Resurrected corpses...or, in other words, the past, dead, demon hunters of all generations.

In order to strictly control the spread of erosion, the Silver Bolt was implanted into the body of the witcher to track the witcher's location, and like a bomb, it was always alert to the boiling of the secret blood, melting it down when necessary, and destroying the out-of-control monsters.

The witcher kills.

This is a complete enough setting, but people still don't feel safe. For this reason, they also regard the Well of Ascension as the final destination of demon hunters. All the dead will eventually be thrown into it and become one with the darkness.

Draw the power of the secret blood from the Well of Ascension and return it after death.

The Well of Ascension was not only a prison set by the Keepers of the Secret for the Unspeakable, but also became the final cemetery of the demon hunters many years later.

Now, the demon hunters who should have been sleeping in peace have come to life again, turned into crazy soul-resurrected corpses, controlled by the unspeakable, and entered the battlefield.

Affected by the Unspeakable One, these corpses have not corrupted for thousands of years, but are connected to the huge mass of flesh and blood. Under the pale skin, faint cyan blood vessels can be seen.

, as if these people had just died.

The secret blood boils in the body, activating the dormant body again. With the blessing of this power, the dead corpses even give people the illusion of being alive...

No, in fact they are alive, their flesh and blood are constantly squirming and multiplying, their bodies are still there, but their consciousness has long been annihilated in the long years.

The zombies were dressed in ancient clothing. The Unspeakable protected their bodies, but failed to protect the clothes, and the same was true for the broken nailed swords.

But looking at these guys, Lorenzo still had a strange illusion, as if time was intertwined here, the past and the present were connected, and Lorenzo was wielding his sword at his predecessors after thousands of years.

This feeling is neither good nor bad, it just makes people unable to help but sigh how long it all takes.

From that forgotten history, the war continues to this day.

Fortunately, it's all over soon, whether you win or lose.

Thinking like this, the surroundings were shaking violently, and earthquake-like tremors kept coming, interrupting Lorenzo's thoughts.

Fiery air waves kept coming from the front, hitting Lorenzo. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been overturned by the impact. Looking up, Lorenzo could only see the flash of light in the strong light.

The moving figure could be vaguely heard, and the sound of metal tearing flesh could be vaguely heard, and then the smell of blood filled the tip of his nose.

"They also have power!"

Lorenzo followed closely behind Lawrence and reminded him loudly, but it seemed that Lawrence ignored him.

Thinking about it, he is absolutely strong. Whether the enemy has power or not, for Lawrence, the difference is just one more slash or two more slashes.

Corpses littered the fields and blood flowed all over the ground. What was even more frightening was that Lawrence was not alone, but the Lawrences were slashing and killing the returning corpses that kept pouring out.

"His army has come so far, are these the only ones left?"

Lorenzo was not in a hurry to join the battlefield. Lawrence was always strong anyway, so there was no problem in letting him open the way first.

[I don’t know...but I think it’s more likely that the legion was lost outside.]

Watson's voice rang in my mind.

The flame bearer is a big guy, with blazing white fireworks burning on the jagged steel. Compared with those soul-resurrected corpses, it looks more like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Why?" Lorenzo asked puzzled.

[He is very familiar with these things, at least far more familiar than us.]

In Watson's eyes, Lawrence is simply a superb butcher. These resurrected demon hunters pose no threat to him. He seems to have seen through all the opponent's moves and easily resolves fatal attacks.

, then drew his sword and cut off the opponent's head, as if Lawrence had killed hundreds of monsters like these before encountering these monsters.

"Did the legions push all the way across from the ground?"

Lorenzo marveled, and then he remembered the difference in the two men's charging methods.

With the assistance of the Voyage to Dawn, Lorenzo overcame all the obstacles on the surface and arrived here easily. However, Lawrence did not have such assistance. He could only push all the way from the surface and spread the flames of war until he reached the end.

【It looks like this.】

Before the sound could be heard, the flame bearer suddenly turned around and set off a gust of howling wind. The iron feathers scraped against each other, emitting a harsh buzz.

The moment the Flame Bearer took action, Lorenzo also swung his nail sword. Although the two of them seemed to be chatting leisurely, their vigilance never dropped by half. Rather than watching Lawrence clear the way, they were more like protecting him.

Lawrence was protected from enemy surprise.

"coming!"

Lorenzo shouted, and in an instant, the hot blood swallowed Lorenzo and the flame bearer like a torrential rain.

The soul-resurrecting corpse is just a feint attack. The real threat is this huge monster that blends into the building.

The surrounding buildings that should have been solid softened, and scarlet tentacles swayed, covered with tiny, pale teeth. They had been planning for a long time and attacked from all directions. For a moment, only red was left in the field of vision.

The moment they launched their attack, Lorenzo and the Flame Bearer's counterattack also began.

