The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 30 Osteoporosis
As soon as he finished speaking, the necromancer waved his hand, and several bone spikes flew over like arrows.

Still triggered a fight...

Eric didn't have time to feel helpless. He jumped back. The first few bone spurs pierced straight into the ground in front of him and shattered the moment they touched the ground, while several bone spurs were still aiming at him in the air.

Ding ding ding ding——

With no time to dodge, Eric could only block with his sword. Every bone spur hit the sword, making his hand numb.

Looking inside the cave again, Flanders had a staff in his hand. As he waved it, a cloud of black mist spread towards this side.

Before disappearing from view, Eric saw dozens of long and thin bone spurs floating behind the old man.

"Master!"

As soon as the battle started, Leslie gave up the idea of ​​asking for help and turned back to fight with him.

Eric turned around and pushed him, "Run! If you can't win, go back to the team!"

He ran out without hesitation. The moment they passed each other, he made a gesture with his left hand, and Leslie immediately understood.

The hall is full of green flames. Going in means death. Whether to find help or not is another matter, but at least the necromancer must be lured out.

Leslie nodded and ran out. The old man's hearing was amazing, so this was the only way the two of them could communicate.

As a fifth-level warrior, Leslie's hearing was equally sharp. He had only run a few steps when he heard the sound of something breaking through the air behind him.

It's a bone spur flying towards me!
He slowed down his pace slightly, turned around and slashed with a spinning blow, chopping off all the bone spurs that had flown behind him.

The black fog released by the necromancer quickly spread over, filling the passage and almost completely blocking the view.

Whoosh!
A bone spur broke through the mist and pierced Leslie's face. He immediately raised his sword to block it.

Ding!
He easily blocked the bone spur, but then his face changed: three bone spurs flew towards him at the same time!

Leslie had no time to hesitate. He moved the sword up and tilted it to block the two bone spurs that were piercing his vital points, and then he kicked his feet to try to avoid the last bone spur.

Can I hide...?

Can't dodge, the distance is too close.

The bone spur flew at high speed and hit the chain mail on his chest. It was blocked by the iron ring and failed to penetrate. However, the force was not completely dissipated and it caused a pain in his chest.

And then, he heard the sound of an arrow breaking through the air.

Bone spurs are coming again...

Leslie wondered how many more hits he would receive as he retreated. The black fog greatly obstructed his vision, leaving him with very little time to react. He could only prioritize blocking the vital parts.

It's really a headache for a warrior to encounter an enemy with many long-range methods but no way to rush up and kill them with one blow...

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Bone spurs flew through the mist, and Leslie chopped and blocked them, and with his sharp reflexes, he managed to eliminate most of the necromancer's attacks.

Ding!
A sword stretched out from the side blocked the last two bone spurs.

"Master..."

"Run!"

Eric blocked the attack without stopping, "Why are we fighting him here? He's not only throwing away his father's bones, but also his grandfather's and grandmother's bones. It's endless!"

"……Yes!"

Leslie immediately followed, secretly wiping the sweat off his face.

The young master's mouth is really poisonous... He was just insulted by that old man, and it seemed that he had no reaction. Sure enough, he is still angry.

The two quickened their pace and quickly ran to the turning point of the passage. No matter how fast the Necromancer's bone spurs flew, they couldn't turn after being shot out, so they had no way to do anything to them.

Leslie peered into the fog-filled passage, figuring the old man would be out of earshot by this point. He lowered his voice and asked, "Will he really chase us?"

"If he doesn't want to die, he'll catch up. If it weren't for those traps, the two of us would be enough to take him down, not to mention bringing in other helpers. He definitely won't let us rejoin the group easily... even if he knows it was a trap to lure him out."

As Eric spoke, he also leaned over to take a look. Suddenly he remembered something, hummed softly, and threw a ball of light into the black fog.

Like a hot knife entering the snow, the black fog quickly melted away wherever the white light shone, leaving no trace in the blink of an eye.

"I almost forgot that illumination magic also has a dispel effect."

After the black fog dissipated, it revealed the old necromancer who hurriedly retreated back to the hall. He obviously did not expect that the two warriors had the means to dispel the black fog.

"Is he trying to take advantage of the opportunity to get close to me and launch a sneak attack? With him being a wizard?" Leslie felt a little scared and a sense of having missed a good opportunity. He was sure that as long as he could get close to the old man, he could end all this.

"You must fight to the death in order to survive. If you don't fight now, will you save it for the next life?" Eric had seen the methods of this necromancer before, and he didn't look down on him as much as the captain of the guards.

"The black fog can hide any traces of his spells, and he's not that fragile. His body has been strengthened. I can't say how much strength he possesses, but at least he's quite durable. A sneak attack has a good chance of success."

Leslie looked inside, "But the young master has dispersed his black fog, and now it seems he can only watch us leave." "Then run, he has nowhere to escape, and we have reinforcements." Eric just turned his head and caught a glimpse of the old man inside making some movements, and hurriedly turned back to look.

