My players are too fierce!

Chapter 7 Don't underestimate the bond between us!

Emma's plan is quite clever.

One ironclad rule known to all experienced spirit world explorers is: never read any book you find in the spirit world.

At the very least, never look at it in the spirit world.

The archives are right next door. Once these three lunatics are held back, she can take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Save your life-saving items as much as possible.

"Let's go find paper and pens now! I know there must be some in the library!"

Emma's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"I think we should run away now, Miss Emma."

"Meow?"

"The trap you set was too big a commotion."

"The swordsman on guard duty said helplessly."

Several swaying shadows appeared around the corner ahead, and a low, mournful wail could be faintly heard.

The swordsman believed that his new equipment wouldn't allow him to carry three cumbersome hordes of undead.

The four had no choice but to quickly retreat to the fork in the road they had come from.

"Go back?"

Kashima asked a question.

"I don't recall it saying that going back would fully restore my health and mana, right?"

After pondering for a moment, the swordsman spoke.

Hakimed fell silent. It seemed that going back now would most likely mean lying down, and getting denied by his teammates would be a complete loss.

Speechless.

He can still hold on despite a mere fatal wound!

Seeing the three hesitate, Emma's eyes lit up and a plan formed in her mind.

"Go to the left!"

She had already done a rough survey of the first floor of the church when she first arrived.

She knew perfectly well that if she went to the left, she would pass through the church nave, where a powerful evil spirit lurked, posing a significant threat and standing out prominently in her spiritual vision.

While the three madmen were entangled with the great evil spirit, she could naturally pass through the central hall and go up the stairs to the second floor.

There was a book on the second floor that he had been eyeing for months.

"The True Names of Demons" is among the top five of the ten most banned books in the city.

She didn't believe these three newbies could kill that thing.

"Perfect timing, the last 20% of exploration might just be the central hall."

After thinking for a moment, Hakimes said...

The progress of the map exploration mission jumped from 20% to 80% after finding Emma, presumably because the information she brought with her was taken into account.

Go check first; if there's nothing there, you can still make it.

He was simply using his life to hold off the horde of corpses.

It's highly unlikely that defeating the boss will be part of map exploration.

Probably not.

The distance from the fork in the road to the central hall was very short, and the four of them arrived there in no time.

The central hall was empty; the benches, carpets, and other items that had been there seemed to have been burned to ashes in a fire.

Only a few charred marks remain to tell of their existence.

There were no obstructions at the church entrance, only a metal bolt blocking it.

A mummified corpse, dressed in a full set of tattered leather armor, looked taller and stronger than the armored zombies they had encountered before, and was sitting leaning against the door.

The dried corpse gripped a long sword tightly in its hand, the blade covered in dark, dried blood.

"Wow, there really is a boss! No wonder you're like Hamid Meadow!"

The open, flat ground has only a few pillars in the middle, a typical boss room setup.

The swordsman glanced at Hakimede with a slightly amused expression.

The latter's face alternated between pale and flushed, but remained predominantly pale.

Especially after seeing the exploration progress stuck at 90%, his face was practically dyed red.

"...The antidote will surely be found within seven steps! Ha, there will definitely be an antidote!"

Having said that, Hakimed, dragging the empty-headed man along, began to think of a way to break the deadlock.

"Is this boss a weakling?"

"Dream on!"

"Should we try our luck and get the swordsman's sword, then perform a suicide pact in front of the boss, and it will let us go?"

"Aba aba?" The swordsman's eyes were clear. Unable to keep up with the pace, he made a bold suggestion, "How about we plant a landmine and blow it up!"

"That's right!"

"Let's fight, let's fight... Meow?"

Emma shuddered as she suddenly felt three malicious gazes directed at her.

"Ahem..." The burden of communication naturally fell on Kashima's shoulders. "Miss Emma, you should have some of those landmines you used before... uh, the kind you used before?"

Kashima blushed deeply, nervously rubbing his hands as he moved closer to Emma.

"Huh? You mean the Hellfire Bomb?" Emma asked, startled.

"That thing is a bit unstable. If you throw it too far, it'll only burn people. It only explodes when it's close by."

"Yes, yes, yes! This is exactly what I want!" Hakimed exclaimed excitedly.

"Meow? What do you want to do!" Emma's white fur practically stood on end in fright. "I...I'm warning you! Don't even think about making me drop bombs, meow! I'd rather blow you all up right now, meow!"

She struggled fiercely, even though she was being held by the swordsman.

"Oh, you silly girl, just take it out!"

The swordsman chuckled, intending to shake her upside down a few times to see if he could shake the bomb out.

"Meow! Stop! I've taken everything out! Put me down first!"

She was stunned and had no choice but to take all the bombs out of her waist bag, a total of five.

Each bomb was made of ceramic, about the size of a palm, and black, strung together by some kind of woven material.

Emma's heart was bleeding.

This was all the savings she had painstakingly accumulated over several months! And these bandits stole it all!

Seeing this, the swordsman was overjoyed, but he still kept his promise and put her down.

Emma quickly ran behind Kashima to hide.

"How do you use this thing?" Hakimed asked, hanging the bomb chain around his neck.

