our family is gone

It was impossible for such a large-scale team movement to go unnoticed, but Barristan and the others immediately noticed that they were working on their own.

He had a deep understanding of this situation, and the painful lesson of the team's failure due to lack of correct command made it difficult for him to tolerate such chaos.

"Oh, damn! You guys look like Mrs. Mary's apple pie next door, you're falling apart without the skeletons.

Hurry! If you want to get out alive, you have to listen to me and gather your strength..."

Barristan took over the command and made adjustments as quickly as possible, and the team configurations were indeed more reasonable.

Because during the advance just now, the Royal Guards rescued many people. Although they may have just given a helping hand, they were lifesavers in that situation, so they were willing to obey orders in the face of disaster.

Those with strong attack power go to the front, while those with armor stay behind. In this situation, the most dangerous person is not the one leading the way in front, but the one at the tail, who can easily fall behind and be dragged into the skeletons.

At the same time, whether in the front or at the back, human physical strength is limited, and replacement must be done. The outer circle and the inner circle need to rotate, instead of wanting to shrink in and push others out as before.

After Barristan split up the adventurers, he took the initiative to lead a group of fully armored guards behind, winning the respect of those adventurers.

In fact, Disma probably guessed that Barristan made this choice because he felt that those adventurers were unable to complete the task.

But at this moment, he didn't care about these things. Even he had to swing the hammer in each hand to break the skeleton claws that were stretched out.

Effective command improved the team's chaos and allowed it to burst out with greater strength. Everything was good. Although it was unknown how long it had been dark, at least they had responded.

Unfortunately, some things are beyond their control, such as the speed at which Lance advances in the dungeon.

When the second Iron Crown Altar was activated by the Hand of Praise, an aura even more terrifying than before was released.

A thin blood mist spread from nowhere and began to affect everything around it.

The already dim environment becomes even more blurry. People's fear lies in the unknown. When darkness and blood mist cover it, the pressure alone may cause these adventurers to collapse.

What's even more troublesome is that they are now walking in the streets, using buildings to divide those skeletons to reduce the pressure the team faces, but now it's no longer possible.

Because the blood mist will block the evacuation signal, blocking their communication with the outside world, and will also cause them to lose the reference points that serve as their action targets, and get lost in the ruins, which is a very scary thing.

I'm afraid Lance below didn't expect that his rush to advance against time would actually cause a crisis to the situation above.

"Hurry! We must get back to the main road before it is completely blocked. We can't delay any longer."

"We have to hurry up, unless you want to die here and turn into skeletons."

Compared to the guards who were charging forward with all their might, the adventurers could not help but fall into fear.

"Damn it, where is the agreed evacuation point? Are you guys lying to us?"

"No, I don't want to die here."

"Has the Holy Light also abandoned us..."

The church duo had also experienced brutal battles, but they did not panic. They continued to cast their magic steadily, and the skeletons fell apart one by one under the chain lightning-like strikes.

But he couldn't help but hear the adventurers howling here, and Martin's face looked a little ugly.

What do you mean by that? Don't fucking talk about it and bring up the Holy Light.

I am really impressed by these fragile guys. How did they survive the adventure?
In this situation, Martin realized that he could no longer resort to small-scale warfare, and he did not care about the consumption issue. He did not hesitate to use more powerful magic.

The candle flame on the powerful staff called [Martyr's Halo] expanded a little, and a large amount of holy light swept over the skeletons.

But only Martin himself felt something was wrong. Was his power suppressed? Or were the skeletons getting stronger?
In the past, we could ignite it directly, but now it is difficult to force it back.

I wanted to show off my skills, but I missed a big one.

But no one cares about this now. The reputation that the church has built up over the years has come into play, and the light still brings a glimmer of hope that inspires those adventurers.

"What's that noise?"

Barristan, who was guarding behind, swung his shield to knock away a skeleton and swung his Morningstar Hammer to smash the head of another.

However, he also noticed some strange situations. Just as he said that, there was a turbulence in the thin blood mist, until something suddenly broke out.

What no one expected was that the legion that had disappeared for a long time actually appeared.

However, the current legion is definitely not as mighty and majestic as it was at the beginning. The equipment on their bodies has been damaged to varying degrees, and no one knows what they have been through.

But Barristan knew that no matter what the situation was, the powerful force of the Legion would be everyone's chance of escape.

"This way!"

Barristan had to let out a roaring cry to attract attention amid the chaos.

And the legion actually responded and moved closer. It seemed that they also discovered the signal of the evacuation point and were attracted here.

The addition of the Legion undoubtedly greatly strengthened the team's strength, because even the damaged Legion still maintained a very high state, without any complaints of fear or fatigue.

Although teamwork is somewhat incompatible, this problem is not a big deal considering its strength. Barristan would rather partner with these legions than cooperate with those adventurers.

Rushing out of the street and back to the main road, however, this was when the real despair began, because those skeletons also liked open places. Now that they had lost the cover of the buildings, they had only one way out.

On the other side, Leonard fired several flares in succession and received a response from the light column and the information from the falcon. Both sides agreed on a retreat plan.

Then he led his men back to the main road, where they could see some people evacuating while some cavalry were fighting against the skeletons.

"Go! Get out of here!"

"Go this way."

Fortunately, this is the periphery, and except for some special locations, the number of skeletons has not had time to spread over, so their actions did not encounter too much resistance.

The main thing was that the adventurers ran very fast without any need to be urged, and soon the road was cleared.

Although the situation was difficult, we had a direction to work towards.

It was at this moment that the second altar was activated, a faint blood mist began to spread, and after the last beam of light rose up, it completely blocked the vision, and the positions of both parties were directly lost.

This situation also made Leonard worried for a while.

