Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

Unable to move, not only Roy, but even the guards around him felt unable to move.

This was not because the owner of the footsteps was aware of their existence. On the contrary, the figure had never taken them seriously. It was just that the pressure was too great and the terror was too terrifying. As it gradually approached, the sense of oppression could no longer be restrained on Roy von Ivanov alone, and it also enveloped the guards, making their limbs tremble, their bodies weak, and they couldn't help swallowing their saliva, as if their hearts were also grasped by someone's hand.

Ah, I can see that figure.

The breath was so strong that it could even make the air fluctuate, making the grand darkness cheer for it.

"What is that......"

Roy's voice was trembling.

As the nominal highest general of one of the warring parties in this war, he naturally knew the identity of the leader of the other side.

If we want to talk about the lich in detail, it is the most powerful among the undead. Apart from the existence called "God's Skeleton" which can almost be regarded as a god and whose true appearance is unknown to anyone, only those powerful creatures that are also almost impossible to be transformed into undead but eventually became undead can surpass the lich in the realm of the undead.

In tradition, the existence of liches can only be compared with the dragons and giants that once ruled the world but mysteriously disappeared. Even though countless powerful wizards have tried to gain eternal life through dark mystics over the long years, so that they can explore the secrets of the world forever, for some reason very few have succeeded. The dark mystics that have been passed down since the fourth calendar seem to have a very low success rate in the fifth calendar. By the sixth calendar, there are almost no successful people, and almost all of those who have succeeded have caused great disasters and become famous undead lords.

It was precisely because of this that even though Roy knew he was about to face a lich that was almost identical to a legendary lich, he did not feel any sense of reality - he did not even know what the other party looked like.

But if we lower the standard, what if it is not a lich, but an undead creature inferior to the lich?

Then, you can feel the terror and the trembling very clearly.

The north wind was howling, but it could not blow away the eternal darkness. All it could blow up were the bandages, bandages that seemed to have slept in the tomb, in the coffin that never saw the light of day, for who knows how many years. They were stained with the mucus and rotten juice produced by the decaying corpses, and turned from ordinary flax yellow to the turbid color they are today.

Hiss - that was the sound of the wind passing through the mouth and nose of something that didn't need to breathe. The wind just went in and out of the tattered flesh and blood cavities, forming a strange sound that sounded like mumbling, humming, and breathing. To become such an existence, no matter whether the brain was intact or rotten, the mind could no longer remain normal. The soul must have turned into a strange thing that ordinary people could not understand. That sound might be the unconscious words brought out by the split and crazy mind.

It opened its mouth wide, revealing those strange jaws that were half-rotten, in a state somewhere between intact, dry, sticky, and rotten. The shape looked human, or at least had been human, just as the body had a head, a torso, two hands and two feet, at least it looked like something that might belong to a human. In its big mouth that looked like a rotten and hollow hole, forty, eighty, one hundred and twenty teeth covered with minced meat, yellow dirt, and blood plasma were arranged in layers. They were human teeth, but when put together like this, they no longer looked like human teeth.

It didn't look like an oppressive monster at all. It looked like a shriveled corpse wrapped in layers of bandages. Except for the enlarged, half-rotten mouth, the rest of its body was wrapped in tattered and dirty bandages. Even its eyes could not be seen. It should have rotted away completely, leaving only two dark cavities burning with cold flames.

Whoosh——

It can be seen, in that dark curtain, that countless things made of pure gold and gems are shining on it. Although they are shining, it is not a normal phenomenon caused by the reflection of light. It is a kind of light that makes people feel dirty, filthy, and extremely evil just by looking at it. Just seeing those things that seem to be ornaments is as if seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, pyramids made of dead heads, and forests of corpses made of dry bones. If you look closely, you will find that those are not ornaments. They are red eagles with wings and claws made of countless gold and gems, and torture instruments made of countless gold and gems with barbs, thorns, and covered with broken meat and blood.

Ah, if there is such an image, such an evil, such a kind of undead, then its name must be...

"Mummy Lord?! That emblem...!"

A particularly dazzling gold ornament was embedded firmly in the center of his forehead. It was more like a thumbtack, inserted from the front of the forehead and out from the back of the head. One could even see some brain matter hanging on it.

"Shuheberil, Colettes Shuheberil!"

That was the emblem of one of the oldest families handed down in the Kingdom of Gunasaran, the all-seeing eye surrounded by thorns.

It is said that at the beginning of the founding of the Kingdom of Nasaran, the Shuheberil family was one of the greatest contributors and was active in this world as the king's right-hand generals. The strict family style, training methods, and magical weapons passed down from generation to generation have ensured that the power of this family has never declined, so that the Shuheberil family has served as generals and marshals of the kingdom for generations, commanding the royal guards.

