I can evolve everything

Raine didn't speak. His chest heaved violently, and the white breath he exhaled from his mouth and nose grew thicker and thicker.

Time is passing by when you are using breathing techniques.

Although the heat within him was still surging, once this breath was released, not only would he not be able to chase after Mars, but he and Ella would also become fertilizer in this swamp.

Just as Rennes was pondering how to break the deadlock,

"roar--!!"

A roar shattered the stalemate.

Harold, who was behind them, started to move at that moment.

This frail old man, at this moment, resembled an old wolf driven to the brink of despair.

He held the rusty longsword high with both hands, his eyes burning with a murky yet intense will to die.

At this moment, wisps of white vapor were also emanating from Harold's body, a characteristic of using breathing techniques.

He saw through Ryan's predicament and figured out how to break out of this deadlock.

"I am a sinner... Let me end this sin!!"

Harold completely ignored his wide-open defense and crashed straight into the undead man wielding the greatsword.

He did it on purpose.

He wanted to use his own life to block the blade of the greatsword, attract the hatred of the undead, and create an opportunity for Raine to cut into the inner circle.

"Buzz—"

The heavy-sword-wielding undead has no emotions, only the instinct to kill.

Faced with its prey delivered to its doorstep, it swung its two-handed greatsword straight at Harold's waist and abdomen.

With this sword strike, the old man would inevitably be cut in two at the waist.

Harold closed his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The time for atonement has come.

however.

A burning hot hand suddenly grabbed Harold by the back of his collar.

It's Rennes.

He had anticipated the old man's intention the instant Harold rushed out. At that critical moment, he ran over.

Like throwing a sandbag, Ryan used the explosive force of his forward momentum to pull Harold backward hard.

The greatsword grazed Harold's chainmail, cutting a gash but failing to sever his chest.

The old man staggered backward and fell into the mud.

And Renn, using the reaction force from that pull, filled Harold's original spot.

But at this moment, the heavy sword-wielding zombie's heavy slash missed, and the inertia caused its body to lean forward slightly.

This is the flaw that Harold risked his life for.

Although it was only a brief moment of stiffness, that instantaneous gap was enough.

In Raine's pupils, the world seemed to slow down.

But he didn't swing his sword. The distance was too close; he couldn't wield the longsword effectively.

Raine loosened his grip on the hilt with his left hand, lowered his body, and pressed his engorged, red hand against the pommel of his sword.

He used the longsword as a short spear, gripping the middle of the blade with his right hand and striking the pommel hard with his left palm, as if he were hammering a nail.

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced precisely under the armpit, avoiding the hard ribs, and went straight through the lung and spine, emerging from the other side of the neck.

"die!"

With a twist of his wrist, Raine shredded the zombie's neck.

The massive, heavy-sword-wielding zombie, with most of its body pierced through, finally seemed to lose its life, its greatsword falling into the mud, and its enormous body going limp.

"The first one."

Raine drew his sword, drawing out a spray of black, foul blood.

He didn't even glance back at the still-shaken Harold, but simply coldly flicked away the rotten flesh and blood from the blade.

"It's easy to die, you old man."

With his back to Harold, Raine's voice was as cold as ice.

"Once these corpses are dismembered, your trial will take place. But for now, you are not allowed to die!"

The battle formation of five living corpses in front of them is now missing one.

The situation was thus disrupted.

"Ella, you're responsible for that mage and archer!"

With a roar, Renn charged towards the tower shield.

"Got it, let's watch the show!"

The half-elf girl immediately understood Raine's intention. Because the thief and the tower shield undead were entangled by Raine, she was able to wade through the mud and water to get to the back row.

At this moment, Raine had already rushed to the tower shield zombie.

This zombie was clearly an exceptionally skilled defender in life; even in death, its tower shield remained as solid as a mountain, with only half its head peeking out to observe, its armor-piercing hammer poised to strike.

It was waiting for Renn to attack the shield, then using the recoil to deliver a fatal blow.

But Renn did not swing his sword.

Just as he was about to crash into the shield, he abruptly stopped, stomping his right foot into the mud as a fulcrum, and then sweeping out his left leg like a whip.

It wasn't a kick to the person, but a kick to the bottom edge of the shield!

This kick was infused with the extraordinary power brought about by the breathing technique.

The powerful impact caused the tower shield zombie's center of gravity to shift violently.

Before it could even adjust, Renn had already lost his way of fighting with a longsword as a knight.

He grabbed the top edge of the tower shield with his left hand, used the momentum to leap into the air, and flipped himself onto the top of the shield.

The two were face to face, separated by shields.

Raine could even see the eerie green pulsating in the undead's eye sockets.

"goodbye."

He gripped the longsword in reverse, as if executing a criminal, and pierced it from top to bottom into the gap between the zombie's helmet and breastplate.

That is, the location of the clavicular fossa.

That is one of the most fragile structures in the human body.

The longsword plunged straight into the hilt.

Raine didn't draw his sword; instead, he hung on the undead and used his weight to press down hard.

"Click."

Cervical spine fracture.

The massive body of the Tower Shield Undead collapsed to its knees, its indestructible shield becoming its tombstone, pressing it firmly into the mud.

"Whoosh—"

At the same time, two short, muffled thuds came from afar.

The undead crossbowman who had been firing arrows had a trembling arrow stuck in his head, and his eye socket had ruptured.

The sorcerer who had been chanting incantations had his neck severed by Ella, who had somehow gotten behind him, and his withered head rolled off like a ball.

Only the two thief zombies with daggers remained.

They seemed to retain some sense of reason, realizing that the situation was hopeless, and instinctively wanted to retreat and disappear into the mist.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

Raine pulled his longsword from the corpse of the Tower Shield undead, his body steaming with white vapor.

He didn't use any fancy sword techniques.

It's simply a matter of fighting instinct, and overwhelming speed and strength.

With one step, the mud and water exploded.

Raine instantly closed in on one of the thief zombies.

The longsword slashed straight down—simple, brutal, and efficient.

There is no suspense.

The zombie raised its dagger to parry, but how could that flimsy dagger possibly withstand a heavy blow amplified by the breathing technique?

Sure enough, the dagger flew away the next second. The longsword, undeterred, sliced ​​off half of its shoulder and head.

But it was still able to move, and when it turned to run away, it was stopped by Ella.

Ella drew a cross in the air with her longsword and dagger.

The zombie's knees were severed instantly, and it collapsed into the mud. Before it could even get up, a boot had already stepped on the back of its head.

"This stab was for my boots, they're filthy."

Ella curled her lip, deftly plunged the dagger into the other's neck, and severed his throat.

The battle is over.

From Harold rushing out as bait to the last undead falling, the whole process took no more than five minutes.

The swamp returned to deathly silence, leaving only heavy breathing sounds.

Raine stood amidst the pile of corpses, leaning on his sword.

The steam on his body gradually dissipated, leaving him feeling utterly exhausted.

He turned his head and looked at Harold, who was still sitting in the mud pit, lost in thought.

The old man stared blankly at everything, at the boy, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

"I..." Harold struggled to sit up. "I just wanted to..."

"Do you want to die?" Renn coldly interrupted him, walked over and extended his blood-stained hand to the old man.

Raine looked into the old man's eyes, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"You have an obligation to help us before you are brought to trial."

"That monster should be held back by Sir Karen by now. If you don't want Sir Karen to face that necromancer alone, stand up."