Not long after the Hitman Walker left, Baiyi realized that something was wrong. Why did he let the Hitman Walker go? Although he did change into a camouflage suit that was suitable for infiltration, what was the point of that?
The others did not say anything, but they all knew what was going to happen next. The Blacksmith Walker found a small hill and set up his magical machine gun; the Lich Walker adjusted the green Saint Quartz staff in his hand; the Scholar Walker took out a bunch of scrolls and struggled to decide which one to use; and the Assassin Walker was the only one who smiled at Baiyi like an idiot.
Other than giggling and acting cute, can you do anything else? Baiyi cursed inwardly.
What happened next was as expected. After waiting for a while, they saw the Hitman return with a bunch of undead behind him.
"Why did I agree to his request in the first place?" Baiyi said with a bitter smile, and the black Book of Servitude appeared in his hand.
"You don't have to do anything. Leave it to us!" The Blacksmith Walker said, "Your spells are too loud, they'll attract more enemies!"
"That's right. Let us handle it." The Scholar had finally overcome her dilemma. She held a few scrolls in one hand and a teaching staff in the other. She looked eager to give it a try.
Actually, it's just that you haven't fought in a long time and want to exercise your muscles, right? Baiyi put away the Book of Servitude. There were only a few hundred undead following the Hitman Walker, so he decided to let them have their fun.
Only these old monsters would consider six versus hundreds as a warm-up exercise.
The Blacksmith Walker was the first to launch an attack. When the enemy was still a thousand meters away, the Blacksmith Walker fired off a series of roars and emptied its magazine in a matter of seconds. The glistening yellow bullet casings fell to the ground with a clatter. It looked like a real gun from Earth.
Magic bullets that looked like tracers swept across the sky, instantly turning the fastest Death Knights into beehives and shattering them into pieces.
"Humph! This was the romance of men, the romance of weapons! As expected, I like Earth better! "The Blacksmith said proudly as he removed the magazine, tossed it aside, and began to reload it.
How could there be a machine gun that could shoot 1000 meters on Earth? Since you want to learn, why don't you learn more like it? Baiyi was speechless. He picked up a bullet shell from the ground and compared it to the bullets beside it. He realized that the bullets were not gunpowder but small pieces of magical crystal that were used to charge the formation inside the machine gun. Due to the small amount of magical energy contained in the crystal, it was consumed in an instant, rendering the bullets useless.
No wonder the Blacksmith Guild offered to help the School of Magic and Alchemy process the Mana Crystal Shards. They were all used to make bullets. Furthermore, the size and thickness of these shells were all the same. They were probably made by hand, right? Who knew how many students he had forced to put in hard work to create such a huge box of magic bullets under the pretext of training his basic skills …
"Sir Hope, if you're bored, could you help me collect the scattered bullet casings?" The Blacksmith said without any hesitation. Although I've managed to make some simple stamping equipment and can start mass production, it's still quite time-consuming to make so many of them. It's not good to waste them … "
Don't you have any self-awareness at all? Wouldn't it be better to simply craft normal equipment? Why do you have to come up with these ridiculous things? Isn't the cost of your cosplay a little too high? Do you really like Earth's military equipment that much?! Baiyi was rendered speechless by the professional cosplayer. Compared to her, Lady Assassin Walker's level was nothing …
The Hitman Walker, who had been restraining himself due to Baiyi's request, realized that it was about time. He spun around, brandished his hungry-looking axe, and charged into the enemy's formation. The Hitman Walker's killing efficiency was much higher than the Blacksmith Guild's cosplay props. In the short time that the Blacksmith Guild was reloading the bullets, the undead fell to the Hitman Walker's axe.
"What's wrong with these people? How am I supposed to cast my magic? " The Scholar Walker grumbled under her breath. She had been chanting a large-scale spell to wipe out the undead army, but now that the Hitman Walker was trapped in the enemy's formation, she knew she could hurt her teammates. So, she had no choice but to stop her spell and focus on single-target spells to take out the undead knights and the skeletal behemoths.
"Be careful, everyone. I'm going to collect some samples, so be careful not to damage them," the Lich Walker said in a low voice. The Lich said in a low voice. The green Saint Quartz staff in his hand immediately glowed with a dark green light, forcefully controlling a Death Knight, a Skeletal Mammoth, and a few Specter Skeleton Soldiers. He then commanded this small group of creatures to detach from the main force and circle around in another direction.
Everyone else was warming up, except for Baiyi, who had nothing better to do. He looked up at the sky, and Lady Assassin Walker, who was staring at him with a silly grin.
'Just how much does this guy like me? Isn't a normal smile good? Why does it have to be a silly grin? Or … is this guy's smile more like a silly grin? ' Baiyi thought to himself as he stared at the dark clouds in the sky.
"Huh? The clouds are moving? " He saw a black cloud slowly approaching, so he raised a finger and said, "There's no wind, but the cloud is moving by itself?"
He expanded his psychic energy and scanned the dark cloud. His body stiffened, and he said to the others, "Hurry up! Take care of this! There's a little trouble coming!"
The dark cloud was not a cloud, but a swarm of skeletal dragons that blotted out the sky. There were a few other flying undead among them, and together, they formed the terrifying scene of a dark cloud looming over the city.
If they really had to fight, it would not be a bad idea. However, the most important thing right now was to investigate the matter of spatial transportation. Fighting these undead would only be a waste of time, so it was better to avoid them for now.
Upon hearing Baiyi's order, the Voidwalkers immediately went all out and killed the small group of undead in the blink of an eye. Among them, the Lich Walker contributed the most. It forcibly took control of a large group of undead and ordered them to disintegrate on their own. It was an effortless and stealthy way to end the battle.
To the undead, their greatest threat was not the clergy of the Church, but the Demigod Lich Walker, who was even scarier.
Following the Lich Walker's suggestion, the Voidwalkers rode on the skeletal mammoth and retreated into the distance.
By the time the dark cloud reached the battlefield, the Voidwalkers had already disappeared without a trace with Lady Assassin Walker's help.
A bone dragon with a skeleton on its back left the formation and slowly descended. Meanwhile, the unique-looking skeleton on its back seemed to be a little impatient. It suddenly disintegrated on its own, shattering into a pile of bone shards in the air. It looked like it had killed itself after waiting for too long.
However, on the ground, a large pile of bones that the Voidwalkers had dismantled began to move on their own. They quickly pieced together and formed a new skeleton. The remaining parts formed a crown on its head, a set of armor, and a white bone sword in its hand.
The crowned skeleton that had just changed into a new body stretched its neck, producing a series of crisp cracking sounds. Two wisps of green flames appeared in its two pitch-black eye sockets. It lowered its head and looked at the debris all over the ground. Its chin moved as if it wanted to say something, but no sound came out of its mouth.
When it reached its hand into its mouth and adjusted its hyoid bone, it finally managed to speak. "Escaped."
A cold voice came from behind it. "Heh heh heh, Galthre. You still haven't changed your habit of changing your body? As a King, you're such a disgrace. "
The skeleton turned around and saw that the empty air had begun to distort, and a large, tattered spirit emerged. It waved its claws, which were larger than its body, and continued to mock the skeleton in front of it. "And you've even lost the enemy. Heh heh, what a pity. The Great Emperor will never like an incompetent person like you."
In the face of its companion's mockery, the green flames in the crowned skeleton's eyes flickered. It said, "At least I'm cleaner than you. But you, Charma, as the King of Phantoms, are you only capable of doing the work of a spy?"
"Hmph! This is a sign that I've earned the Great Emperor's trust! " Wraith replied in a displeased tone. "There's no point in saying such pointless nonsense. While your slow-moving skeletons were on their way here, my Wraith subordinates had already secretly followed the invaders. They're waiting for me to reap their lives."
The skeleton lowered its head and looked at the devastated battlefield. It sneered disdainfully and asked, "With that pile of air of yours? I don't think you can defeat the enemies who are still fighting here. Tell me where they are. "
"Maybe my spirits aren't good at dealing with skeletons like you, but for the living, they're definitely a terrible nightmare that they can't get rid of. Now, my spirits have surrounded them and are waiting for me to come over." The huge King of Phantoms said confidently. It did not intend to waste any more words with the skeleton king and disappeared into thin air again.
When it arrived at the location pointed out by its subordinates, it reappeared in the air. Two spirits were flying in front of it. They were the two spirits it had sent to follow the enemies.
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