Chapter 153 Watch Your Step

It was hard for Lynch to imagine that hundreds of years had been spent by vampires marking time.

Of course, it may have studied the relics for hundreds of years.

This habit reminded Lynch of a special bloodline, the vampires of the Nicolachi family.

Blood Dragon is good at mastering weapon skills, Castain has extraordinary personal charm and varied abilities, and Nicolachi is better at controlling the power of magic.

Unlike Castaing, who stirs up trouble everywhere, and the wandering blood dragon, Nikolachi often hides outside of civilization.

They are the reclusive masters of the dark arts! Creators of monsters, inventors of new magic.

Thanks to the research of the original Nikolaiki, they are not afraid of silver and wooden thorns, and the weaknesses of other vampires are no longer fatal to them.

Of course, these solitary freaks are becoming more and more perverted, and to them, madness is the norm.

Vampires always have to fight their own hunger and thirst, otherwise hunger and thirst will overwhelm their reason, and their slender bodies will turn into huge beast bodies, and the wise Midnight Noble will turn into a bloodthirsty sky demon who only knows how to drink.

Nicholas is the best example of someone who is enslaved by hunger and thirst.

Their pursuit of magic did not quench their blood thirst, and many a Nicholas died in madness, stabbed in the back by their apprentices.

If it was a descendant of Nicolachi causing trouble, then everything would be explained.

Lynch shared his views, but the only ones who knew the secrets of the vampires were Tigris and his apprentices.

Even witch hunters who often fight against the undead think that what Lynch said is a fantasy.

Lynch was used to the ignorance of the Imperials, so he ignored the Sigmar believers who were talking to themselves and began to discuss important matters with Teclis.

Soon, the explorers reached the end of the road, and the sound of waves interrupted Lynch's conversation with the wizard.

On the beach, among the sand wet by the sea water, headless white bones were half submerged in the sand.

The bones are like shells on the beach, dotting the beach.

The witch hunter raised his torch, illuminating the piles of bones. The shocking scene made him shiver all over.

There was not a trace of flesh and blood left on these bones, but before dark, they were still living people.

It was hard for Glenn to imagine what kind of sinister force could skin and bone thousands of people in just one hour.

The Archmage raised the Sword of Teclis as a warning, preventing the explorers from approaching the bones.

Obviously, Necromancer won't waste good material.

Lynch stood at the front of the team. He was best at dealing with unexpected situations. The archmage was carefully protected in the center by other warriors.

Lynch was keenly aware of the trembling of the white bones. They seemed to be responding to something, trembling in a strange rhythm.

In the darkness, the sound of human crawling suddenly appeared.

Like a dying person, he was trying to use his hands to move his immobile lower body.

There were frequent rustling sounds coming from deep in the jungle. The soldiers didn't have to wait too long before a group of skinny zombies revealed their grotesque bodies from among the vegetation.

They surrounded the warriors, and the bones were still trembling.

Lynch recklessly smashed one of the skeletons, but the broken bone fragments only made the noise more intense.

Before Lynch could rush towards the zombie, discordant sounds appeared in the waves.

A low, hoarse incantation sounded from the sky, echoing the trembling of bones on the beach.

Teclis countered the enemy's spell without hesitation, but the next moment, the strange sound of a bat chanting sounded again.

The archmage activated the Scroll of Hoeth and directly broke the enemy's magic.

The vampires became completely quiet until corpses began to rise from the sea and the curse of the dead did not appear again.

Lynch lit up the scepter and it swept the coast like a whirlwind. The dead returning from the sea returned to the ocean in an orderly manner before they even came ashore.

The witch hunter pulled out his musket, but found that the gunpowder had already been damp, so he could only take out the crossbow to disturb the zombie monster.

The dwarf slapped his armor, causing the silver hanging on it to vibrate violently.

Relying on his excellent equipment, he ran directly into the group of zombie monsters.

Swordmaster Hoeth assisted his mentor and cooperated with Teclis to kill one thin ghost after another.

After losing the magical assistance of the vampires, these summoned monsters were unable to affect the elite warriors at all.

At a certain moment, the trembling of the bones suddenly reached its peak.

Lynch heard a loud noise coming from underground, and his hunting sense depicted the shape of the monster for Lynch.

He was standing on the monster's back, and the entire beach was on the monster's shell.

This is a dragon turtle that died of old age on the coast. A long period of time buried its body, but today it was cruelly awakened again.

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After the monster awoke, thousands of bones stopped trembling and shattered neatly into powder.

The ground shook violently, and the elf, relying on its excellent balance, stood firm among the shaken sand and stood firmly on the back of the undead turtle.

Dwarves and humans do not possess such remarkable dexterity.

Lynch melted a small hole in the turtle shell and fell into the turtle body. At the same time, he saw two unlucky guys landing in the distance.

Before the lizard man had time to continue observing, he grabbed the bones at the connection between the dragon turtle's two forelimbs and climbed to its spine.

The scepter emitted a dazzling arc of light, melting the huge spine into air.

The skeleton dragon head that had just poked out of the turtle shell suddenly slid out of the turtle shell, and two spiritual fires floated in its empty eye sockets. It seemed that it didn't understand what was happening.

Humans and dwarves fell into the sand and were almost buried by the dust.

Before they could struggle to climb out of the heavy sand, the turtle body that was standing up a second ago fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising another wave of wet sand.

The seawater that was about to flow into the pit was pushed away, and the humans and dwarves, calling upon the gods of various faiths, were buried in the sand and fed on gravel.

Glenn poked his head out. He wasn't sure if his old friend had suffocated to death. Sorian was at a disadvantage in this situation.

Fortunately, Teclis's spells were always extremely fast, and the strong wind blew away the sand and brought the suffering dwarves and humans onto the turtle shells.

It was not until this time that Glenn saw the lizard man fighting with the undead head on the south side.

The part of its body that the dragon turtle could still control could only jump and bite on the shore like a snake, but it was still unable to do anything to the nimble lizardmen.

It turns out that having a huge body alone is not scary. Glenn remembered the bullfighting competitions he had watched. The lizard man was like a bullfighter, teasing the huge skeleton dragon head with ease.

When Glenn finished spitting out the sand, the lizard man also ended his performance.

The huge skeleton skull was melted and cut into pieces. Looking at the lizardmen returning from afar, Glenn felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Sometimes, traveling with monsters is a good thing, because other evil demons who overestimate their own capabilities will all become the monsters' prey.

Although he is a little barbaric, aren't ancient gods like Ulric and Tal equally barbaric?

The witch hunters completely let go of their grudges and accepted the residents of the new world.

(End of this chapter)