Don't move, it's a robbery!

I continued exploring the second floor, with Reggie following behind me, carrying the little one on her back.

After the training session, Reggie's mindset has improved a lot. Although she is still far from being fearless, at least she won't hold onto my trouser leg anymore.

On the rest of the journey, I encountered many more zombies, totaling more than 30 in total.

However, unlike the fully armed zombies I encountered before, the zombies I met later were mostly unarmored. But while fighting them, I realized a small problem.

These reanimated corpses do not appear to be ancestors of the Kadir family; the patterns on the armor worn by some of them are very different from the Kadir family crest.

But why would there be the bodies of outsiders in the ancestral tombs of the Kadir family?

Moreover, they were buried in armor and with weapons, as if the person who buried them already knew that these dead would awaken one day in the future.

An excessively deep tomb, an entrance that requires a human sacrifice to open, an altar that allows control over skeletons, and living corpses made from the remains of outsiders.

Why would you do this in your own grave?

I have a feeling that the ancestors of the Kadir family might have been plotting something, but unfortunately they have been dead for a long time, and I have no way of finding out.

Just as I was pondering this, we arrived at the main burial chamber.

The mechanism to open the way out should be here, and similarly, the "tribute" greatsword that Tina and Flogo are looking for should also be here.

"Wow, I'm suddenly feeling a bit excited. A weapon used by a hero, what kind of treasure must it be?"

I ducked to the side and used a stick to push open the door, just in case there was a trap.

My caution paid off this time. The moment I opened the door, the stone slabs on both sides of the door suddenly cracked open, revealing a dense array of firing ports, and then countless crossbow bolts shot out directly in front of the door.

After waiting for almost half a minute, the shooting gradually stopped, and by then the ground was riddled with arrows.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a grudge they have, setting up so many traps, what a waste."

I shook my head and stepped into the main burial chamber. What came into view was a circular pool and a magnificent greatsword stuck in the center of the pool.

The pool had long since dried up, leaving a layer of black substance at the bottom. Even the surface of the magnificent greatsword was covered with this substance. I looked closer and found that this black stuff seemed to be dried blood.

"Huh? Blood? Could this stuff be connected to the altar?"

I looked up at the ceiling and sure enough, I found the pipes used to transport blood, which appeared to be connected to the altar used for human sacrifice upstairs.

When someone performs a human sacrifice at the altar, the blood flows down through the pipes and splashes onto the magnificent greatsword in the center of the pool. It then flows down the sword to the bottom of the pool. The dried blood does not cover the entire bottom of the pool, but instead forms a strange pattern based on the texture of the pool bottom.

I felt a chill run down my spine. This wasn't a pool of water at all; it was clearly a pool of blood with magic circles inscribed on it!

"Hey, Xitong, isn't the Tribute Greatsword a weapon of heroes? Shouldn't the person wielding it be an ally of justice? What's going on here?"

(˶'ᵕ'˶): "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Besides, why are you bothering with all this? What's it to you? What you need to do now is take this sword with you right away. This thing is a real treasure!"

For some reason, 'West Copper' seemed very excited. I became a little wary and looked around. Apart from the pool and a coffin in front of me, there was nothing else there.

Just in case, I took out a rope, ran over to the coffin, and started wrapping it around the coffin, one loop after another.

After all, this cemetery is teeming with zombies. What if I pull out my sword in the pool and this guy kicks the coffin lid from above?

Now you don't have to worry anymore, I tied it very tightly, even if the zombie inside kicks the coffin lid off, it definitely won't be able to get out.

Just in case, I also left Reggie and Little One outside to avoid accidental injury in the event of a real fight.

Everything is ready, let's get started!

I jumped into the pool and then activated my magic to observe my surroundings. The strange patterns at the bottom were nothing unusual, but the magnificent greatsword in the center was emitting an unusual glow.

The sword was stuck there, its blade gleaming with astonishing power and majesty, as if it were a legendary artifact; its hilt was inlaid with magnificent gems, radiating dazzling light that made it impossible to look away.

I took a deep breath, walked over to it, and then reached out and grasped the hilt, preparing to draw it.

As I expected, the moment I gripped the sword hilt, the stone coffin in front of the pool roared. It must have been the living corpse inside kicking the coffin lid. Fortunately, I had tied it tightly, so it couldn't kick it open.

I reckon this guy was also confused, clearly wondering why the coffin lid hadn't opened, because it took a long time to kick it a second time, and the popping sounds didn't stop after that. It's obvious Mr. Zombie got angry from kicking the coffin lid, and is now repeatedly kicking and pounding the stone slab.

I seized the opportunity and tried to draw the sword.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't pull the sword out.