The body of steel didn't care about the violent attack of the tentacles. The Iron Feathers who fought back were like thousands of passing swords, cutting countless tentacles into pieces, but there was also a frightening scene.

This happens.

The sections of the tentacles squirmed violently. They were divided into two, and then divided into four. They turned into more fine tentacles and wrapped around the iron feather. They struggled to pull it, but soon the white fireworks rose.

, it will burn them all, but its powerful regeneration ability will make threats follow closely behind.

"To round things off, do we count as being in the mouth of this monster?"

Lorenzo cut off the tentacles rising from the ground with a sword, kicked his feet hard, and shook off the red threads that had been wrapped around his legs.

【If you are willing to use your fantastic ideas to break the situation, I will be very happy.】

While Watson was speaking, the flame bearer grabbed Lorenzo, shot the hook forward, and moved quickly. As the two left, the deep and empty corridor began to collapse one by one. To be precise, it "closed"

”.

Just like what Lorenzo described, inside this building, they were as if they were in the mouth of a monster. Now it was chewing vigorously, trying to completely crush these little bugs that had sneaked into its body.

The space for movement is being squeezed rapidly. Lorenzo may have the power to cut off everything, but only if he has the space to swing his sword.

"Get out of the way! Lawrence!"

Lorenzo yelled at the fighting figures ahead.

"which one!"

Lawrence responded. At this moment, there were more than a dozen Lawrences fighting with the zombies, and it was not clear which one Lorenzo was calling.

Hearing such a response, Lorenzo felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity for a moment, but feeling the bursts of blood coming from behind and the rapid collapse sound, he felt that this was nothing more than that.

After all, no matter how absurd it is, it can't be more absurd than this living building.

"The one at the front!"

Lorenzo shouted, and Lawrence, who was at the front of the battlefield, also jumped up at this moment and separated from the returning corpse that was fighting with him.

The soul-resurrection corpse was covered in dense iron armor, but under Lawrence's fierce attack, the armor on the chest was split open, revealing a huge blood mark.

The flame bearer threw dense iron feathers. To the flame bearer, these steel feathers were like feathers. Compared to the human body, they were like sharp swords one after another. They came through the air and slashed along the path of Lawrence.

The gap opened hit it and protruded from the back. The huge force carried by it pushed the soul-returning corpse, causing it to fall backward uncontrollably.

"Quick! Open the road!" Lawrence shouted, "The lower part of the Stasis Temple is the barrier of holy silver. These flesh and blood cannot be assimilated there, and that will be our last foothold."

"You don't need to tell me, I know it!"

Lorenzo lost his previous mentality of watching a show and held two swords, slashing the soul-returning corpses along the way.

Most of the soul-resurrected corpses were no match for him. Before the extreme heat broke out, Lorenzo cut off his head. The blurry illusion could not hinder him in the slightest, because he had never faced these monsters.

As for the immortal flesh and blood, this is easier to deal with. The flame bearer tore their bodies into several pieces and then threw them high. No matter how powerful the immortal power is, it will take time to heal, and before it is healed,

Lorenzo had advanced too far.

The only obstacle was the solid iron armor. Lorenzo often had to hit a position several times before he could completely defeat it.

"Are these things indestructible?"

Lorenzo cursed angrily. As he advanced, more and more soul-returning corpses appeared, which was almost endless.

"Do you think that in the history of the Demon Hunting Order, very few demon hunters have died? Their corpses have long been piled up in the Well of Ascension!"

Lawrence responded, as a former dean, he has a strong say on this point.

"In an era when demons are rampant, demon hunters are just worn-out weapons. The demon hunting cult throws a large number of corpses into the well every day. Only with such sacrifices can we take back the rational world from the hands of demons.

"

While he was talking, several more mottled nail swords were stabbed at him. They caught Lawrence's slashing gap, and this time he was unprepared.

However, the expected penetration did not occur. Instead, there were a few crisp iron cries, and then the mottled nail sword broke.

Dark and dense iron armor enveloped Lawrence. He was infinitely close to the end of sublimation and held many powers. These sword strikes had no impact on him at all, leaving only shallow scratches and flashes.

Passing fire.

"I'm not here for a history lesson!"

Another dark figure crossed Lawrence's head. After Watson's repeated warnings, Lorenzo rarely used the power of sublimation, so his strength was undoubtedly far inferior to Lawrence, so he put on his clothes early in the morning.

Iron armor on.

The entrenched steel has sharp corners, and they are like thorns, entangled around Lorenzo's body, serving as both a restraint and a protection.

The two swords were crossed like scissors, cutting off a head. Lorenzo did not forget to raise his foot and kick hard, kicking the severed head towards another soul-resurrection corpse, hitting its head.
To be continued...