In the darkest era before the collapse of the kingdom, this family still followed the obligation of being the sword and shield of the king. They were like weapons that had lost their own identity, existing only for the will of the king. Whether it was conquering neighboring countries, massacring them, or whipping the people and forcing them to build magnificent mausoleums and floating cities, the Shuheberil family never showed mercy.

With the collapse of the kingdom, the family eventually disappeared from the world. It was not until recently that Roy von Ivanov had the honor of learning the name of the last descendant of this ancient family.

——We have never met or fought each other, and the only time we met, I didn’t expect it to be in this form...

"What...you! Get out of the way! You guys are no match for that! Run away!"

It was not until this moment that Roy realized that there were still many guards around him who had not withdrawn, and he hurriedly scolded them.

At the same time, the Mummy Lord raised his right arm.

The dry palm seemed to have grasped something, squeezed the void, and then gently tore it downwards.

Puff——

It sounded like rotten fruit being crushed by one hand.

The body of a heavy infantryman, along with his armor, was dug out from the right shoulder to the left waist. The skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs all disappeared from their original positions, leaving only rapidly decaying edges, as if countless invisible mouthparts were gnawing at the edges of the wound, causing the horrifying cavity to spread rapidly, until the flesh collapsed with a loud bang, blood and internal organs popped out of the opening, accompanied by a creepy rustling sound, and countless beetles crawled out of his previously healthy body and continued to digest the flesh.

The Mummy Lord tilted his head, looking at his empty right palm in confusion. The dry palm covered with bandages grasped a few times, as if it was unsure of what it had grasped, so that the existing results deviated from its expectations.

Roy von Ivanov felt as if his heart skipped a beat.

Beneath the armor, on the inside of the lining, an amulet had been shattered.

As the supreme commander of the Twick City garrison, Roy must have had a lot of life-saving items to defend against assassinations, such as this amulet, which could deflect a directional spell with a maximum limit of eight rings. Obviously, not to mention saving his life, this amulet at least saved him from being severely injured at the very beginning.

——Serious Injury Technique?! This is the first thing I saw!

Roy also did not expect the opponent to be so reckless. Even though he did not know much about the undead, he could understand that for an undead creature like it that used its innate spellcasting ability to cast spells, the six rings would not have many opportunities to be used. Rather than saying that it had seized the initiative, it would be better to say that it had wasted an important resource.

"Help!"

He was very sure that if these guards turned around and ran away, they would be exposing their weaknesses. It would be better for them to concentrate their attack on Collettes Shuheberil first and then wait for an opportunity to retreat.

The decision had still been made, and there was no need for him to continue building up momentum.

He took a step forward, pressed his body downward, held the sword in one hand and the sheath in the other, exerted his strength to the utmost and unleashed the force!

What was pulled out was no longer a white blade forged from metal. Under the extreme grip strength, the mechanism was triggered, and what was pulled out was not a white blade, but a blade forged from scorching flames!

when!

Including the two bodyguards who came forward to provide assistance, three sword blades pierced straight into the bandaged, dried corpse.

However, Roy's pupils froze.

He could see it - that mouth, those strange, half-rotten jaws, were moving in a distorted way, as if smiling, as if revealing an exaggerated and crazy smile that came from the heart.

--Oops!

Poof, poof.

With two muffled thuds, the guards on the left and right flew backwards, their bodies broken into two pieces while still in mid-air. It was not magic, nor was it the Mummy Lord's special ability. He just threw two punches casually, and the two heavy infantrymen in plate armor were beaten into two seemingly intact pools of meat.

Their swords clearly pierced into the withered corpse, but it seemed as if they were inserted into sand or mud. They only lasted for a moment before falling to the ground with a clang, failing to cause any harm to the opponent. Only the flame-forged sword in Roy's hand burned the place where it was pierced, emitting a foul burnt smell that looked unbearable.

puff.

A magician who did not retreat just threw away the staff in his hand, opened his eyes wide, and his pupils shrank violently. He fell to the ground, hugged his head tightly with both hands, and trembled all over, as if he had seen the most horrifying thing he had ever seen in his life - he did see it, it was an eye, an eye that he could not describe even if he searched all the knowledge in his brain. It seemed to come from the bottom of the abyss, staring at him, staring at him. Just being stared at, he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, pyramids made of dead heads, and forests of corpses made of dry bones. In that bloody hell-like scene, he saw himself, saw his head slowly turning, "looking" at himself with two bleeding empty eye sockets.

His shaking lasted only a moment and then stopped.

He was frightened to death.

And Roy von Ivanov, he was not attacked.

This does not mean that the Mummy Lord is indifferent to the only human who has ever hurt him.

On the all-seeing eye with a gold base and ruby ​​pupils embedded in the center of the head, a dirty light stained with dead gray, dark green, and ink-black shone, illuminating everything around the Mummy Lord, as if everything covered by this light was coated with a layer of decay. A tide of negative energy poured directly into the bodies of the living, suppressing vitality, suppressing vitality, and suppressing all power that can repair wounds and restore physical strength.

