Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Suddenly, a pale hand bone appeared at his ankle.

Following the hand bone, you can see a skull with its mouth opening and closing, making a creaking sound as if it's saying something.

But as Ruhr heard the creaking sounds approaching from all around, his fear finally erupted.

"Get out of here!"

Ruhr kicked the other man in the face, then forcefully shook off his hand and quickly crawled out of the bushes.

But escaping was no longer an option, as they were surrounded by sword-wielding skeleton soldiers, all facing this direction.

"Bang."

Before Ruhr could even think, a white shadow fell from the ceiling beside him and landed at his feet.

Ruhr was so startled that he took several steps back until he felt a prick on his calf from a bush, at which point he stopped.

As he watched the skeleton rise from the ground, its empty eye sockets glowing with blue flames, and then scan the surrounding skeleton soldiers whose expressions were unreadable, cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He never expected that the lowly soldiers he had just looked down upon, a group of undead creatures with low intelligence, would suddenly surround him.

Moreover, these undead creatures all seemed to be human-sized, making me appear pitifully small just standing in front of them, only able to look up at them.

Ruhr gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm but failing, and could only look at the skeleton soldiers with a panicked gaze.

"Creak..."

At that moment, the skeleton soldier with blue flames in its eyes took a step forward.

This immediately alerted Ruhr, who roared, his face contorted with rage:

"It was you...it must have been you!"

He rushed toward the skeleton as if he had lost his mind.

In just three steps, he rushed in front of the other person and headbutted him in the hip.

"Bang!"

However, with a muffled thud, the opponent's seemingly weak leg and hip bones did not shake at all; instead, Ruhr was directly knocked back.

Da da da!

Ruhr staggered back several steps, then tripped over a pebble on the ground and fell to the ground.

Before he could catch his breath, another creaking sound came from all around.

And that's not even the worst of it.

As he looked up, five pale, distinct toe bones came flying straight at his face.

"Cough..."

Ruhr was kicked to the ground and fell back down.

His forehead was slightly flushed, and a mild dizziness accompanied by tinnitus made it impossible for him to get up for a moment.

At that very moment, he vaguely saw the skeleton with blue flames in its eyes swing its left arm, and a rusty longsword appeared out of thin air in its hand.

"Crunch, crunch..."

Ruhr couldn't understand what it was saying, but he could tell from the increasingly intense blue flames burning in its eyes that it was very angry.

He immediately prepared to dodge.

But then two pale arms reached out from the bushes beside him and grabbed his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

At that moment, the skeleton with blue flames in its eyes gripped the longsword with both hands and thrust it forward with all its might.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge the attack, Ruhr's eyes shrank to the size of pinpoints, and countless memories seemed to flash back in his mind.

He realized that he might be going to die!

"Ding!"

However, just when Ruhr thought he was about to die, he heard a piercing sound of sharp objects clashing.

He was immediately jolted awake and saw a ghost holding a rusty sword brush past his face.

The skeleton that had just swung its sword at him was wielding a short sword, its body swaying slightly.

At that moment, the severed half of the longsword fell with a thud at Ruhr's feet.

"What happened?"

Ruhr hadn't reacted yet.

The surrounding skeletons also began to look around, trying to see who had made the move.

But then, the ghost moved its hand.

"Whoosh!"

It wielded its rusty sword and slashed through swarms of skeletons, but the skeleton soldiers remained oblivious, still looking around.

The next second, their skeletal heads suddenly fell off their spines.

Meanwhile, Ghost Hand had already rushed to the next densely packed area of ​​skeletons, and as if possessed by a swordsman, he slashed rapidly.

Although the sword light was invisible, within a few seconds, the skulls of both the skeletons hanging from the ceiling and those holding swords in defense fell to the ground.

The remaining skeletons panicked, even the skeleton with blue flames in its eyes turned away, no longer staring at Ruhr.

Instead, they began searching for the ghostly hand that had swiftly appeared among the skeletons.

"..."

Ruhr, realizing that the two arms binding him were no longer there, carefully rolled into the bushes.

Hiding when in danger is a lesson he learned from repeated mining experiences, and this time was no exception.

"This is too dangerous. Why did something like this happen on just the first floor of a dungeon?"

He cautiously peered out, his gaze locking onto a pair of pale, large feet standing on the ground ahead.

The other skeletons were in complete disarray, but this somewhat unusual skeleton remained.

"Crunch."

The blue flames in its eye sockets burned ever brighter, its spine stood straight, and as it opened and closed its mouth, one could still vaguely discern some of the person it was.

This unusual appearance easily evokes the word...domination.

In addition to the lords of certain regions outside the city, there are also corresponding lords at the core of each level of the dungeon.

Since dungeons are where adventurers fight, the strongest creatures on a particular level are also known as "Dominators".

"Crunch, crunch."

Watching his subordinates being slaughtered one by one by the ghostly hand not far away, the Skeleton Overlord seemed to feel no tension at all, and twisted his head.

He was warming up like a normal person.

And that's not all. When the skeletons in the distance were killed and scattered, leaving only one or two,

The ghostly hand suddenly vanished, reappearing behind the Skeleton Overlord in an instant.

"Whoosh!"

With a powerful swing of the ghost hand, the rusty sword pierced straight towards the joint beneath the skull of the Skeleton Overlord.

However, just as the rusty sword was about to strike its opponent...

The Skeleton Overlord simply sidestepped, easily dodging the rusty sword's strike.

The Ghost Hand's attacks didn't stop; without wrists or a body to burden it, its attacks were even more agile.

With a flick of his wrist, he delivered an upward flick.

But the Skeleton King seemed to have anticipated this, taking a step back to easily dodge the attack, while his mouth was slightly open.

"Crunch."

It seemed to be overjoyed and was laughing loudly. The blue flames in its eyes instantly turned emerald green, enveloping its entire head.

Then, he threw a powerful punch, striking the rusty sword.

Ghost Hand, lacking any real strength, was unable to withstand the Skeleton Overlord's powerful attack, instantly causing the rusty sword to slip from his grasp and hurtle towards a distance.

"Bang!"

The Skeleton King, as if he had expected this, rushed towards the rusty sword flying in the air and grabbed its hilt.

The Skeleton Lord spoke again, seemingly filled with immense joy.

But the next second, his arm was pulled by a tremendous force and slammed straight to the ground.

"Snapped!"

Just then, it heard a snap of fingers beside it.