god of tomorrow

Gawain ran hurriedly through the darkness, stopping each time to check the battle situation and see if he could find any unwanted Nightmare Warhorses. At that moment, numerous red dots flashed in his vision, rapidly approaching him.

The leading red dot repeatedly disappears and reappears as if it has been teleported.

"Is it really necessary to throw away your entire fortune? Do you think I'm some kind of mortal enemy?"

This skeleton knight's obsession with the underworld ran too deep for Gawain to bother with; he simply aimed in one direction and never looked back.

Half an hour later.

“No, he’s pushing too hard, this is so abnormal… He’s not chasing me, he’s trying to stop me from launching an attack in this direction.”

The more the enemy opposes, the more it proves that I am right!

Gawain glanced at the map and realized it was the same route he had come from. He keenly realized that the Skeleton Knights' lair was probably ahead.

good good!

"Revenge should not be left overnight, for leftover food will spoil. Today, we'll wipe out your entire stronghold!"

Chapter 12 His horse isn't as fast as mine

Darkness was like an abyss, with a dark current of deathly gray energy surging within.

In the depths of deathly silence, the dilapidated castle lay silently on the ground like a dying beast.

The ruins in front of the castle were littered with rubble, and more than a dozen skeleton soldiers wandered slowly, patrolling the surroundings and guarding the passage in and out of the castle.

They don't think, they don't complain, and they certainly don't slack off; they only know how to follow orders and wander around this almost forgotten land.

A beam of light suddenly pierced the darkness, speeding past and shattering the silence of the Forgotten Land.

The next second, Gawain burst out of the darkness with a flashlight in hand, moving like an arrow released from a bow. His speed was so fast that his outline was almost invisible. The baseball bat in his other hand whistled through the air as he slammed into the group of unsuspecting skeleton soldiers.

Click! Click! Click!

A series of shattering sounds rang out. More than a dozen skeleton soldiers didn't even understand what was happening. They only saw a flash of light, the world spinning, before they were smashed to pieces by this terrifying force.

The soul flames extinguished one by one, turning into scattered bone fragments on the ground.

"What did I just knock over? Bang! Was it a speed bump?" Gawain kept running, rushing out of the ruins along the passage and reaching the castle gate as fast as he could.

……

My name is Gao Wen, and I haven't been in this world for very long.

Because of my honesty, I was framed and am now being hunted by a skeleton knight, but I am not worried at all, because his horse is not as fast as mine.

Not only am I not flustered, but I'm also preparing to raid their base—I mean, to use righteous and swift methods to make the Skeleton Knight pay the price for his arrogance and rudeness.

This is what a trial should be, based on objective facts, not on the subjective assumptions of some skeleton knights!

To get back to the point, the castle may have once been glorious, its towering towers piercing the sky and its thick walls withstanding countless armies. But now, it is nothing but ruins, old and lifeless, just like its master, the skeleton knight.

The ruins were particularly desolate, with collapsed rubble everywhere. Not to mention the gate, not even a single intact section of the city wall could be found.

"I was careless. Before I could even make a move, his house had already been raided."

When Gawain first saw the building in the underworld, he stepped on the rubble and looked around with his staff, feeling lost and unsure of where to start dismantling it.

In this godforsaken place, demolition is practically home renovation; the Skeleton Knight should thank him.

"That despicable guy, what a deep and cunning scheme! He knew I was coming to destroy my house, so he demolished it beforehand, leaving me with no house to destroy."

Gao Wen grumbled angrily. Since he was already here, he refused to leave no matter what. He was determined to dig up some treasures to take with him, even if it meant digging three feet into the ground: "The more dilapidated it is, the more valuable it is. I don't believe it. He has five thousand troops under his command. He is a lord of a region. It's impossible that he has no treasures at all."

Even a passing goose will have its feathers plucked, let alone such a large plot of land. Gao Wen came here to retaliate, how could he tolerate leaving empty-handed?