"You monster—!"

Roy pulled out the sword fiercely and chopped at his head again!

Chapter 15: The Collision of Chess Pieces (Part 4)

Holding the scabbard and grasping the hilt of the blade, he speaks for himself with his weapon.

One strike, one strike, and another strike! Roy von Ivanov slashed at the mummy lord Colettes Shuheberil in front of him with the long sword made of flames.

So, what about it?

What about the mummy lord named Coletus Shuheberil?

puff!puff!puff!

It did not hold any weapon, but seemed quite confident. It just used its dry arms wrapped in bandages to face the sword head-on. The sound made by the sword blade, flesh and bones did not sound like it was being cut on flesh, but rather like it was hitting the water or the sand dunes. All that could be heard was an extremely dull sound.

——What a terrifying power!

The tremendous power coming from his hand forced Roy to grit his teeth. He was the one who took the initiative to draw his sword, but it seemed as if he was retreating step by step. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the dirt road behind him, causing the ground to crack and the surrounding trees to tremble.

It wasn't a completely hopeless gap, but even so, it was still an unfavorable situation for Roy.

He used ordinary punches against heavy infantry, used "Fear Gaze" against magicians, and used his ability to guide negative energy against Roy himself, which helped him clear out the miscellaneous soldiers while putting Roy at a disadvantage in a protracted battle. In Roy's opinion, this behavior meant that the opponent had no intention and no way to defeat him with a blitzkrieg, and instead wanted to prolong the battle and wear him down with continuous torture.

——Absolutely right, this feeling, I am indeed a descendant of the Shuheberil clan!

He had read some records about how the Shuheberil family suppressed rebellions and slaughtered opponents in the last years of the dynasty. Their favorite method was to prolong the war, gradually consume the enemy's supplies and will while ensuring that their own side would not be adversely affected, and eventually force the enemy to a state of mental collapse and infighting.

——You want to use a protracted war to consume my fighting power? You’re just dreaming!

"Infantry, fall back! Priests, provide support!"

Without any questions or delays, all the infantrymen immediately retreated to the second line, guarding against the direction of Collettes Shuheberil while beginning to be alert to the surrounding jungles to prevent the possibility of the enemy launching a sneak attack from all sides and disrupting the battle situation. They knew very well that their weapons and armor would be useless in front of the enemy, so they would not rush forward again, which would instead make the commander feel constrained.

On the contrary, the priests who stayed behind began to hold up their scepters, letting the red light of war and blood shine, and chanted praises to the honorable name of Hasar, the god of war and hunting.

In the previous raid, in the darkness before the appearance of the Mummy Lord Colettes Shuheberil, most people were so terrified by the unspeakable feeling of oppression and the howling sound that pierced deep into their souls that they trembled all over and were unable to move. Even so, there were still a few people who were not affected by this situation, they were not afraid, not terrified, and did not retreat.

They are servants of the God of War, they are apostles who shepherd all the lambs of war in the world for the God of War. The only thing they can fear is the true God and war itself. They should not bow down to anything else, nor be afraid of any other existence, not to mention that the other party is evil, an absolutely unforgivable undead creature.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

There were only a few priests left, but the tracer bullets they released together seemed to form a net of bullets. After Roy von Ivanov took a step back, they directly enveloped the skinny corpse of the Mummy Lord. Those light spots seemed to have neither mass nor heat, but after sticking to the bandaged corpse, they made a sound as if corroding or burning, and emitted a burnt smell like burning firewood.

--good chance!

Even though most of the light bullets seemed to be blocked by the thick and dirty bandages and had little effect, a few of them still managed to cause damage to the Mummy Lord, slightly slowing down its movements.

"follow up!"

The three priests seemed to have predicted that Roy would give such an order. Their long-term experience of being commanded and specially trained allowed them to automatically form a course of action that belonged to Roy von Ivanov's battle ideas in their minds most of the time, and implement them the moment Roy gave the order. The scepters in their hands shone with blood-red light, and the force field weapons formed by the "Spirit Weapon" magic replaced the original mundane alloy scepters, allowing those who did not have enchanted weapons to directly hurt the mummy lord in front of them.

One on the left and two on the right, Roy von Ivanov rushed from the center, and attacks from three directions attacked the direction of the Mummy Lord!

The four weapons hit the skeletal body at the same time, but the feeling from their hands made the four of them feel uneasy.

——Missed?!

No, it was a direct hit. The flame-forged sword pierced straight into the body of the mummy lord, burning the dirty bandages to a crisp. Even so, Roy did not feel any stabbing sensation in his hand. It was like a sword inserted into the air or into a pool of water, with nothing underneath the tip of the sword. The other three priests also encountered the same situation. The scepters in their hands directly smashed the bandages into a dent, as if there was nothing inside, empty.

puff--

The body of the Mummy Lord collapsed.