They are not fully armored heavy cavalry, but lightly armored lancers, armed with musket-like guns and sabers as their secondary weapons. This configuration focuses on mobility and has limited offensive capabilities.

That's why Leonard chose to let someone lead the skeletons away instead of charging directly.

At the same time, this mobility requires movement, so vision and reconnaissance are very important. It was already difficult under the cover of darkness, and now that the red fog is everywhere, the biggest advantage has been completely lost. If you want to go up, you can only charge headfirst.

Their muskets had little effect on skeletons, which meant they could only rely on cold weapons to fight their way out. Reynard's pressure increased sharply. He wanted to save people, but that didn't mean he had to let the cavalry take risks and die. This was a very tangled problem.

The deputy at the side urged, "Sir! Their situation is more difficult than ours. We can't hesitate any longer. There will only be more and more skeletons."

"We're ready."

"Our cavalry is definitely not weaker than others."

"Just some bones."

Reynald looked back at the cavalrymen who had gathered. They all looked relaxed, but he could feel that their faith was extremely firm.

There was no need to hesitate at this moment. He immediately drew out his sword, raised it high and roared forward.

"Cavalry Company, attack!"

After saying this, he spurred his horse into a trot and gradually rushed forward, while the others also drew their sabers and started running after him.

"For Hamlet!"

Compared with the cavalry battles involving tens of thousands of people, these only a hundred cavalrymen are really a bit ridiculous.

But it was only when they launched the charge that their power could be felt, like a spear that was unstoppable, leaving only bones crushed by the horses' hooves in its wake.

Both sides were fighting for their invisible companions. Barristan wielded the Morningstar Hammer to smash the bones, while Reynald wielded his sword to chop off countless skulls.

But the Morningstar Hammer in Barristan's hand became heavier and heavier, and the long sword in Reynald's hand, known as the Champion's Certificate, was broken after countless swings.

No matter how good it is, it is just ordinary iron. It is not surprising that it will break when it collides with hard objects such as bones controlled by evil forces.

But this was also the performance of this cavalry. When there were few skeletons on the periphery, they could naturally charge in easily. However, as they went deeper, the number of skeletons increased, and the pace of the cavalry was gradually slowed down.

For cavalry, once they lose their speed, they lose their biggest advantage. Although the horses are covered with blankets to resist the scratches of some skeletons, there are some armed skeleton warriors mixed in with these skeleton mobs.

The warhorse's stamina is limited, so Reynard must save his strength for retreat, but the red fog obscures his view of the enemy's position.

A kind of anxious pressure almost made him unable to breathe...

The same was true on the other side. The crazy breakout came at a price. The team's condition fell to a low point again, and what was even more terrifying was that the red fog blocked the view.

They were like people wandering on the edge of hell, with no idea where they were, how long they had been moving forward, or how far they were from the evacuation point. They only knew that they had one foot in hell.

The unknown is the greatest fear. Sometimes psychological collapse is far more terrifying than physical collapse.

Timidity and cowardice finally caught their prey.

"No, I want to go home."

"Is this hell?"

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Delirious, gasping for breath, he crossed the edge of sanity and fell into boundless madness!

Some people directly left the team and rushed outside. Perhaps in their eyes, they were running towards a road paved with flowers of hope, but unfortunately the illusion could not break through the reality and they were instantly submerged by the skeletons.

Cornered!Deep siege!And forced to keep fighting...

In this kind of scene, several people were howling like crazy, as if they would fall apart before the skeletons could break through.

There is no hope in this hell, not even a glimmer of hope.

Even Martin couldn't help but waver. Fear tormented his mind. He prayed to the holy light, but there was no response.

Have I really been abandoned by the Holy Light?
My lifelong pursuit of making Holy Light great again seems to be out of reach...

What's interesting is that the candle-burning priest who is also a member of the church did not waver at all. He still wavered his shield and hammer and stood firm, as if he would never give up fighting evil. Compared with the concept of the church itself, the priest pursued more pure faith.

Even those legions moved like robots. Although they were mostly damaged, they still held up a piece of space.

Likewise, the personal guards continued to fight. Fear could not shake them because they were the lord's personal guards and the pride of Hamlet. Death was not something they considered the moment they were chosen.

"My body is as hard as iron, my heart is as strong as steel" is not just a slogan for them.

People like Disma and Barristan are die-hard fans of the lord, while people like Tardif and Laura who joined halfway also believe in something inexplicably.

This is the charm of faith, as beautiful as a gem. However, even the strongest gem will break. Similarly, will has its limits. Can they see hope?

suddenly!

From the red fog came the noisy sounds of hacking, horse hooves and neighing, and then a team of cavalry holding torches broke through the red fog and appeared in front, like a fire dragon tearing through the darkness.

The two sides met on the road, and this scene directly reduced the pressure on both sides.

Nothing could give them more confidence than the oncoming cavalry, and Reynard and his men finally found their target.

"Hahahaha!"

"Great!"

"Save me! Save me!"

The originally shaky team was quickly inspired with powerful strength by the desire to survive. Even the surging skeletons could not shake them. If it had been like this just now, they would not have collapsed. It was really funny.

The retreat plan had already been prepared, Leonard shouted.

"Do it!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone seemed to be ready. Countless objects were thrown out by the cavalry, and there was also a warning shout.

"Be careful of explosions!"

The adventurers had not yet reacted, but Hamlet's people did, and quickly retreated, abandoning the living space that they had snatched with great difficulty.

Before others could understand, the explosion happened, and continuous explosions sounded among the skeletons.

Such an exaggerated density made the power of the bomb even more exaggerated, and bones that were blown into the sky were everywhere.

Under the firelight, you can see that part of the surrounding area has been cleared away, leaving a mess like a dog's gnawing.

The art of mankind is explosion! (End of this chapter)