Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 450 Lich King

The silence of a locked room is more suffocating than the footsteps of the dead.

Time seemed to stand still here, with only suppressed breathing and heartbeats echoing in the darkness.

Mil leaned against the cold stone wall, feeling like every second was torture.

Peya is right. The "Hidden Place of Hyperion" can isolate space, but it cannot isolate the physiological needs and the erosion of despair brought about by the passage of time.

Several maids had begun to sob softly again, and the servants' knuckles were white as they gripped their weapons, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown outside the door.

These guys aren't proper soldiers; they're untrained. It's already quite good that they didn't yell and cause trouble at a time like this.

However, the smell of excrement mixed with the sweat of fear permeated the small dimensional space, reminding the two that staying here was not a long-term solution.

"Senior sister, do you have any plans?"

Having gone through so many battles with Livy, Mil had long since changed his previous cowardice and was no longer lacking in the courage to face death.

However, he knew very little about the undead, so he valued Peiya's opinion more.

“I need you to buy me some time. I can inscribe an alchemical teleportation array that can teleport us both hundreds of miles away. That distance should be enough to get us out of the range of these undead,” Peya said slowly.

In this dimensional space, it is impossible to use any spatial spells, items, or magic circles, so they need to leave this dimensional space.

The key problem is that once you leave this place, the undead will notice.

The presence of the living is as striking as a flickering torch in the darkest night in the face of these dead.

“No problem.” Mil nodded. Letting him fight his way out was something he knew for sure; he was incapable of doing it with his abilities. But if it was just to delay things for a while, it should be fine.

only……

Mir glanced at the ordinary people around him, his meaning clear.

Peiya's voice was heavy with breaths as she transmitted, "Large teleportation magic circles require a lot of expensive magical materials. The teleportation magic circles I can carve right now can only teleport the two of us at most, not even one more."

Her telepathic message carried an undeniable, cruel reality, which made Mir's heart sink.

He instinctively looked at the trembling ordinary people, whose eyes were filled with nothing but fear.

The faces of Tanis and Fatil flashed through his mind, but his expression was replaced by a deeper worry: how were they doing now?

"Is there no other way?"

“No, this is the only thing we can do at a time like this. If we keep dragging this out, we might all die here.” Peya sighed.

To be honest, although he had countless lives on his hands, those people were all enemies who wanted to destroy High Cliff Fortress. It was hard for Mil to accept that he would just give up on these innocent ordinary people.

Because all of this was caused by Li Wei's subtle influence.

Don't be fooled by the arrogant and disdainful attitude of the warriors at Gaoyabao; when it comes to their own civilians, they can smile through their wrinkles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave the sanctuary in Hyperion here, and I’ll leave them enough water and food. If we manage to escape, they should be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive,” Peya added.

Compared to Mil, she was very rational. Although she didn't want to abandon these ordinary people, the best way was for her and Mil to escape and seek help.

Holding out here is simply not going to work.

"Senior sister, I understand. I will do my best to buy time." Mir's voice was low but firm.

The others in the secret room seemed to sense something was amiss, their fearful gazes shifting back and forth between Mir and Peya.

The older maid mustered her last bit of courage, her voice trembling with tears: "Young Master Mir... Miss Peiya... are you... are you leaving?"

Her question represented the sentiments of everyone, and the atmosphere of despair almost solidified.

Mil's throat bobbed; he knew that any words of comfort would be futile at this moment.

He suddenly remembered what his brother-in-law had taught him: lying is not encouraged, but sometimes a white lie is necessary.

His voice suddenly became steady: "Senior Sister Peiya and I are going to rush out and bring back reinforcements. We will leave water and food behind. As long as you don't go out, the hideout can protect you until we arrive."

He didn't mention that the two actually wanted to escape Gonda via the teleportation array, which would only cause greater panic.

The maids in the governor's manor immediately showed expressions of gratitude. After all, anyone who wasn't a fool would know that leaving here to go outside was the most dangerous thing to do at this time. But these two not only went out to find reinforcements, but also left behind the magical equipment that protected them.