Flanders held the staff in both hands, thrust it into the ground, and began to chant rapidly.

"What is he doing?" As a warrior, Leslie was naturally a little nervous about the magician's methods that he didn't understand.

"Such a long chant, it seems like it's summoning a younger brother..." Eric frowned, "But was there a gesture of stabbing the staff into the ground before?"

"Before?"

Before Eric could answer Leslie's question, he suddenly heard some movement coming from the other side of the passage.

There were only the two of them in this section of the mine tunnel. Even though there hadn't been any fighting, any sound would have been clearly heard over here. They exchanged a glance, and Leslie asked, "Is it the people who stayed over there who are coming over?"

"I don't think so..." Eric already had a premonition in his heart. He chanted and threw a luminous ball in the direction it came from. It didn't fly far before it reflected a dozen swaying skeletons in the passage.

The undead minions summoned by Flanders actually came from the other side of the passage!

This was a situation that Eric had never encountered before.

All the battles he had experienced took place in the back hall. The Necromancer couldn't summon undead from thin air. The skeletons summoned during boss battles were all detached from the walls, visible as soon as he entered the hall. The passage they had come from was filled with traps. Where did these things come from...

trap?

Eric suddenly realized where they came from: the bones in the pit traps!
It turned out that was also the necromancer's summoned creature. No wonder he had to stick the staff into the ground to cast the spell... Eric was surprised, but also admired his far-sightedness.

The light shone, revealing the white bones. The crackling sounds made by the collision of skeletons during movement were so subtle and annoying.

"Young Master..." Although his retreat was blocked, Leslie did not panic too much. He held his sword and was ready to fight at any time.

"Let's go together." Eric swung the straight sword in his hand, which was coated with a layer of golden light, "Cut them all."

The two men rushed towards the skeletons. These skeleton soldiers had both quantity and quality, and each one was actually quite fragile.

Click!

The skeleton had no flesh and blood, so Eric raised his hand and chopped it. Unexpectedly, the sword cut from the shoulder and neck to the hip. With another sweep across, the skeleton frame disintegrated and scattered all over the ground.

"You have osteoporosis, you need to take calcium supplements."

Eric crushed the skull that rolled in front of him with one foot, then stepped forward and chopped at the second skeleton soldier.

Leslie charged faster and deeper, his movements more aggressive. With a sweeping blow around him, he instantly shattered four or five skeleton soldiers. It was incredibly bold. Eric suddenly remembered that the captain of the guards seemed to be more adept with the broadsword.

Although his charge looked cool, the effect was not that good. The skeletons that were broken up by him paused for a while, and then trembled and gathered together again, as if they were about to recombine.

"Damn it... I should have brought a bottle of holy water with me."

This was not the first time Leslie had witnessed this situation. He quickly remembered that these undead creatures had a similar rebirth characteristic, and under normal circumstances they would have to be killed twice before they would completely stop.

Holy attacks can negate this trait, just like Eric's sword has a Holy Judgment Blade effect, which kills one with one strike. Applying holy water can also achieve a similar effect.

"Just disperse them and I'll finish them off." Eric said. They had to break the formation first to attack from both sides.

The captain of the guards rushed into the skeleton soldiers and continued to fight unstoppably. Eric followed behind, stabbing them with a sword here and a knife there. The half-assembled skeletons were scattered again and were trampled to pieces.

There were really a lot of skeleton soldiers. The two of them rushed into the formation and hacked and chopped, but they only killed about half of them. They didn't know how many bones were hidden in those traps.

Although these skeletons could not stop them, they delayed their departure. Sensing that something seemed wrong behind him, Eric turned his head and glanced, and the black fog in the passage behind him rolled in again.

The Necromancer is catching up!
Eric kicked a bone claw that was on his calf and broke it. He immediately began to chant the illumination spell to dispel it.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The necromancer used the same trick again and shot a bunch of bone spurs. Eric could no longer chant and could only push the fist-sized ball of light forward and immediately raised his sword to block and dodge.

Ding!
The bone spur was smashed into pieces by the sword, and the small ball of light that flew into the black fog only opened a channel with a diameter of half an arm, which was soon filled with black fog from top to bottom and left to right.

This brief moment also allowed Eric to see that the Necromancer Flanders was indeed hiding in the black fog, ready to launch a surprise attack at any time!
"Leslie!"

The captain of the guards was still charging the skeleton formation. Eric retreated and called out to him, "Cover me!"

With a sweep of the sword, Leslie immediately turned around and stood in front of the young master to provide protection. Eric stood still and began to chant the next lighting spell.

If they don't dispel this black fog, they will be at a huge disadvantage.

Whoosh!
Another bone spur flew out, Leslie raised his sword to block it, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Seeing his body tremble violently, Eric felt something was wrong.

"...Leslie?"

Without answering, the captain of the guards suddenly turned around, holding up his sword, his eyes bloodshot.

(End of this chapter)