People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

"Damn... there's no place to stay!"

Just when Blaze didn't know what to do with the lost dead below, suddenly a dazzling light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the camp as if it were daytime.

"Rhine?!"

Blaze jumped onto a tall wooden platform and looked up, only to see Reinhardt standing in front of the camp gate holding a pyroxene staff.

Several lost dead discovered Reinhardt's whereabouts and turned around to deal with him.

But just as the long sword swung, a red-orange Kalia magic sword swept across their bodies.

The invisible thing should not have died again, but it was evaporated and disappeared the moment it was touched by the magic power of the sun.

"...the mere dead dare to walk before the sun, to rise from their graves and form a procession...

Is this too arrogant?"

Reinhardt's low voice was like his heavy footsteps as he stepped into the camp step by step, but with every step he took, the lost dead would involuntarily step back a little.

It was as if they had met their natural enemy, and as if they were frightened by the aura he exuded.

But no matter which point, it shows that this group of dead people are afraid.

Fear of Reinhardt's existence.

"Oh? Do you know what horror is?"

Reinhardt calmly looked at the group of dead in front of him. The pale skeleton figures made his eyes full of pity.

“How pitiful…”

When he looked at the corpses of the headless knights, he felt a bit regretful.

What a pity, these guys got the advantage.

How dare you talk nonsense to Lani? You really don’t know how to write the word death. Where does the light of the Black Spire of Hefen point to, right?

He shook his head helplessly, raised the pyroxene staff in his hand again and shook it slightly.

Magic from the sky!

As the red emblem of the Kalia royal family flashed, a magic ball slowly floated into the sky, higher and farther than his starlight.

Magic crystals imbued with the power of the sun poured down like a torrential rain, sweeping across the earth.

Whoosh whoosh—

The moment those lost dead came into contact with the crystals, they melted away like spring snow encountering the scorching sun, disappearing into thin air.

The army of the dead that had been a headache just a few seconds ago had now completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared. All that was left were traces of the magic crystal exploding on the ground, and the corpses of dozens of bandits and cuckoos.

"How, how is this possible?! Who is this guy?! The lost dead I summoned just disappeared like that?!"

On the other side of the camp, a figure standing by a rock not far away cried out in surprise when he saw this scene, and even the strange-looking hand axe in his hand was a little unsteady.

He was the one who instigated the summoning of the lost dead, and he was one of the bandits.

However, although his scream was covered by the strong wind, it was still clearly captured by Reinhardt and Blaze.

Turning around, she met his gaze.

"Oh my, look what I found?

A wild remnant of a bandit."

tutu.jpg

53. Luo Zesi's Hand Axe (Part )

"I'm warning you, don't come over here!"

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, the man retreated tremblingly with an axe in his hand.

This is the man's last trump card. He is not as strong as his fellow bandits in terms of martial arts. If he didn't have this axe, he would have been left dead in the wilderness.

He also found this hand axe that could summon the lost dead in an underground tomb. He escaped with the axe after a narrow escape.

As for how to use this axe, as well as the death rituals and the lost dead, he heard about it from a magician named Gorris, who also taught him how to use it.

It is said that the ancient death curse should be brought back to light.

But now, this invincible magic weapon seems to be completely useless in front of these people, especially the tall and burly man.

"Be careful, that should be the ceremonial axe of 'Death Guide' Rosses." Blaze narrowed his eyes and looked at the hand axe in the moonlight and reminded.

"Ah."

Letina, who was riding on the wolf's back, nodded, then patted Robert's back, signaling it to move to the side and try to block the opponent's retreat.

"So it's a ritual axe. I thought it was that old thing, Gris..."

Reinhardt thought with little interest.

Rosse's ceremonial axe is indeed an ancient object, but it's not from Gris, which is really a pity. He really wants that old thing to drop some gold coins.

However, Rosse's ceremonial axe is also a good substitute, at least much better than the knight's greatsword he used before.

In just this short moment, he had already decided on the hand axe.

However, not everyone listened to Blaze's advice, for example, Darriwell suddenly rushed over.

"Dariwell!...That guy..." Blaze frowned deeply, holding the royal sword in his backhand, ready to rescue at any time.

After all, the Hound Knight is not a real hound, but a knight who pursues the enemy. Moreover, he just suffered such a great loss at the hands of that group of lost dead, how could he possibly swallow that anger?

"Don't, don't come over here!!!"

Seeing the black shadow flashing and approaching him, the man quickly raised the ritual axe in his hand, spreading out white ripples, as pale as dry bones, and rang out a sound similar to the soul-calling bell.

"Dariwell, retreat quickly!!!"

By the time Blaze shouted this, it was too late.

The hand axe had already fallen, chopping hard on the ground and kicking up some dirt.