"Press here, and it will explode automatically in 3 seconds," Emma pointed to a small protrusion on the bottom of the bomb.

"Swordsman, you go and start the fight. I'll hide behind that pillar and you can lure the monster over there."

Hakimed solemnly gave instructions to the swordsman, who nodded slightly.

"Kashima, when the fight breaks out, protect this NPC. If we lose, head straight back the way we came. You have to use your life to make sure this NPC leaves here alive, understand?"

Once the battle plan was formulated, the three quickly took their positions.

Kashima grabbed Emma's hand and ran to the entrance of the central hall, shielding her behind him.

Emma remained silent.

She couldn't understand these three lunatics at all; she simply couldn't comprehend their motives and purposes for doing this.

Wealth? Fame? Power?

You can only enjoy these things if you survive!

And given their talk of "missions" and "objectives," could they really be assassins trained by some secret organization?

Who would use assassins for a meaningless, frivolous mission during a secret rendezvous?

Great Sage Above, what on earth have I offended...?

Meanwhile, the swordsman arrived at a position about twenty steps in front of the dried corpse.

A certain aura that made him extremely uneasy emanated from the dried corpse.

[Rationality - 5]

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hakimed leaning against the wall, slowly making his way to the vicinity of the target location from the edge, and the swordsman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the most difficult part of the whole plan has been overcome.

That is, how to reach the target location without triggering a boss battle.

"Holy Light! That enemy is worth fighting!"

Raise your broken sword and charge!

The dried corpse's eye sockets ignited with eerie green flames, and its joints creaked like those of a puppet.

"wipe out..."

It was as if a silent roar reverberated in the swordsman's soul. Then, the sharp blade in his hand slashed out quickly from bottom to top, aiming directly at the charging swordsman!

Marcus Bloodblade

[Rank: 2]

[Type: Evil spirit, regional leader]

【Feature 1: ?】

[Characteristic 2: Tenacity; the locked target will not switch targets until it is destroyed]

[Characteristic 3: Revenge, ?]

The swordsman's pupils constricted in shock!

He didn't expect the boss to make a move before he had even fully gotten up!

However, the momentum of the charge could not be completely stopped at this moment. In the midst of the crisis, he had no choice but to let go of his footing and roll to the side!

A flash of sword light sliced off a corner of the swordsman's black robe.

He was panting heavily, still shaken. If he hadn't reacted quickly, his head would have been severed right now!

But there was no time to rest, so he scrambled toward the pillar where Hakimed was hiding!

A chilling aura clung to his back like a leech!

"Monster... die!"

He charged forward, the blade slashing upwards, grazing the swordsman's back, drawing blood.

This move sent chills down Hakimed's spine, who was waiting for his chance.

At this moment, he felt increasingly weak, as if he could no longer hold the bomb steady...

Gritting his teeth, he simply tied the bomb chain around his neck.

Watching the swordsman scramble to dodge each of the dried-up corpse's swords, his body covered in bloody welts...

Damn it, this is just a game. Why is his first reaction to seeing his brother get beaten up not to laugh, but to feel damn upset?

They really are just online friends! You've crossed the line, bro!

Six steps... five steps... four steps...

It's now!

The swordsman was going all out.

He dodged the sword, but another bloody gash appeared on his back. His next move was not to retreat.

Press forward!

Though the sword's edge is broken, its sharpness can still vanquish evil!

Hakimed and the swordsman formed a pincer movement and charged towards the dried corpse!

"Evil...!"

The dried corpse let out a silent roar. It only had one sword and only had time to kill one person, but it showed no intention of dodging.

A flash of sword light, slashing from the swordsman's right abdomen to his right chest.

It anticipated that the swordsman would stab it in the chest.

It miscalculated.

The swordsman staggered back a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and laughed wildly, saying, "I won, monster!"

The broken blade in the swordsman's hand was firmly embedded in the exposed left knee of the dried corpse!

Its operations were impaired!

"You...you deserve to die!"

With its old power still lingering, the sword clearly couldn't be sheathed.

However, this did not prevent it from using its empty hand to strike at Hachimedes, who was not particularly agile.

Hakimed's head suddenly shattered, before he could even utter his last words.

But the string of bombs still fell at the feet of the dried corpse due to inertia.

A flash of green light!

boom--

The swordsman, suffering from severe burns and massive blood loss, watched as the dried corpse, engulfed in eerie green flames, slowly turned to ashes in its final moments.

The green flames in its eye sockets faded, and its cloudy eyes seemed to regain a moment of clarity.

"Th...thank you..."

The fireworks faded, and everything turned to ashes.

In the nave of the church, only a single ball of light remained, quietly floating in the center of the battlefield.

"Let's go, we should leave here."

Kashima, expressionless, gently tugged at Emma's hand, signaling her to snap out of her daze.

Behind them, the low murmurs of the horde of zombies were drawing closer.

"Ah...oh, okay."

Kashima passed by a cluster of light and touched it.

The ball of light entered Kashima's body.

[Obtain the Fragment of Obsession: Doomsday (Part 1)]

[Perspective: Survivors]