No, it wasn't a collapse. Under those bandages, there was no longer any blood, flesh, or bones, no longer any rotten pus, only a pool of gravel that had been squeezed into a human shape. After the attack hit, the gravel burst apart, creating a blinding hurricane, and flew to the side under the small tornado. The bandages lost their human shape and turned into a long, dirty, weird linen belt. Then, as the tornado dissipated, it wrapped up the gravel again and condensed into a human shape again.

--Oops!

Before Roy could react, a ball of extremely dirty fire that shone with a dim green light had already sprung up in front of him. In an instant, it turned into a cold pillar of flame, enveloping the figures of the two priests. Their shrill screams came out from the ball of green fire, but disappeared in a moment. When the flames faded, only two charred skeletons were left. They struggled as if they were still alive, and fell forward, breaking into charcoal blocks on the ground.

The remaining priest was about to raise the holy emblem and chant the name of the God of War. In his sight, the Mummy Lord raised his palm and clenched it into a fist as if he had grasped something.

His consciousness scattered and it was difficult to gather it again for a while. His body could not move and his brain could not form any thoughts. Roy wanted to swing his sword to stop him, but Collettes Shuheberil was faster than him. He had already swung a punch, and like wiping away soap bubbles, the priest's head exploded into a pool of blood foam. The broken flesh, eyeballs and brain paste were inlaid on the tree trunk behind him, forming a weird abstract picture.

"careful!"

Roy had just warned when another heavy infantryman was smashed into pulp by the mummy lord's bony fist. The pulp quickly decayed and eventually turned into a pool of thick water.

The distance between the two sides was not far, but in a life-and-death fight, this distance was able to bring a considerable degree of influence, so that when Roy swung the flame-forged sword at the Mummy Lord, it was blocked. When the situation entered a stalemate again, the few remaining guards had been slaughtered, leaving only a pile of rotten remains that were no longer human.

“Asshole…!”

This scene made Roy furious, and even the blade in his hand became faster. Every time the flame-forged sword intersected with the palm and wrist of the Mummy Lord, it would lift up a piece of bandage and flesh, bringing out an unpleasant smell of burning. Even if they were only superficial injuries, they could still hurt the Mummy Lord itself, instead of just brushing past its defense and returning empty-handed.

However, this is actually a disadvantage!

If this goes on, the two sides will end in a protracted stalemate. It seems that the two sides are evenly matched, and it can even be said that Roy von Ivanov, who has relatively weak hard power, has the upper hand in a sense. But as long as you look at Collettes Shukhberil's grinning rotten jaws and the expression that seems to be smiling, you will know that this is exactly what he wants. If Roy can only hold on, he cannot escape or recover, his physical strength is limited, and he has fewer resources. In the end, he will definitely be the loser.

There was a sound coming from the distance, which seemed to be getting louder and louder. The sound was quite unfamiliar to Roy, and the distance seemed to be quite far, so it was impossible to judge what the sound was. Of course, unless someone in the forest stronghold managed to escape and formed a guerrilla force, it could not be their own reinforcements, so it was quite likely to be other undead creatures.

This situation made Roy even more restless, but he suppressed it and focused his thoughts on the fight in front of him.

The long sword was lifted up and slashed diagonally, leaving a flaw. Roy's flame-forged long sword stabbed straight at the head of the Mummy Lord.

when!

Hit—no, bitten!

The rotten jaws were almost burning, and thick smoke continued to billow out from the contact points. At the cost of serious injuries, Colettes Shuheberil bit the sword in Roy von Ivanov's hand with his mouth!

——Tsk!

In this way, the fake flaw became a real flaw. If it were an ordinary swordsman, this would be enough to become a fatal disadvantage. However, Roy's body suddenly paused, and the long sword slid out of the mouth of the Mummy Lord at a strange angle as if it had life, and then slashed down.

Before Colettes Shuheberil could turn into a sandstorm, the long sword had already slashed across its chest, deeply cutting through the dirty bandages and the dry, half-rotten flesh and bones underneath, emitting a strong smell of burning.

Plop, plop, plop.

After one heartbeat, Roy's heart beat twice in succession without a break.

The long sword in his hand turned and swung at a speed that was almost impossible for ordinary people to achieve, and then he stabbed it upwards with his backhand!

puff--

The flame-forged blade penetrated directly into the shriveled chest cavity, into the position where an ordinary person's heart is located. With Roy von Ivanov's stabbing and twisting, the chest cavity of the Mummy Lord began to burn fiercely. The flame that had condensed into a blade seemed to have gained vitality again, began to flow, began to cheer, and began to crackle and burn.