then kept handwriting on the notepad. There were enough details for anyone to conclude that the moonlight shone faintly through the grass at the top of the hill on the ground inside the cavern. The deeper you go, the more you see, the more scary you see—although at first glance there are only a few remains of samurai, including the one at the entrance of the cave, all of them are well-equipped, and there is even a vassal king.

In the Japanese-warrior culture, which was known for its loyalty, a feudal king, or at least a direct member of the feudal king's lineage, died here.

It is also unimaginable how much the retinue samurai troops under his command will consume.

Add to that the fact that there are so many gold and mythril mines, and even the precious runic weapons that have been left behind - the battles that took place here hundreds of years ago may have been far greater in scale and ferocity than anyone present could have imagined.

Silence pervades the ranks, and the weapons and bones left behind make people feel a little scared of the hostile forces within—but the question arises, if the enemies encountered in this cavern are enough to destroy the mighty vassal army, why are they so far facing a threat that can handle the size of a small team?

The answer to this question may be simple.

Whatever that enemy is, it must have been a big wound, and it may not have recovered yet.

Just when they are trying to convince themselves with such thoughts.

Henry silently pulled Mira behind him with his hand, and then took Kramer a few steps forward.

"Click-click-" The sound of metal swaying sounded, and immediately afterward, under the iron blue faces of most people, a large group of samurai undead with shattered armor walked out of the darkness ahead.

"O Buddha in the sky—"