Just as I was getting red in the face from holding my breath, 'West Copper' suddenly started encouraging me.

(ง•̀ꇴ•́)ง: "Come on! Don't just rely on brute force! You can activate magic, right? Use your magic to communicate with it!"

I was terrified. Over the years, "West Copper" has only ever offered help when it could trick me. I had originally planned to use magic, but after hearing "West Copper's" encouragement, I decisively gave up on that idea.

"I can pull it out even without magic!"

I took a deep breath, then mustered all my strength and poured all my power into the hilt of the sword.

Finally, after my relentless efforts, the tribute sword finally... broke.

"Huh?! It's...it's broken?!"

∑(O∇O；): "Holy crap!"

I froze, staring in disbelief at the nick in the greatsword, only to discover that it had long been rusted.

Oh, right. Metal weapons will rust very quickly if they get stained with blood and aren't wiped clean.

Therefore, this is reasonable.

Yeah, right!

"What a load of nonsense! Isn't this the sword of a hero? Shouldn't it be protected by magic? The sword in the stone in the legends has been stuck in the rock for hundreds of years, and it hasn't decayed at all!"

I'm a bit devastated. Although I didn't come here for this sword, I still can't accept watching a legendary treasure be destroyed in my own hands.

"West Copper" was also in a breakdown. It was like it had gone mad, constantly wailing in my ear, sometimes saying that its life was miserable, and sometimes saying that the opportunity for freedom was right in front of it. It looked crazy and felt like it was about to break down.

But just then, very abruptly, 'West Copper' stopped complaining. It seemed to have suddenly thought of something and became calm all of a sudden.

(꒪Д꒪)ノ: "Quick! Check the hilt of the sword, see if there's a gem in the middle!"

"Uh, yes, there is one, and it looks quite pretty."

೭(˵ˉ̴͒ꇴˉ̴͒˵)౨: "Great! Heaven is still looking out for us! Now I can finally be free!"

Huh?! Liberation?!

"Clatter~"

∑(O_O): "Why did you throw it away?"

"Oh, don't worry, my dear friend, I just slipped."

"Pat-pat-pat~"

∑(O∇O；): "Why did you kick it away again?"

"Oops, my foot slipped too! I just heard that one of my good friends is leaving me, and I'm so sad. When I'm upset, my hands and feet just won't obey me. Oops, my foot slipped again!"

I kicked the sword hilt, sending it flying. 'Xi Tong' panicked and quickly tried to reason with me.

(꒪ȏ꒪;): "No! Calm down, it's not what you think. That sword is actually good for both of us, a win-win situation! You know I can't lie! I can't deceive you!"

"West Copper" truly never lies. I stopped in my tracks, curious about how this so-called win-win situation was achieved.

Before 'West Copper' could explain to me, an explosion was heard above the pool.

"boom!!!"

With a loud crash, a large amount of rubble came crashing down into the pool. I quickly hid in a safe place and waited for the noise to stop before climbing back up.

The stone coffin that had been there was gone, replaced by a terrifying mummified corpse dressed in ornate clothing. The monster's eyes gleamed with a chilling light, its left hand held a scepter that emitted smoke, its hands were adorned with numerous ornate rings, and a sword was tucked into its waistband.

Although it was our first meeting, I instantly realized that this guy was the monster I had been arguing with from afar before.

"Kuosa!!"

The zombie roared, the deafening sound washing over my body. The sound waves were like a tidal wave, sending me flying. Before I even landed, the creature stretched out its scepter at me again.

"fuoluo!!"

A crack appeared on the scepter, and more smoke began to emanate from it. In just a few moments, the billowing smoke had filled most of the tomb chamber.

I thought it was over, but then a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the smoke, and then the entire smoke was instantly engulfed in flames. The sea of ​​fire rushed towards me like a tidal wave, about to engulf me in an instant.

In that life-or-death moment, I disregarded everything else and swung my staff with all my might to disperse the flames in front of me. At the same time, I wrapped my body in my clothes, trying to reduce the damage.

The flames came quickly and went out quickly. Once the heat subsided, I stood up again.

The situation is not good. During the sudden attack of flames, I only managed to protect my vitals, but my right hand, which was swinging the stick, is now burned and torn, and I can't use any strength at all. My feet also couldn't avoid the flames, and after being scorched just now, I can barely stand.

"Hey, West Copper, what's this 'win-win' you were talking about? Can we use it now?"

(◦`꒳´◦): "Hey, I've suddenly changed my mind. It's actually not so bad for you to die here. That way, I can be completely free, and we won't even need a win-win situation!"

"You son of a bitch! I knew you couldn't be trusted!"

I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and once again pulled out the rabbit knife to assemble the sickle.

Next, it's time to risk your life.