Even if it's just junk, you have to pick some up and take it with you.

The castle covers a vast area; even if the entire archaeological team were to resurrect, it would take Gawain six months to excavate it, let alone Gawain alone. The skeleton knights could arrive at any moment, and unless Gawain has incredible luck and manages to unleash a golden legend with a single blow, he's destined to leave empty-handed.

Fortunately, he was quick-witted and had prepared a long-term mission for himself to 'sweep through the dark zone'. He went wherever there were many red dots, and after passing through the intricate ruins and picking up a few gold coins, he soon arrived at the area that looked like an altar.

At the entrance to the altar, between a row of huge stone pillars, two enormous figures stood on the left and right.

Two giant skeletons, each over three meters tall, looked like small towers from a distance.

Perhaps due to their wild growth before death, or perhaps due to some kind of magical bone hyperplasia, their bones are several times thicker than those of ordinary skeletons, and their entire bodies are covered with keratin, like naturally formed armor.

The one on the left carries a giant axe on his shoulder, its blade riddled with nicks, yet still gleaming with an eerie light; the one on the right drags a battle-damaged mace covered in broken spikes, its few remaining spikes still sharp as spears.

The two giant weapons were not made of metal, but were polished from the bones of some large creature, making them more sturdy and heavy than the weapons of ordinary skeleton soldiers.

Gao Wen has found the right place.

This is the most valuable core area of ​​the castle, originally guarded by the Skeleton Knights. However, in order to capture the criminals who sacrificed themselves to the underworld and bring them before the Lord of Death for judgment, the Skeleton Knights had to leave, temporarily entrusting the important task of guarding the area to the two gatekeepers.

Elite monster!

Gawain couldn't make out the appearance of the two elite monsters in the darkness, but he could tell from the height of their eye sockets where the soulfire was located that these two giants were quite large.

He wasn't intimidated; he picked up his baseball bat and took the initiative, charging straight in.

He fought fiercely with the local BOSS, neither of them losing health or mana. It was a close fight, a 50/50 battle. The BOSS had already gone through several moves, so there was no reason for him to be afraid of the two elite monsters guarding the gate.

Moreover, with 5,000 troops outside and the spoils of war right in front of them, this was a rare opportunity, and they absolutely could not retreat.

Bang!

With a powerful stomp of his feet, Gawain sent shards of stone flying, transforming himself into a humanoid cannonball and instantly closing the distance between himself and the giant skeleton soldier.

The strategy remains straightforward: rely on numerical advantages to engage in head-on confrontations and achieve a quick victory.

The giant skeletons had a field advantage, with a much wider field of vision than Gawain, and spotted a furtive figure hiding in front of the pillar from a great distance. Their mission was to guard the altar and not to leave their posts without permission, so they had not attacked. Even when they spotted him, they pretended not to see him and remained on guard in silence.

Now that Gawain has stormed the altar and launched an attack, they responded by instantly unleashing their long-accumulated magic.

In the blink of an eye, the two giant skeleton soldiers became exceptionally agile, their speed and strength doubling dramatically. Their massive weapons went from still to moving, arriving before Gawain could make his move, demonstrating a surprising speed and aggression.

The giant axe swept across, and a continuous curtain of eerie blue light blocked Gawain's path forward.

Gawain was no longer a novice on the battlefield; he was used to fighting in the dark. He keenly caught the sound of something tearing through the air, ducked low to avoid the powerful bone axe, and swung his baseball bat with a whistling sound, smashing it hard forward.

Miss!

The first attack missed, but the second followed immediately, striking the thigh bone squarely.

boom!

The enormous impact caused the three-meter-tall body to shudder violently. Although its bones were hard, they were still no match for Gawain's explosive output. The fragile joints shattered, causing it to lose its balance and its massive body to tilt forward.

Without pausing, Gawain leaped up, landing on the giant skeleton soldier. He raised his baseball bat high and brought it down heavily, smashing it with all his might against the head burning with soul fire.

