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Chapter 769: Chapter 790 The Wrong Method
A slaughterhouse for the living—this was the term that simultaneously manifested in everyone’s minds. The shockingly gruesome scene almost rendered them incapable of thought, but Lancelot still noticed some strange details.
"Wait, something isn’t right," his voice brought everyone’s chaotic thoughts back to reality, "Look at the joints of those corpses..."
The group had only glanced at them before swiftly averting their gaze, barely observing those details. Reminded by his words, everyone immediately noticed the peculiarity; there were serrated, stitch-like fine lines at the joints of the corpses, and the way the chest, arms, and heads were joined together felt oddly uncoordinated, as if...
"These corpses have been assembled from limbs of different people!" the Elf Priest quickly concluded, with a tone filled with intense repugnance, "What a desecration! Why would anyone want to use..."
Just then, Lancelot caught a whisper of a faint, malevolent incantation. He swiftly turned his head and found the source was a stretch of wall not illuminated by torchlight. Upon closer examination, one could see several small cracks in the wall, which would allow someone hidden in a secret chamber behind it to spy into the room.
Lancelot charged over, and a dazzling cyan light ignited in his palm. He struck down mightily on those cracks, and the Sword Qi burst forth from within him, surging into the cracks, while from behind the wall, agonized screams immediately followed.
However, this didn’t deal with all the enemies in the secret chamber, as the chanting continued, becoming even more hurried. Although the rest of his companions did not hear the incantation, they still immediately understood what was happening. They quickly ran over, searching for any mechanism-like devices nearby, but unfortunately, they found none in that moment. Meanwhile, the corpses that were previously lying on the stone slabs had begun to shakily rise to their feet, appearing as if they’d just awakened from a deep slumber.
Or rather, as if they had discovered themselves in the midst of a nightmare. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Two complete assembled corpses stood up, and a third, due to improperly attached legs below the thigh, fell from the stone slab. These horrifying animated cadavers seemed to possess a certain intelligence; they grabbed the tools that had just been used to create themselves and lunged at the group with agility far surpassing that of typical Zombies.
Lancelot’s Spirit Perception warned him that these foes were far trickier than ordinary Undead creatures, so he turned around, deciding to first quell these unnerving monsters. Simultaneously, he heard the voice of little Isa in his mind.
’Brother, leave the enemies in the secret chamber to me!’
’Be careful, and if the opportunity isn’t right, don’t make a move.’
’Understood!’
In the shadowy confines of the room, Isa, as a Vampire, could finally unleash her full strength. With a barely noticeable faint flash, she transformed from a bat into a dim mist and then drifted into the cracks in the wall.
The brave Dwarf charged towards the enemy at this moment. Since he was already close, he didn’t throw his Warhammer but instead used the cover of his Shield to ferociously ram into the enemy.
Normally, given the Dwarf’s strength and his ’height advantage’, even Lancelot, unprepared, would be unable to withstand his charge; however, with a clink, the Dwarf himself staggered backwards several steps and finally sat down on his bottom, while the target he struck merely swayed on the spot and raised the Bone Saw in its hand to strike down at the Dwarf.
Lancelot’s figure flashed, and he instantly moved behind Bruto, lifting his Longsword at a tricky angle to parry the incoming blow while aiming for the enemy’s elbow, and the Dwarf took the chance to roll to the side. The Human Knight, not holding back this time, slashed down forcefully at the monster’s elbow with his blade radiating a dangerous blue light. To his surprise, Lancelot felt as if he were cutting not into flesh but into hard steel, as the Sword Blade sank less than half an inch into the body before it could go no further.
What was more eerie was that the adversary seemed to feel no pain at all. Even as he was hit first, the Bone Saw still heavily smashed down onto the Longsword, with such force that Lancelot nearly couldn’t hold onto his weapon—knowing that his strength had already surpassed the limits of human flesh and that he could directly contend with Frost Giants, the sheer strength of this patchworked monster was not something ordinary Necromancy could achieve.
Fortunately, Lancelot was never the type of warrior to rely solely on strength. His Longsword used the force of the blow to spin in the air and, before his opponent could raise their weapon to block, the point of the sword pierced the enemy’s face. This move was typically used to puncture the faceplates of Knightly opponents, and it worked just as well on an enemy without a Helmet.
Though the monster’s body was extremely hard, it could not withstand Lancelot’s thrust, which focused all his strength into a single point. The Longsword penetrated directly through the enemy’s head, the tip prying open the back of the skull and pulling out a small clump of strange ochre gelatinous material. Lancelot’s expression suddenly changed, and he exerted more force with his hands, lifting the adversary off the ground, swiftly spinning in the air, and then violently flinging it across the room.
The monster staggered to its feet again with a fist-sized, clean hole in its face. It looked somewhat dizzy and struggled to regain balance, but it was far from being ’killed.’
"Moradin’s beard, what in the world is this creature?" exclaimed the Dwarf as he stood up again, his face filled with astonishment, "I thought I had run into a stone pedestal just now..."
While the enemy was still at a distance, Lancelot quickly turned to check on the others. To his surprise, neither Tanya nor Alamir were at a disadvantage; the Half-elf had used her Shadow Glaive to slice off an enemy’s legs, while the Elf Priest stood at a slightly farther distance, ceaselessly casting Holy Fire Technique. The enemy that could only crawl obviously couldn’t catch up with anyone present, and with Tanya wielding a polearm, she could easily toy with her adversary.
"What’s going on?" Although the battle was still ongoing, Lancelot couldn’t help but ask, "Could it be that Shadow Weapons are particularly effective against this kind of enemy?"
"No, because these creatures are flesh golems, and they fear fire."
Kalalin raised his hand and threw a Flame missile that exploded on the crawling enemy’s body. The flames entered the monster’s body as quickly as water soaks into a sponge, and it convulsed violently as if electrocuted. The Cursed Swordmaster’s Pike also fell at this moment, effortlessly severing one of the monster’s arms.
"I thought you could handle it, so I went to help her," Scholar said with a he-he chuckle to the Human Knight, before throwing another Fire arrow that exploded on the other monster in the room that couldn’t stand from the start, "And it turned out to be true, didn’t it?"