Although the axe did not hit Darriwell, several lost dead figures suddenly appeared around Darriwell, and countless swords and shadows fell.

swish swish—

Darriwell, who has an extremely sensitive sense of smell, naturally has a very good sense of danger. The moment the knife fell, his figure began to flash, and he dodged quickly with the hound step.

But because there were too many attacks, he was still hit by one or two swords.

Moreover, the attacks of this group of dead ghosts seem to be able to penetrate the outer layer of solid armor and hit the flesh directly.

When his figure reappeared, streams of bright red blood flowed from under the armor on his arm.

"Hey, Darriwell, are you okay?"

Blaze hurried over to check on Darryl's injuries, but fortunately they were only minor wounds and would be fine after a little treatment and rest.

“Hahahahaha, did you see that?! You weaklings! The power of the dead is endless!!! Hahahahaha!!!”

The man was like a madman, waving the ceremonial axe in his hand and laughing wildly, almost insane.

It seemed that the injury to Darrell had boosted his self-confidence again.

"This is really nonsense..." Seeing the other party's crazy behavior, Reinhardt shook his head in worry. "It seems that bad kids need to be taught a lesson."

"Wait a minute, Rhine! Don't go over there yet!"

Blaze tried to call out to him, but Reinhardt turned around and gave Blaze a confident, hearty smile: "Leave it to me, I'm good at educating this kind of lunatic."

When talking about this, Blaze remembered the previous rumors about Reinhardt.

One person faced a group of epileptic patients and killed all of them without suffering any harm.

So he nodded seriously: "Then I'll leave it to you."

After getting Blaze's approval, he looked at the somewhat hunched man in front of him again and strode towards him with his head held high.

"Is it you this time?! Are you going to challenge the ancient death too?!"

"Death? Talking about death in front of the sun, you seem rather arrogant."

Reinhardt spoke lightly, his eyes full of pity.

You dare to talk about death with the help of a death ritual axe... Do you take the dead bird and the dead prince seriously?

Oh, by the way, the eldest prince Godwin is not dead yet, so it’s okay.

"Damn it, damn bastard!"

The man raised the ceremonial axe again, and the familiar white ripples appeared on it again.

"Go to hell! Wail under the attacks of the dead!!!"

Boom!

This time, the man seemed to be venting the fear and anger that overflowed in his heart. The force of the axe he brought down was much stronger, and there were also many lost dead people floating around him. He summoned nearly ten of them in one breath.

The man seemed to be hollowed out, his body becoming more hunched, just like a person suffering from dementia after the magic ring was broken.

Is this the price of ritual?

Reinhardt came to this conclusion after observing the man's changes.

He had no intention of paying any attention to the lost dead that appeared around him, and just let them hack at him.

To be exact, there was really no need to pay attention to it. Before the blade even touched Reinhardt's body, it melted like spring snow and transformed into a faint black and white spiritual fire and disappeared.

"How, how is this possible? I don't believe it!!!"

As if struck, the man swung his axe frantically, summoning again and again.

And his body became weaker and weaker, until he was completely unable to move.

But no matter how many dead bodies were summoned, they could not harm Reinhardt in the slightest.

"This is inevitable. How dare a mere lost lamb compete with the blazing sun?"

Reinhardt had already walked up to the man, looking down at the hunched man like an ant, waving his fist.

The man was still gasping for breath when he suddenly felt a burst of heat. Before he could react, he felt a pain in his chest and then his whole body flew up.

thump—

A single punch landed on the man, leaving his left eye on guard and his right eye on patrol. He vomited blood, and after a brief moment of levitation, he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Oh, why are you kneeling on the ground? Did you drop your rune?" Reinhardt's voice was slightly sarcastic, and he tilted his head and said jokingly, "You agreed to let me experience ancient death? Is this not enough?"

Originally the man was unable to move, but these four consecutive mocking questions made him burst out with strength from nowhere, and he actually stood up tremblingly, supporting himself with the axe.

But before he could utter any arrogant words, the second attack had already arrived.

boom--

A whip kick hit the chest again, kicking the man hard into the other side of the rock.

"Are you trying to humiliate me, you bastard?"

A fierce look flashed in Reinhardt's eyes, and he quickly chased after him. His figure disappeared, and only a dazzling light was emitted from behind the rock.

"Lord Blaze..."

Letina on the side tried to say something, but Blaze stopped her with a shake of his head. "We're no longer needed here. Let's go back and check on the situation in the camp first."

There are still supplies transported by Dujuan that have not been checked. Compared with this, this side is not that important.

Having said that, he led Letina and Darriwell back.

But before leaving, he took a deep look at the rocks over there. He seemed to have guessed the fate of the man who used the ritual axe.

tutu.jpg

54. Dujuan Wants to Revolt? (Fourth Update)

boom--

A sparkling pyroxene was smashed to pieces by the pyroxene hammer.