A cracking sound rang out, and even the thick stratum corneum could not withstand this fatal blow. The soul fire scattered and exploded, turning into specks of ghostly light and dissipating.

There's one more!

Hearing the whooshing sound of something flying behind him, Gao Wen calmly jumped forward, only to hear a sharp crack behind him as a giant spiked club struck the corpse.

It was the sound of a teammate being attacked.

A teammate's follow-up attack confirmed that Gawain was truly done for.

Gao Wen turned and charged forward, leaping up on his spiked club, swinging his baseball bat from below to deliver a powerful blow.

If the rising dragon fails to hit the target, the consequences will be severe!

Gao Wen fought in the dark and dared not be reckless. Therefore, this attack did not aim at the head where the soul fire was located, but struck the chest cavity directly. At the same time, it shattered the skeleton giant's chest armor and lifted its three-meter-tall body into the air.

As it fell, the moment it hit the ground, he aimed at the Soulfire and used a physical extinguishing attack to send the skeleton soldier away.

"It's done!"

Gawain tucked his baseball bat into his waistband, turned on his flashlight, and looked towards the altar. In high spirits, he couldn't help but gloat: "I laughed at that skeleton knight for his recklessness, only assigning two big oafs to guard the base. If he were lying in ambush here..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

The prime minister's demeanor can be inherited, but his anecdotes are unnecessary.

"what?!"

Gawain scanned the altar with his flashlight and said in surprise, "This strange sense of familiarity... it looks familiar, like I've been here before?"

Chapter 13 Order Sacrifice

Under the sweeping light, Gawain discovered many withered black thorns along the broken brick wall. It was the first time he had seen plants in the underworld, and out of caution, he silently took a few steps back.

Where would plants come from in this godforsaken place? It must be a magic trap!

This altar is quite elaborate, constructed entirely of massive black stones, spotless and dust-free, standing out starkly against the backdrop of a dilapidated castle ruin.

Behind the altar stood a statue, only half of it remaining, broken and incomplete, giving the impression of a gruesome death. Coupled with the twisted runes scattered around the altar, which, when shone with a flashlight, seemed to possess a magical power that devoured light, shrouded the altar in a thick fog, blurring the lines between what was clearly seen and what was not, creating an intensely oppressive and unsettling sense of mystery.

Solemn and serious, the righteous are turning evil!

"I do recognize me..."

Gawain frowned, subconsciously thinking of the magic circle used by Vanvich during his Chaos Sacrifice ritual. Although the two were different, they had something in common, indicating that this altar was another form of sacrificial ritual.

Orderly sacrifice!

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Gao Wenzhang mistakenly identified the magic circle of the Chaos Sacrifice as the magic circle of the Order Sacrifice.

After all, they are newcomers and don't have access to advanced knowledge.

Regardless of the reason, Gawain was quite certain that this altar could be used for sacrificial rituals, corresponding to a certain god and a certain kind of magic associated with that god.

The gods of the underworld can only be necromancy!

"Necromancy isn't bad either, I'm not a picky person..."

Gawain secretly thought it was a pity that Order Magic was very suitable for a novice like him. It was safe and risk-free, and as long as he followed the steps, the success rate could be as high as 100%.

These can be considered Holden's last words; a dying man's words are often wise, so they are highly credible.

At this moment, Gawain is in the underworld, where he is seen as someone who is not of his kind and whose heart is surely different from his own by the dead. He also has the blame for sacrificing himself to the underworld. Wherever he goes, he is a mortal enemy. If he could learn one or two spells to help him, his precarious path would be much easier.

At the very least, you won't have to resort to overdrawing your life force whenever you face a life-or-death situation.

It has many benefits, but unfortunately, high-quality literature is unavailable.

Holden made it very clear at the time that while Order Magic is safe, certain prerequisites are also essential, and no step in the process can be omitted.

Gawain's side didn't even have a proper offering, let alone any formalities.