Peiya glanced at Mir, a hint of admiration flashing across her face.

She said no more, and placed her huge metal hand on the metal box at her waist, causing a slight spatial ripple to spread out.

The entrance to the dimensional space unfolded before them like ripples on water.

"Are you ready?" Peya's voice echoed in Mil's mind.

Mil gripped the adamantite lion-hilted longsword that Levi had given him to become a knight.

This weapon was crafted by the master blacksmith of High Cliff Fortress, and is made entirely of magical metal refined gold, allowing battle aura to flow freely.

If this sword were on the market, it would be enough to make knights fight tooth and nail for it.

The lord is always very generous to his own people.

The two instantly stepped out of the dimensional space and returned to the small, dark room that was now filled with a musty smell and a chilly atmosphere.

Almost simultaneously with their appearance, the spirits in the Governor's Garden, corridors, and rooms all abruptly turned their heads toward this side.

"Hah... hiss..."

Outside the door, the low growl characteristic of undead creatures, filled with hunger and hatred, immediately rang out.

The footsteps suddenly became dense and rapid, rushing towards the secret room!

"Quick, to the main hall! It's spacious there, which will make it easier for me to set up the magic array." Peiya roared, and her massive minotaur body darted out with surprising agility.

Mir followed closely behind.

As soon as I rushed out the door, I saw several zombies dressed as servants of the governor's mansion staggering towards me, and the stench of decay hit me.

He suppressed his nausea and drew a precise arc with his fine gold longsword, powerful enough to cut through metal, easily severing the neck of the foremost zombie.

At the same time, he kicked with his right foot, slamming a skeleton that was trying to sneak up on him against the wall. The force of the kick completely reduced it to a pile of bones, leaving only its head on the ground, its mouth opening and closing.

The sounds of fighting instantly attracted the attention of more undead, and more chaotic roars and footsteps echoed from afar. In reality, the current number of low-level undead was nothing to Mil, who was already a high-ranking knight.

But the truly formidable figures were the undead warriors hidden among them; the knights guarding the governor's manor suffered at the hands of these very men.

The two quickly arrived at the main hall of the Governor's Garden, where there were only four or five scattered zombies, which were quickly dealt with by Mil's sword.

These guys couldn't even bite through his plate armor.

While quickly clearing a space in the center of the hall, Peiya pulled out various materials shimmering with magical light from her seemingly small alchemical pouch that appeared to connect to another dimension... Star gold powder, solidified space crystals, fragments of astral dust... Her movements were so fast that they almost left afterimages.

Mil stood guard at the main entrance to the hall, his back against a broken stone pillar. He brandished his longsword, precisely parrying a rusty sword and then thrusting it into the eye socket of a ghoul that lunged at him.

More and more spirits are pouring into the hall from the corridors and broken windows, like a black tide.

The battle instantly became intense.

Mir weaved and dodged through the horde of undead, his body shimmering with a purple glow. This was the secret manual of Wind and Thunder Battle Qi that he cultivated, which enhanced his speed and reaction time.

Each swing of the adamantine longsword took away several low-level undead.

But he was no beast like a lord. Faced with enemies surging in from all directions, he was overwhelmed. Several claw marks were quickly added to his armor, sweat soaked his hair, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

On Peiya's side, a six-pointed star magic circle composed of intricate runes and alchemical elements was rapidly taking shape on the ground.

Space crystals were embedded in key nodes, and astral dust shimmered with silver light, injecting the primal energy needed to activate the magic array.

Peiya's enormous fingers were now unusually nimble, their fingertips flowing with magic as she carefully guided each flow of energy, ensuring they were perfectly aligned.

She was completely absorbed and ignored the shouts of battle outside.

Mir swung his sword horizontally as usual.

Piercing the hearts and vital organs of these undead was useless; it was more worthwhile to use the sharpness of the adamantine longsword to directly decapitate them. But as soon as he made that cut, Mir sensed something was wrong.

Faced with the adamantite longsword, these undead were like tofu, their heads easily chopped off. However, after the sword cut through the armor at the neck, it somehow managed to cut the neck halfway before getting stuck.

Although Mir didn't use his full strength to conserve energy in order to deal with the large number of undead, he was still no pushover.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that an undead warrior had emerged from the horde of undead, and judging from the appearance of his armor, he was not the same one as the previous one.

Cutting off half a neck would be fatal to an ordinary person, but it would be completely painless to these dead people.

The opponent roared, completely ignoring the sword stuck in his neck, and swung his long-handled axe down.

The most terrifying thing about the undead is that they are completely fearless and do not feel fear. Otherwise, even if a demon were to suffer such severe injuries, it would be completely powerless to resist.

Faced with the opponent's counterattack, Mir simply pulled out a round object from his waist and smashed it into the opponent's face, then quickly abandoned his sword and dodged backward.

"Boom~"

There was a loud bang.

A circular space within five or six steps of the undead warrior was instantly enveloped by abundant fire element, and all creatures within it were instantly annihilated into ashes.

Only the fine gold longsword fell to the ground with a clang.

No matter how tough a necromancer's body is, it can't be as tough as a longsword made entirely of magical metal.

This is a one-time magical artifact that Mir created using alchemy—the Flame Shield Bomb. The inspiration for it came from something the lord casually mentioned: grenades, Italian cannons, and such.

Mil didn't understand these things and thought they were some kind of special magical equipment, so he created them based on some fragmented information.

Simply unlock the special safety device and throw it out to delay the explosion.

"Why is there such a commotion?" Even Peiya was startled and spared some attention to this side.

"There's no other way, a necromancer has broken in!"

The brief vacuum created was quickly filled again by swarms of undead, forcing Mir to pick up his longsword and rejoin the battle.

Fortunately, he was surrounded by battle aura, so he didn't care that the longsword was burning hot.

In reality, he could easily handle an undead warrior in a one-on-one situation, but the opponent clearly didn't know what martial virtue was, and was followed by a group of undead surging up behind him.

"How much longer can you hold on?" Peiya asked.

“Three hundred…” Mir wanted to say three hundred pulses, but after looking to the end of his vision, his expression became complicated: “Senior sister, please ask me again.”

"How much longer can you hold on?" Peiya thought he hadn't heard her clearly, so she repeated herself.

"I can hold on for ten pulses," Mil said with a wry smile.

"Why is it so short... Damn it!" Peiya turned her head and saw that the energy core seemed to freeze instantly. With the help of the sparse moonlight, she saw a group of heavily armed soldiers in neat formation rushing towards her in the garden at the end of the corridor.

These guys are all undead warriors!
As they walked past the ordinary undead, the frenzied, mindless undead creatures seemed to regain some of their reason and hurriedly made way for them.

There were far too many undead warriors for the two of them to handle.

Just then, the light from the magic circle grew brighter and brighter, and subtle ripples and hums began to appear in the space.

Peya slammed the last core rune crystal into the center of the magic circle and exclaimed excitedly, "Alright, Mir, come here quickly!"

With a surge of energy, Mir swung his sword to force back the undead in front of him, then turned and charged toward the center of the magic circle.

The hope of escape is right in front of us!
However, just as he was a few steps away from the magic circle, and at the very moment that Peiya reached out her hand to him—

A cold, deathly aura, imbued with terrifying mental pressure, descended without warning!
The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped to freezing point, as if even the air itself had been frozen.

All the low-level undead who were attacking frantically froze instantly, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand. Then, in unison, they shrank back with instinctive fear, making way for each other.

At the entrance of the hall, a figure slowly floated in.

It wore a dark robe formed from the wails of countless vengeful spirits. Underneath the hood was not a skeleton, but a humanoid face covered with withered, sallow skin, with two cold, ghostly blue soul flames burning in its sunken eye sockets, flames that seemed capable of freezing the soul.

In its hand it held a staff carved from the leg bone of some enormous creature, with a black gem at the top that twisted and turned, as if countless painful faces were struggling and wailing within it.

This is a legendary Lich King!

(End of this chapter)