our family is gone

Chapter 713 Self-rescue
What do ordinary people think of the increasingly dense dark clouds?
"Captain, it feels like it's going to rain heavily soon." A mercenary looked at the dark clouds above his head that were becoming increasingly thicker, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Will that affect our actions? What should we do? Should we just withdraw?"

"It's just raining, what's the big deal?"

The mercenaries had different attitudes towards this, some were worried, while others were very calm. After all, they were outside and had experienced heavy rain before. There were so many buildings here that they could take shelter from the rain easily. Moreover, with the protection of the buildings, they could also survive the attacks of the skeletons in the dark.

While others were still arguing, Scorpion, as the leader, did not speak because he discovered something.

"Did you notice? There's something wrong with those rats."

After hearing this, the mercenaries also noticed the rustling sounds around them, but the mercenary didn't think anything of it.

"What's so strange about this? There are only skeletons and rats here."

"Besides, these guys are not afraid of people at all. It is common for them to come out during the day."

"But you see they look like they are afraid of something."

It’s not that the scorpion could really see through the mice’s psychology. Before, the mice were staring at people, but now they didn’t care about people at all and tried their best to run away.

"Go! Get out of here quickly."

The scorpion observed the mice active in the dark and quickly made a decision. Since they would have to go back when the supplies ran out anyway, they might as well evacuate immediately!
Simply put, those in the first echelon who have the ability to rush into the depths of the ruins all have some means, some of them are like scorpions who have sensed the abnormality of the environment, or it is not surprising that they have some extraordinary means of early warning.

But compared to a decisive withdrawal, some people did not have the courage to do so. Of course, it could also be said that the smooth operation in the ruins some time ago paralyzed them.

Let them believe that the buildings in the ruins can help them survive this "rainstorm" and that everything will be over by dawn.

Some people even think that it is at this time that they can take the initiative, such as those in the second echelon. They feel that as long as they stay and hold on, they will have more advantages than most people.

It's just a little bit of wind and rain...

The teams active in the ruins are scattered everywhere, and of course they are probably behind the first echelon. After all, they are not here to clear the way.

In a certain team, William squatted down and continued to soothe the restless hound Figus, while issuing warnings to his teammates.

"My girl was very disturbed and told me that danger was coming."

In another team, Laura looked up at the falcon circling in the sky and warned her companions.

"There's a weird smell coming from the wind. We shouldn't stay."

The unusual weather also alarmed other teams. For them, such long-term missions all had contingency plans. When uncontrollable factors emerged, the first priority was to save themselves, so everyone retreated simply.

However, the darkness came faster than anyone expected. The haziness at the beginning gradually condensed into a thick black fog, which instantly blocked the sun's rays and plunged the entire ruins into darkness.

What’s even more terrifying is that the strange power is even continuously spreading outwards, with no sign of stopping at all, as if it is going to drag this world into darkness.

Even the dumbest adventurers or scavengers on the periphery could sense that something was wrong. The mobilized troops, the charging horses... everything was reminding them that danger was coming.

In particular, some people have experienced the tragedy that happened before because of the Forbidden Legion, and the traces of being massacred by the skeletons are still there.

Fortunately, the number of skeletons on the periphery has been reduced a lot due to multiple clearances during this period, and no casualties occurred as soon as dark.

However, a large number of adventurers running back will be a shock to the town, and it is inevitable that some of them have malicious intentions.

Not to mention that some of the forces suppressed by Lance have come to the town. Will they give up this opportunity?

I don’t know, but the darkness blocked the sun, and the skeleton became more brutal, and its hatred for the living became more intense.

Not to mention that in the ruins, there are literally millions of skeletons, especially in the central area where the density is even more exaggerated than in the periphery.

The skeletons that should now be hiding in the shadows of the surrounding buildings rushed out wildly, and any living thing would become the target of their attack.

Even the Scorpion Mercenaries who began to retreat immediately were attacked. The bones that could be chopped off in one or two hits or shattered by a hammer were much tougher.

It doesn't need to be a lot, just a little bit, which means more physical strength is needed. Multiplying it by the countless base number of skeletons, it is a terrifying force that can overwhelm them.

They all knew that they could not be held back and had to break out before the skeletons were fully deployed, otherwise more and more would gather around them.

Alhazred was right. The teams that went deep into the enemy's territory were scattered and if they did not gather together in an accurate direction, they would be like a pile of loose sand. They would easily be divided up by the skeletons and then consumed to death.

Even the mendicant monks and candlelight priests were no exception and soon became deeply trapped in the skeleton.

But the title of legendary spellcaster is no joke. Apart from people like Lance who are immune to spells, no one in the empire can defeat him.

Although the Candlelight Priest has not reached the legendary level, he is also the champion of the church, and his specialties just make up for the weaknesses of the monks, or the common problems of spellcasters.

Once the guarding ceremony begins, you and the priest are like conjoined twins. You are not facing one, but two complementary strong men. Even Lance has to knock out the priest first before he can hurt the monk.

Nowadays, the holy power is simply a natural nemesis when facing those evil things. The light emitted by the staff raised high is like a lawn mower, sweeping over the skeletons, causing them to burst into flames as if they were spontaneously combusting, and then fall apart piece by piece.

"That evil is worth fighting!"

As he shouted, he pushed forward the shield to block the scratches of the skeletons, and swung the hammer surrounded by holy light to easily destroy the bodies of the skeletons.

The Candlelight Priest seemed a little excited. Now those skeletons seemed to have been strengthened in some way, becoming more ferocious and more powerful. However, the powerful evil did not knock him down, but made him even more fanatical.

To cleanse all evil!
The mendicant monk was not so optimistic. Although it looked like mowing the grass, he knew the actual situation well.

