Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Moreover, Ninety-Nine's weakness is obvious. She excels in close combat but is not good at ranged attacks.

Although Phoenix Wheel can attack from a distance, it is her shikigami and consumes her spell power.

Therefore, she needs someone who can withstand positive pressure.

And Yuuto is the perfect candidate.

After all, his playing style is almost an unlimited source of advantage.

You can also earn points by clearing out the mobs.

Chapter 132 The False Crown Marquis

War is imminent.

Less than three minutes after the curtain fell, the Pale Knight's retinue poured out from the depths of the forest.

Not just one or two, but hundreds or thousands.

Black scum surged like a tide over withered branches and pebbles, while pale skeletons swooped down from the treetops.

A servant, draped in a tattered cloak, rode a bone horse through the forest. Wherever his bone hooves trod, black mold spread in the soil, and the air was filled with a putrid stench.

Hundreds of sorcerers spread out at the edge of the tent, forming a loose defensive line.

They had not received standardized military training and lacked standard tactical coordination.

Sorcerers are not an army; they are individuals who fight alone, relying on instinct and experience to walk the line between life and death.

But at this moment, hundreds of individuals have been forced onto the same battlefield, forced to face the same enemy.

A crimson spellball shot out from the sorcerer's camp, crashing into the swarm of abominations and exploding into a blinding burst of fire. Dozens of abominations were reduced to ashes in the flames.

Immediately afterwards, several wind blades slashed out from different directions, cutting the approaching skeleton guards into pieces.

"Don't scatter!" a middle-aged man's voice boomed through the chaos. "Keep your distance, don't let them get close!"

The speaker was named Sugiura, a first-class sorcerer, a veteran of the European Sorcery Federation, in his forties, with an old scar on his forehead that stretched from his eyebrow to his temple.

His technique, "Explosion," can convert magical energy into a high-temperature shockwave, which is quite powerful but also consumes a lot of energy. He dares not use it continuously; after unleashing one, he has to take a few steps back to catch his breath and let his teammates take over.

His teammate was a young woman in her early twenties named Irina, a Frenchwoman, whose technique was "Wind Cutter".

A high-speed rotating wind blade is condensed in the palm of the hand, with extremely strong cutting power, but short range and moderate energy consumption.

She stood beside Sugiura, her hands moving rapidly, sending out transparent wind blades that sliced ​​the skeleton guards who were trying to flank her in two.

Her breathing was rapid, and her forehead was covered in sweat, but her hands never stopped.

"Left!" Sugiura shouted.

Elena sidestepped, unleashing a sweeping wind blade that sliced ​​the three monstrous creatures into pieces mid-air.

But the number of offspring has become too large.

If you kill ten, there will be a hundred more. If you kill a hundred, there will be a thousand more.

They surged in like a tide, disrupting the sorcerers' formation.

A young sorcerer was pounced on by three monstrous creatures at the same time. Before he could even scream, his throat was torn apart by a black energy body.

Those nearby had no time to offer assistance, or even to glance at the scene, as more monstrous creatures surged towards them.

"Shrink the formation!" another voice rang out amidst the chaos.

The speaker was a tall man in his early thirties, bald, wearing a black tactical vest, with tattoos covering both arms.

His name is Hawke, a German, and a first-class sorcerer.

The "Iron Wall" technique

It can form a high-density magical armor on the skin's surface, greatly enhancing its defensive capabilities.

He charged ahead, enduring the bites of the monstrous creatures and the slashes of the skeleton guards, wielding a cursed short sword in each hand, each strike deadly.

Hawk stabbed through the chest of one of the skeleton guards with his sword, and blocked the bone knife of another skeleton guard with his left arm. The blade struck the iron wall and sparks flew.

He kicked the skeleton away, then turned and shouted at the young sorcerers, "Get behind me, don't be reckless!"

Several young sorcerers staggered back behind Hawke. They had no spells, only magical tools. They were fine dealing with low-level cursed spirits, but they couldn't withstand a battle of this scale.

One of the girls was deathly pale, her hand gripping the dagger trembling. The other boy had already vomited, squatting by the tree roots, his stomach contents spilling onto the ground, but he still clutched the spell tool in his hand, refusing to let go.

Hawke stood in front of everyone. "Iron Wall" was fully activated, black magical armor covering his entire body, turning him into a moving city wall.

The wicked creature charged forward but was bounced back. The skeleton guard rushed forward but was knocked back. He alone held up a defensive line.

But he couldn't hold on for long. The Iron Wall was taking a heavy toll, and he could clearly feel his magical energy rapidly draining away. A crack had appeared in the armor on his left shoulder, and black liquid was seeping out of the crack.

"Support!" Hawke roared. "Who's coming to support us?!"

A black figure charged in from the flank, flashing blades, and several monstrous creatures fell to the ground.

Seven Seas built people.

Nanami wore that gray-black trench coat, her face expressionless, her steps steady.

His ten-stroke spell precisely marked the weakness of each of his familiars, and Black Flash followed closely behind, exploding at the weak point.

