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Rewind five minutes, when Karen had already broken through the battle formation of the undead adventurers.

The fog was torn into fluffy ribbons that flowed backward in the rapidly moving field of vision.

Karen unleashed her full power of breathing techniques, smashing through all the bushes that blocked her view and the zombies that Mars had temporarily summoned to slow her down.

The breathing technique resonated within his body, granting this no-longer-young physique an extraordinary level of cardiovascular endurance; each heavy breath was accompanied by a booming sound emanating from his chest.

He did not turn around to check on Ryan's condition.

That was trust between knights—if Rein couldn't even buy a few minutes of delay, then he could only mourn for Rein and Ella.

"Got you?"

The fog ahead was stirred by a colossal silhouette, a massive shadow scrambling through the swamp.

The outline of the monster called the Stitched Corpse Demon became clearer and clearer in Karen's eyes.

It was as tall as a three-story building. Although it was bulky, its bulkiness did not affect its escape speed much in this muddy swamp. It was perfectly adapted to this muddy land. Its large, boat-like feet sank deep and pulled up with each step, yet its speed was not slow.

Mars was lying on the monster's back, glancing back in fear every now and then.

When he saw the silver figure rapidly approaching through the mist, the necromancer was terrified.

"Faster! Faster, you idiot!"

Mars frantically pounded the back of the corpse demon's head with his bone staff, even burning a large amount of mana at any cost, casting lightness spells and speed boosts into the monster beneath him.

Once they passed through that grove of trees, they would reach the secret escape route he had prepared. It was filled with gas sacs that would explode upon impact, enough to stop the old knight.

Nearly.

The outline of the grove of trees became increasingly clear in the mist.

However, just as the colossus raised its massive foot, preparing to step into that area, an accident occurred.

"Click."

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out sharply on the silent escape route.

Mars instinctively looked up.

On that only road, on a huge, fallen, dead tree, sat a person.

He wore a rusty plate armor and a tattered black cloak draped over his back.

At that moment, he was slowly and methodically crushing a skull into powder with an iron glove.

At his feet lay the remains of a dozen skeleton soldiers. These were the loyal guards Mars had placed at the entrance to the secret passage, now scattered in the swamp like mannequins torn apart.

Baron.

This "hangman" seemed to have anticipated that Mars would run this way.

Sitting there, he was like an executioner on an execution ground, quietly waiting for the prisoner to enter.

"Where are you planning to go, you rat?"

Baron's voice was not loud, even flat, but to Mars, it terrified him, making him feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Stop! Stop!!"

Mars screamed and tightened his grip on the corpse demon's spine, forcing him to stop in front of Baron.

He had a premonition that if he let the Corpse Demon break through and get close to Baron, he might lose his head before the Corpse Demon could even crush Baron.

The inertia caused the massive stitched corpse demon to slide for more than ten meters on the muddy ground, creating two deep gullies and churning up mud, before finally coming to a stop less than ten meters from Baron.

The road ahead is blocked.

Before Mars could come up with a solution, a dull thud like a heavy object hitting the ground came from behind him.

"boom!"

Karen descended from the sky, crushing a rock and cutting off Mars's retreat.

The greatsword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip still dripping black pus and blood. Although he was alone, his mere presence made Mars abandon any thought of turning back and changing his escape route.

Dilemma.

The situation had become extremely awkward for the necromancer.

As Mars rode atop that enormous creature, looking down upon it, he felt like a piece of fish caught between a cleaver and a display board.

Karen did not launch an attack immediately.

The old knight squinted, quickly assessing the situation before him.

That huge thing… the Stitching Corpse Demon. If it were one-on-one, Karen was confident she could tear it and Mars apart in an hour.

But now the situation is a bit complicated.

Baron is in front, and Mars is in the middle.

Barron is a complete variable; this madman's actions cannot be understood by common sense.

Furthermore, Karen is well aware of his weaknesses—he's a heavily armored knight, lacking both ranged and defensive capabilities. If these two team up, or if Baron suddenly goes berserk and attacks indiscriminately, Mars could very well escape in the chaos.

but……

Karen's gaze passed over the monster's massive body and landed on Baron, who was sitting on the dead tree.

The madman was watching him too.

The two exchanged a glance across Namars.

"You're late, old man."

Baron spoke first. He brushed the remaining bone dust off his hands, stood up from the dead tree, and casually untied the thick hemp rope from his waist, slowly wrapping it around his hand.

"If your old legs can't run anymore, I don't mind cleaning up all this trash for you."

"snort."

Karen sneered, unperturbed.

He slung the greatsword over his shoulder armor, took two steps forward, and completely ignored the necromancer who was caught in the middle, trembling with fear.

"Clean up the trash is a knight's duty. As for you, Baron, I'll settle your score after I've dealt with Mars."

"Whatever you like."

Baron shrugged, his mocking voice coming from behind the iron mask.

"However, according to the Silver Law, this rat polluted the environment, desecrated corpses, and attempted to escape. My sentence is the same—immediate execution."

The two continued their conversation across the distance, while Mars, the focus of their discussion, along with the terrifying stitched corpse demon at his feet, seemed to be nothing more than trash in need of disposal.

This disregard burned Mars' remaining self-esteem more than a direct attack.

He is a scholar who delves into the mysteries of life and death, and the swamp master who commands an army of the dead!

Now, two knights who know no magic at all are discussing the order of slaughter like assessing livestock.

What chilled him to the bone was that there was a clear hostility between the two, but at this moment, they seemed to have the intention to cooperate and prioritize hunting him down.

"You...you two bastards!"

Mars lay on the back of the corpse demon, his fingers digging tightly into the rotting flesh.

There is no escape.

Mars saw even greater madness in his eyes.

Since there's no way to escape, we have no choice but to fight.

Although he was cautious, it didn't mean he was weak. This stitched corpse demon was a weapon of war he had spent three years forging, its entire body covered in stone skin magic, making it impossible for ordinary swords to cut through!

"Since you're courting death... then don't blame me!!"

Mars suddenly raised his remaining right hand and crushed the black crystal at the top of the staff.

"Kill him!! Smash him!!"

He pointed at Baron, who was blocking his way, and roared incessantly as if he had lost his mind.

He chose Baron as his point of attack. Compared to the heavily armored knight behind him, the man in front, clad only in light plate armor, seemed like an easier target.

"roar--!!"

The mud colossus let out a deep, muffled roar, the wailing of countless wronged souls within its body.

Its massive hands slammed into the ground, causing the muddy ground within a radius of dozens of feet to tremble, and its huge body crashed toward Baron!

This impact was enough to shatter the city wall.

However, faced with this terrifying impact, Barron did not even make any obvious dodging movements.

He simply lowered his center of gravity slightly, straightened the noose in his hand, and taut it in the air. With his other hand, he drew a longsword from his waist.

"Utterly foolish."

At the same time, Karen also moved.

The old knight took a deep breath, and his heart, constantly tempered by life energy, erupted with a terrifying heat, surging and roaring through his veins.

[Combat Skill - Ground Smash Charge]

The ground beneath Karen's feet suddenly shattered, and she transformed into a silver afterimage, charging after Mars on the Corpse Demon.

A chaotic battle erupted.