While Roland's side was in trouble, the battle in the Haletdam generation's ruins was becoming fiercer and fiercer.
"If your mission fails, use that blood-red signal flare, and we can immediately prepare for a large-scale retreat."
This was what Roland had told Timlad before he left. It was evident that although Timlad had high hopes for his adventuring team and had sent enough reinforcements, Timlad lacked confidence in his team's victory.
"Actually, I should have gone with you, but if I left, there definitely wouldn't be anyone left alive here …"
Roland's expression was filled with regret. Perhaps his decision would have saved more people, but it might not have been the correct strategy. From the very start, the seemingly peaceful ruins were the most important. No matter how the Undead Emperors fought, it would be impossible to solve this problem.
Even if Conservation failed, that wouldn't mean that the Undead Calamity would end here. The Undead Emperor Tower Spirit, who was the mastermind behind the scenes, could easily use the Undead Calamity again. For example, they could find another Undead Emperor or Elemental Lord to make another sacrifice and cause another undead invasion or Elemental Calamity.
Not dealing with the root cause of the Undead Calamity would be akin to treating the symptoms but not the root cause. Roland understood this quite clearly. That was why even though Starwood City's frontlines were under so much pressure, he still sent Timlad and the others to attack the Undead Calamity.
The Undead Calamity's direct victory naturally attracted the Undead Emperor Tower Spirit's attention and troops. The Undead Emperor Tower Spirit sent all the war puppets it had created earlier to its allies as reinforcements. It could be said that the Undead Emperor Tower Spirit's current defense was at its weakest ever.
Even so, Catalina and the others' ambush wasn't going well. Before the Undead Emperor Tower Spirit reacted, things had been going quite smoothly. But as time passed, and the adventuring team was getting closer and closer to the core, the Undead Emperor Tower Spirit sent more and more guards from the other floors. And so, more and more obstacles appeared in front of the adventuring team.
All sorts of strange war puppets kept jumping out from every corner. Perhaps they wouldn't be able to attack Catalina, but they wouldn't hold back against anyone else. Now that the adventuring team was surrounded by moving metal obstacles, they could only try to break through with real weapons.
In the face of danger, the mercenaries, who were used to bloodshed, had no room to retreat. They all knew that when enemies met on a narrow path, only the brave would emerge victorious. Stopping and holding back at this moment would mean death.
Mercenaries were not very useful in large battles, but they were often experts in small-scale battles. At this time, a battle formation was much safer than fighting on their own.
Under the command of their leader, they formed a temporary team. The Warriors and Knight classes were at the front, blocking the Metal Golems' attacks, while the Archers and low-level Mages were at the back. The few Priests used their Divine Spells in the most limited areas.
The most eye-catching was the Magic Knight from the North.
Mary's magic sword flickered with colorful brilliance. It was like a brush drawing with the sky as its blueprint. Different elements with different colors formed beautiful patterns, such as a fire phoenix facing the sky, a wind lion roaring, or a rock tortoise standing firm.
And after the pattern was formed, it would turn into a living magical attack in the next moment.
The Fire Phoenix Sword Seal spewed out a sea of fire. Then, the Wind Tiger exploded and blew out a whirlwind. The fire increased the power of the wind, and the sea of fire suddenly rose more than a meter high and spread to both sides. Meanwhile, the rock tortoise shattered into mysterious runes, blessing the armor of the frontline soldiers.
Along the way, Mary's Four Elemental Swordcaster had used over a hundred high-level sword seals. Apart from showing the advantages of this new class, which combined blessing, defense, and attack into one, it also made others sigh at how deep her wallet was. She had even more backup energy.
And her partner, the Anti-Holy Knight Tiana, was in a bad situation. Her ability was good at dealing with magic, supernatural, and elemental existences. The Metal Golems in front of her were heavily armed with metal, and it was difficult for her ability to reach the core. And if she were to use her physical body, which had lost the blessing of her supernatural abilities, to fight against the steel, it would really be a bit stupid.
Since her ability was countered, Tiana naturally retreated to the second line and became Catalina's bodyguard. And when she saw how tired Catalina was, she unhesitatingly carried Catalina as they advanced.
And judging from how she was still able to carry a person while wearing heavy armor and carrying a sword, it was obvious that she still had some energy left.
As Timlad ran, he kept muttering to himself as if he was calculating something. Considering his reputation and his previous performance, not only did no one criticize him for not doing his job, they even sent out a shield warrior to protect him.