He made no fancy moves, no unnecessary words; every cut was swift and decisive, one kill at a time.

His trench coat had a large scorch mark on the hem, and his face was covered in ash, but his knife remained steady.

Atsuya Kusakabe followed not far behind him.

His light brown trench coat was torn in several places by tree branches, and his face was covered in dust, but his knife remained steady.

A simple domain unfolded beneath his feet, a pale golden halo enveloping the ground within several meters. Any familiar that entered this domain would be shredded to pieces by the automatic counterattack program.

He didn't need to wield his sword; he could simply stand still and wait for the enemy to rush up and die.

"Nanami!" Hawke shouted, "What are you doing here? The main attack is over there..."

“We’re not needed for the main attack.” Nanami beheaded a skeleton guard with a single stroke and retreated to Hawke’s side. “Our mission is to hold them off.”

The addition of Nanami and Kusakabe stabilized the front line.

But deep in the distant forest, more relatives were arriving, their footsteps growing louder and louder, like a downpour hitting a rooftop.

The number of offspring is almost endless.

They are the lowest-ranking servants bred in batches by the Pale Knight using plague miasma; their individual combat power is almost zero, but their numbers are overwhelming.

They swarmed across the forest floor like locusts, climbed tree trunks, and swooped down from the canopy, tearing apart the sorcerers' defenses with their teeth and claws.

A young sorcerer was tackled by the evil spirit, and before he could even scream, his throat was torn apart by the black energy body.

Those nearby had no time to offer assistance, or even to glance at the scene, as more monstrous creatures surged towards them.

Hawk gritted his teeth and charged forward. The black armor of the Iron Wall made a screeching sound as the beast tore at it, sparks flying everywhere.

The Skeleton Guardians are much more difficult to deal with than the Evil-Born.

Their entire bodies are covered in pale, bone-like armor; ordinary cursed tools can only leave a white mark when they strike them.

Their bone knives are sharp and heavy; a single strike from one of them is enough to overwhelm even a level two sorcerer.

They move quickly, attack fiercely, and possess a basic understanding of tactical coordination, unlike the swarms of other species that rush in haphazardly.

The skeleton guards would form small groups of two or three, taking turns to attack, covering each other, and searching for weak points in the sorcerer's defenses.

A squad of skeleton guards broke through the defenses and rushed into the barrier master's position behind them.

The barrier masters were maintaining the stability of the tent and were unable to participate in the battle. When they saw the Skeleton Guards charging towards them, their faces turned pale and they instinctively shrank back.

The barrier master leading the group was an elderly woman in her fifties with gray hair and several rings engraved with incantations on her fingers.

She didn't back down; instead, she bit her finger and drew a blood-red barrier in the air.

The skeleton warrior crashed into the barrier and was bounced back, but the barrier also cracked under the impact.

The lower part cuts in from the side.

A golden halo of the Simple Domain lit up the ground. As soon as the skeleton guard stepped into the range of the halo, a blade of light automatically flew out from the scabbard of the sun-shaped sword, splitting it in two, bones and all.

The second skeleton guard filled in, but was also shattered by the automatic counterattack. The third skeleton guard hesitated for a moment, then Kusakabe took the initiative and struck it in the neck.

The bone armor shattered, the blade sliced ​​through, and black liquid gushed from the break, splashing onto the hem of Rixiabu's trench coat, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Kusakabe sheathed his sword, took a step back, and caught his breath.

"Nanami!" Kusakabe shouted, "Are you holding on over there?"

Nanami did not answer.

He answered with a knife.

The black flash exploded in his palm, blasting a large hole in the chest of a skeleton guard, splattering black liquid everywhere.

Another skeleton rushed in from the side. Nanami dodged to the side, and with a sweep of his blade, severed its head.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

Nanami's sword was as fast as lightning, each strike precisely cutting into the joints of the bone armor, each blow fatal.

But there were too many skeleton guards; as soon as one batch was killed, another batch would appear, as if they could never be killed off.

His breathing became rapid, a large area of ​​the hem of his trench coat was charred, and a tear was found in the sleeve of his left arm, from which blood seeped and dripped down his fingers.

But he didn't stop, nor could he stop.

The Pale Knight squires were among the third wave to charge out.

They were more slender than the Skeleton Guardians, wrapped in tattered pure white cloaks, beneath which were translucent, spirit-like bodies with pale masks on their faces.

They rode small bone horses, their hooves treading on withered branches, each step stirring up a ring of black mold.

The number of servants was less than that of the Fiends and the Skeleton Guards, but each one was more difficult to deal with.

"Attendant!" someone shouted, "Watch out for the attendant!"

The servants will not charge head-on; instead, they will circle around to the flanks and use a simplified version of the "arrowless spell wave" to disrupt the sorcerer's mind.

A middle-aged sorcerer suddenly froze, his eyes glazed over, and the spell tools in his hands fell to the ground.

Before his companion could react, a servant rushed up from behind him, slashing his back with a bone knife, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound.