The enemies suddenly appeared after the team entered a corridor that led straight into the darkness - and their numbers seemed endless.

A sharp sound of breaking air came from the side, and a scimitar was slashing towards his neck at a fierce angle. Lawrence leaned back at the critical moment and grabbed the arm holding the scimitar. A dark green flame instantly rose from the edge of his palm, burning a monster wearing a navy uniform and with a longitudinally split head into ashes. Before he could react, several consecutive gunshots rang out from the opposite side.

The gunshot came from a crawling monster that suddenly crawled out of the gutter. The monster had a human-like upper body, but its lower body was a pile of wriggling, undulating, deformed internal organs. In its hand, it was holding a "rifle" that seemed to be made of bones and flesh. The muzzle of the rifle, which was obviously a wrong product no matter how you looked at it, was spewing flames.

Lawrence's eyes focused instantly, and the time around him seemed to slow down. He felt that his eyesight was countless times better than that of ordinary people at this moment. He could even clearly see the trajectory of the bullet flying towards him - the next moment, he twisted his body and dodged the bullet flying towards him at an unimaginable angle and posture.

He dodged three times and was hit by six bullets.

"Damn monster!" The old captain cursed loudly at the sharp pain, then raised the revolver in his hand and fired two shots at the monster.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest, and saw several shocking bullet holes that had torn the flesh there. However, under the burning of the ghost fire, the translucent spiritual flesh was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is not fatal, but it will cause severe pain and fatigue. The power of the flame seems to be gradually depleted - it is still full at the moment, but it is hard to say whether it will ever run out.

Around Lawrence, his fully armed subordinates were still fighting - these sailors, whose bodies were wrapped in ghostly flames, had already realized that they were temporarily immortal, and their fighting style was becoming more ferocious. They used their guns, bayonets, and daggers to fend off the monsters that could never be killed, while trying their best to advance deeper into the corridor.

However, like Lawrence himself, everyone was still not used to their current "spiritual" state, let alone controlling those ghost flames. These sailors who accidentally gained immortality were just squandering their physical strength and firepower. The battle in the entire sewer corridor had become so chaotic that it was impossible to watch directly.

Therefore, even if they had bodies that could regenerate, they could only advance at an unbearably slow pace surrounded by endless monsters, with no hope of breaking out.

The only one at the scene who was not affected by the ghost flames was the mummy - Anomaly 077 was also fighting. He brandished two scimitars and moved across the battlefield with a nimbleness that was totally inconsistent with his identity as a mummy, charging back and forth like the wind. If it weren't for his greatly enhanced eyesight, Lawrence even doubted that he would not be able to catch up with the mummy's movements.

But now his eyesight was far superior to that of an ordinary person, so the speed of Anomaly 077 did not seem so outrageous in Lawrence's eyes. He could clearly see the mummy bypassing every ferocious-looking monster and moving through safe routes on the battlefield. The scimitar in its hand flew up and down, and after chopping for half an hour, it was still as good as new - the blade had not even touched anything.

The "sailor" was just running around in the corridor waving his two swords, and his shouting was louder than anyone else's.

"I'll clear the way with my scimitar!" The mummy's hoarse voice echoed in the corridor, accompanied by the whistling sound of the blade cutting through the air. "These ugly and blasphemous things are no match for me!"

Lawrence took a big step forward and grabbed the neck of the "sailor" who was about to charge from the side. His strength at the moment was so amazing that he even grabbed the rushing corpse by the neck and dragged it in front of him. His hoarse voice was accompanied by the crackling sound of flames: "If you can't help, at least be quiet!"

Anomaly 077 was being strangled by the neck, and its shrunken head was only a dozen centimeters away from Lawrence's face, which made him tremble all over. "Yes... yes... yes! Captain!"

Lawrence raised his hand and threw the mummy ten meters ahead: "Go and clear the way - if you can't get through today, I will stuff you into the combustion chamber of the steam core!"

The mummy screamed as it was thrown out, and finally got entangled with the mud monsters that kept pouring out. A crew member holding a rifle ran over from the side and shouted beside Lawrence: "Captain! The bullets are running out!"

Lawrence turned around suddenly and saw that almost all the people he brought had already started fighting the monsters with cold weapons. They were relying entirely on their immortality to persist in the corridor, but the overall advancement of the team had obviously stopped.

Unable to move forward any further.

There is no way out.

Chaotic shouts and the chilling sounds of flesh disintegrating and limbs breaking filled the corridor. Black mud was still oozing out from the surrounding walls and roof. The subordinates who had transformed into spirit forms were almost overwhelmed by the endless monsters. The weapons in their hands were running out of ammunition. The spirit flames on their bodies were still burning, but fatigue was accumulating. This fatigue even delayed and interfered with their thinking.

Deep in this chaotic sewer, Lawrence suddenly felt a little dazed, and even began to feel that the whole world was unreal.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing... There are endless monsters here, but how long will it take until the agreed midnight?

At this moment, as if in response to his trance, Lawrence suddenly heard Martha's voice coming from the small mirror on his chest:

“Here they come.”

The old captain was instantly awakened from his stupor. He hurriedly raised his hand, drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed a monster that pounced on him. Then he retreated to avoid the black mud that almost splashed on him, and quickly raised his head.

There were footsteps in the corridor - lots of footsteps, and distant, vague shouts and commands. Then, these sounds approached rapidly, and almost instantly arrived at the area where Lawrence and the sailors were fighting hard.

Almost in the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared.

As if emerging from the old days, shadows one after another condensed in the air and transformed into fully armed soldiers. In their hands they tightly grasped old rifles from half a century ago. The bayonets on the muzzles flashed coldly in the dark corridor. They rushed from the darkness and rushed towards the next darkness - the process of the shadows condensing did not interrupt their charge at all, as if their battle had never stopped, and only at this moment could their figures be observed.

The sailors fighting in the corridor were shocked by the sudden scene before their eyes and stopped subconsciously. They watched the troops rush in, watched them shoot at the monsters everywhere, watched them roar into battle. After several seconds, some sailors reacted and said to themselves in astonishment: "The last of the Queen's Guards..."

Lawrence also reacted. He subconsciously walked forward and walked towards a young soldier who was loading bullets into his rifle. The soldier looked to be only twenty years old at most. The old-fashioned city guard uniform on his body was tattered, as if he had been crawling in this sewer for a long, long time.

"Hello, we are here to help..." Lawrence stretched out his hand and patted the young soldier on the shoulder, but his words stopped halfway.

His hand passed through the other person's figure.

Is this just an illusion?

Lawrence looked up in astonishment, only to see that those phantom soldiers were already engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters in the corridor. The guns in their hands kept firing, and those inhuman creatures made of dirty mud fell down one after another.

A tall soldier rushed over from the other side, and Lawrence dodged in a hurry, but was too late. He watched the tall soldier running towards him as if he didn't see him, and passing through his body like a phantom - then, he was hit by a stray bullet from the monster, and his tall body fell into the sewer with a bang.

The other Queen's Guard soldiers bypassed the corpse and continued running deeper into the corridor.

A sailor came over and muttered behind Lawrence: "They are phantoms..."

“But these phantoms can fight those monsters, they can even destroy them…” Lawrence said blankly, but still felt like a dream.

"There are no more monsters in the corridor." Another sailor said nearby.

Lawrence reacted instantly.

For the first time, the number of monsters in the corridor has actually decreased - after the appearance of the Queen's Guard composed of phantoms, the black mud that had been pouring out from the surrounding walls and ceiling finally stopped seeping in. The deformed monsters that had previously been impossible to kill were now being truly reduced in number!

Can the existence of the Queen's Guard suppress the "regeneration" and "proliferation" of those monsters?

Countless questions filled Lawrence's mind, but compared to seeking answers to these questions, he knew that there was something more important.

"Follow the Queen's Guard!" He raised his hand and shouted, "Follow the path they set!"

"Yes, Captain!"