The temporary leader of the mercenaries, Winston, was loudly shouting out directions to the mercenaries, while his old partner, the leader Barton, was charging at the front. This caused the mercenaries behind him to look at him in a new light.
"… He just retired from the frontline a few years ago, right? How did he become so much stronger?"
Warhammers and spears were both commonly seen heavy weapons on the battlefield. However, according to common sense, nobody would ever use them together, not even barbarians who were born with divine strength.
After all, one was a blunt weapon, while the other was a sharp weapon. One used kinetic energy to injure others, while the other used the sharpness of a blade to injure others. One was heavy and slow, while the other was light and quick. Even if you had the strength to wield a heavy weapon with one hand, and even if you were talented enough to use two weapons at the same time, the imbalance between the left and right would still be quite difficult to bear. When attacking, it would be easy for one's entire body to lose balance. Losing control of one's body on the battlefield would be the same as committing suicide.
But in Barton's hands, these two contradictory weapons were able to shine brilliantly.
"F * ck off!"
The irascible Barton swung the heavy weapons in his hands. His blue spear swept in all directions, forcing the steel guard puppet to continuously retreat. But the next instant, his pitch-black warhammer viciously smashed the unbalanced guard puppet into scrap metal.
Barton didn't use a ranger's extravagant swinging of his twin swords. He only carefully adjusted his footwork. Sometimes, he would sweep with his spear, but most of the time, he would use his sword energy to force back his opponents. Sometimes, he would use his warhammer to attack. The faint magical runes on his warhammer increased the power of his warhammer.
Barton's attacks weren't fixed. They moved as he wished, making them difficult to defend against. And when one attack was blocked, another attack would suddenly descend from the sky.
Sweeping with his spear, smashing with his warhammer, and killing with the tip of his spear after losing balance. These three simple and direct attacks allowed Barton to advance unstoppably.
In front of him, the metal puppets that were more than three meters tall were only slightly more expensive puppets. Not a single metal guardian had been able to block more than three of his attacks. Yet, even the half-undead, half-constructed bone giant before him was unable to block a single blow from his warhammer.
Barton was in high spirits. He wielded a weapon in each hand and glared at Barton like a tiger. Then, he began spinning on the spot, unleashing berserk sword energy that sent countless enemies flying.
"Blade Storm! It's a Sword Saint! "
One of Barton's companions shouted out the name of this technique, as well as Barton's current ability. His spinning swords created a storm of sword energy. Without a doubt, this was a Sword Saint's specialty.
Although this technique had the permanent side-effect of making one dizzy, it was indeed quite powerful. Roland especially liked this technique.
The length of Barton's two heavy weapons increased Blade Storm's destructive power. Barton's enemies' defenses were instantly destroyed. Barton and his companions continued fighting until they finally reached the stairs leading to the next level.
"There are still three more levels!"
Not long after walking down the stairs, everyone discovered that they were now on an open platform. Not far away was a flight of stairs leading to the next level.
Everyone couldn't help but smile when they saw that dawn was right in front of them. However, the moment that they took a step forward, the dim yellow lights all lit up. The white stone tiles on the ground were all glowing as if they were diamonds.
As they walked on the shiny tiles, they could see themselves as if they were mirrors.
Even the most reckless person would know that they couldn't easily enter such a place. Meanwhile, Catalina, who was drenched in sweat, immediately gave them instructions.
"Be careful, this is a spirit creature creation room … it's a training field for the guardian warriors to train in. As long as you enter, you'll be able to extract the strongest warrior from that person's memories. You'll be able to use the database to make up for the missing information and create a spirit warrior with the same impression. However, their energy is limited. As long as we repeatedly send the weakest person in, we'll be able to use up all of their energy … Father! "
Before she even finished speaking, Barton, who had just finished his Blade Storm and still hadn't regained his balance, took two steps forward. He was dizzy and didn't even have the time to listen to Barton's explanation before all the light enveloped him. The next moment, everything returned to normal.
However, not far away, a grayish-white figure walked out of the shadows. He wasn't very tall, and his blonde hair was covered in dust. His face was covered in a thick beard, making it impossible to see his face clearly. He didn't seem to have any frightening aura, and he wasn't even wearing armor. He only wore a tattered white cloak and held a wooden club as he stood there in a sloppy manner.
Not long ago, Barton was just a drunkard who only drank and fooled around. But for some reason, everyone felt that it would be impossible to take even half a step forward.
Everyone immediately froze over. However, the first person to speak up was the newly born spirit creature. Not only that, he spoke in an incredibly calm tone of voice.
"Um, I'm quite afraid of trouble. Let's all attack together."
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