Chapter 6 (2/2)

“Be on guard,” said Knight Byron, who was walking with Amber at the front of the pack, as he seemed to have sensed something as well. Unsheathing his steel broadsword, he casually brushed his other hand along the blade, and the blade was illuminated with a bright light. “You three, guard the rear.”

Shwing! The three soldiers were ready to battle. Though they had only the most basic combat class, they had, after all, managed to live through defending against the monsters. As soldiers trained by the Cecil Clan themselves, their current fearlessness and composure quickly alleviated the nervousness in Amber and Betty, the maidservant who was at the center of the group.

Though the passageway was long, it would soon lead to its end. On both sides of the stone walls, the spirit subduing stones embedded every ten meters that marked the tomb area came to an end. Something like a crossroad with a more open space appeared up ahead.

This was the intersection of the tomb and the castle’s underground system. It was also the center of the network of ancient hidden passageways.

Amber pointed to one of the paths at the crossroad and said, “That’s where I came in from. It leads to a dry well outside the castle, but it’s probably occupied by monsters now.”

Gawain looked to Herti. “Where is west?”

Herti drew a simple magic symbol in the air, and the symbol turned into a glowing ribbon, waving as it pointed to certain direction.

“Over there,” Gawain said, but just as his voice fell, he suddenly sensed danger.

Before he could even give it a thought, his seasoned body had already reacted. With almost pure instinct, he raised the Sword of Pioneers in a parrying motion, and he immediately felt a shock through the sword as though he was hit by a hammer.

His body shook a little, but he steadied himself. Then the attacker finally appeared before everyone. With what seemed like faint murmurings, three tall, swaying figures came walking out from one of the dark tunnels at the crossroad!

They definitely did not look like something out of the natural world. They were more like the monsters that were created and put together using the dark arts of necromancers and warlocks. At nearly three meters tall, they were like shriveled and deformed giants, but their bodies were made of mud-like amorphous substance. The mud-like substance undulated and bubbled on the surface of their bodies and occasionally exposed the red skeleton underneath.

“Ah!” Rebecca exclaimed immediately upon seeing the three monsters while Betty bit her lip as though she could be frightened to tears at any time. Herti raised her staff and stamped it on the ground, casting out a weak buff of clarity which lowered the effect of fear that the monsters had inflicted on everyone. And she quickly said to Gawain, “Ancestor, these are the monsters!”

Gawain had already recovered from the shock of his first encounter with these non-human monsters, his mind bringing up a memory related to this. “It’s these things?!”

The three monsters had already launched their attack again. They were making murmuring sounds as though they were talking in their sleep. Two of the monsters rushed toward Gawain at the same time while the other one raised his arm, conjuring dark energy that condensed into an arrow in front of him. The next moment, the arrow flew straight for Amber, who was standing at the front of the group!

“Wah!” Amber let out a short cry as she immediately shrunk back into the shadow behind Knight Byron. In the next moment, she appeared in another shadow ten meters away. Raising his illuminated broadsword, Knight Byron let out a roar, and he went forth to take on one of the incoming monsters.

“Herti, Rebecca, take the one that can shoot shadow arrows! Try not to use arcane magic, arcane magic is pretty much useless against these things! Amber, you and the soldiers protect the spellcaster!” Gawain shouted. With a swing of his longsword, he boldly rushed forward.

He had never wielded a sword to battle before.

He also had never before seen any non-human monsters either.

Despite having gone through transmigration and resurrection, this was the first time he had set foot upon the soils of this other world.

Thus, in that moment, he had absolutely no clue what he could do with the remnant fighting ability in this body, the combat knowledge that did not even belong to him, and an ancient longsword that had lost its magical energy.

But often, fate would not leave you in a circumstance of your own choosing.

You are standing here, and the monsters are standing there. With nowhere else to run, an antique sword in your hand, a shield which you might have if it had not been lost a hundred years ago by a good-for-nothing descendant, what else can you do?

F*ck them! F*ck them up!

Is this not just an aberration?

Seven hundred years ago, Gawain Cecil could take on a hundred of them single-handedly!

Could I not take on just the three of them?