Casting spells consumes energy, and he found it difficult to recover as darkness shrouded the ruins. If he dragged on, he would most likely be beaten to death by the skeletons with sticks, which would be hilarious.

And at this moment they heard the sharp whistle piercing the air. Brother Martin was very familiar with this, and only Hamlet's people liked it.

Although he didn't understand what the whistle meant, he made a very strange move and actually moved towards that direction.

Not only did they get into trouble, but almost everyone in the ruins fell into the crazy attack of the skeletons.

Naturally, Hamlet's team wanted to gather together. Here, the disadvantage of the whistle was that the propagation range was too small, especially in a complex environment like the ruins.

William can use the dog to find the location of Hamlet's other teams, and Laura's falcon can also mark her own location by taking off, but these methods are still too poor compared to so many teams.

He could only break through while blowing the whistle, but he didn't attract his teammates, but attracted many mercenaries around him.

If there is anyone they can trust here, it is only the people of Hamlet who they have always ridiculed as old-fashioned and rigid and who tried to maintain order in the ruins.

In a chaotic situation, the first thing they think of is to get close to it, so it is conceivable that they have some degree of recognition and even dependence.

Scorpion and his men also heard the whistle during the breakout and immediately moved closer, believing that those Hamlet people would definitely find a way to escape from here.

That’s right, Brother Martin thought so too. Regardless of anything else, the chances of survival would be greater if he followed those people.

As for him, he hated Hamlet's lord and did not like Hamlet's abandonment of the glory of the church, but at his age, he did not care much about these face-saving issues.

A great figure in the church who was praised as a "martyr", and whose sect emphasized poverty and asceticism, could be so flexible. It was really...

"Back off! Evil creatures!"

The mendicant monk raised his staff high, and a holy light fell and ignited the skeletons. You know, he didn't shout slogans before, but he shouted now naturally to highlight the existence of the church.

But no one cared about these. Everyone was trapped in the siege of those skeletons and could only rely on the buildings for defense. The appearance of the church duo undoubtedly temporarily solved the dilemma of the royal guard.

No one would be stupid enough to reject such a strong person, especially in this situation.

Especially the mercenary group that also gathered there. They were happier to see Martin than to see their own father.

During this period, he also treated many people and re-established the reputation of Martin, the legendary martyr of the church. Under the praises of those believers, no one still remembered the days of his downfall. Instead, everyone, whether believers or not, would flatter him.

After all, who doesn’t want to mess with a big shot? At the same time, there will be a day when you will need treatment. I didn’t expect that day to come so soon.

"It's Brother Martin. Are we saved?"

"Oh! Thank the Holy Light. It must be the guidance of the Holy Light."

"..."

All the random words gave Martin a headache. Although he didn't like these mercenaries very much, he still raised his hand to signal them.

However, his attention was mainly focused on Hamlet's team.

"What do we do now?"

Brother Martin still has a sense of the overall situation, otherwise if someone else came up and spoke, he would definitely ask what exactly happened in the ruins.

This is a topic that cannot be discussed at all because they don’t know either.

In fact, no matter how you answer this question, it will direct hatred towards Hamlet. If it were in the outside world, Martin would be happy to do so, but now he is also in the game, and it will not benefit them if things get messy.

No matter what the situation is, we have to leave here alive before we can talk.

Hamlet's team was also a little embarrassed about this question and didn't know what to say.

"This is not just rain or darkness. If you want to survive, you must find a way to break out. Staying here is a dead end."

But Martin was not satisfied with this, who knows? Do you need to tell me? What I want to know is whether Hamlet has any way to escape.

I can only emphasize again, "I'm asking how to get out of here!"

"There is only one way out."

Hamlet's team's answer was honest, but not everyone could accept it.

After all, the mercenaries who could walk here still had some common sense and spoke up to intervene.

"If we were on the periphery, we could still charge in, but we are too deep in the enemy's territory. We are surrounded by skeletons everywhere. With so few people, the safest way is to rely on building defense and wait for rescue."

Martin made up his mind without even a minute's hesitation.

"You are familiar with the situation here. Which route should we take?"

This statement directly explained the choices made by both of them, leaving the mercenaries speechless, but neither side paid attention to their opinions.

"With our limited number of people, any of the options we take will lead to a dead end, unless we can gather everyone's strength, which requires a reverse attack."

"What do you mean?"

“In fact, most of the development of the ruins is on the periphery, and at this stage, the ones deep inside are all targeting the wealthy areas. Although different routes have been planned, they are basically the distance from the town to the church.

It is certain that there are still many teams trapped around, but they are being divided without a clear goal. We need to find a way to gather them together, and we also need to go to pick them up. "

The commander of this garrison is Barrett, and any sniper must be calm enough.

The plan he proposed was somewhat shocking. Instead of breaking out as quickly as possible, he turned back to gather other teams, including the personal guards and of course mercenaries. All those who could come here were good players.

"We were originally planning to meet up with another team with falcons. With them, we have eyes. This plan would be difficult if we relied on our own strength, but Mr. Martin might be able to help us."

"What do you want us to do?" Martin knew this was crazy, but he had no choice now.

"I heard you can create flashes, tell them we are here and we need them to break through to us, that will reduce the pressure on us."

Barrett said as he sorted out his equipment. He was a sniper, but that didn't mean his close combat ability was poor. On the contrary, those who were selected to join the Royal Guard were the best.

His bayonet had crushed countless cultists' heads, and here too, his rifle butt had smashed countless skulls. The SS were not afraid of fighting because they were the best!

While the outside world was preparing to rescue them, the team that had fallen into the ruins did not sit there and wait for death. They were also actively trying to save themselves, but their plan was crazy...