I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

……

Holy crap?

Lynn rubbed his eyes and threw it at the other one again.

【Skeleton Archer】

[Level: 60]

[Class: Undead Archer]

……

Even these seemingly fragile minions are level 60?

Is the hierarchical system in this place a bit inflated?

Lynn was internally ranting, but his vigilance instantly spiked.

Just then, a slight tremor came from the ground.

Lynn suddenly looked up and gazed into the distance.

On the horizon, a colossal monster, as large as a mountain, slowly walked by with heavy steps.

It has a dragon-like silhouette, but its body is not covered with scales, but with pale bone armor made up of countless corpses.

On its back stands a bizarre structure built of skeletons.

The oppressive feeling that was coming at him made Lynn's heart pound.

This thing was definitely the largest creature he had ever seen.

He subconsciously activated his identification technique, but he was already prepared to see a series of question marks.

After all, with his level 60 strength, his appraisal skill was already at its limit, capable of seeing through beings above level 65.

However, when the panel popped up, Lynn froze on the spot.

[The loyal servant in skeletons]

[Level: 73]

【Profession:???】

……

and many more.

He could actually... see its level?

The class of '73 is clearly marked.

This completely violates the common sense of hierarchy and suppression in the art of appraisal.

What went wrong?

Just as Lynn was in utter astonishment, a slightly lazy, childlike laugh suddenly rang in his mind.

"Heh, making a fuss over nothing, you mortal."

"This is merely one of the most insignificant uses of my eyes."

"From this day forward, on this mortal land, below the level of God, there is no level of existence that can escape your eyes."

Those arrogant words, tinged with condescension, echoed in Lynn's mind.

Below God... is there an all-knowing hierarchy?

Lynn instantly understood just how extraordinary this forcibly installed left eye was.

This means that no matter how powerful the enemy, he can immediately discern their strengths and weaknesses, and no longer needs to probe like a blind man.

After a brief moment of shock, what welled up in my heart was not ecstasy, but a sense of absurdity that made me both laugh and cry.

He was forcibly taken in as a servant by a loli goddess, but in return, he gained an ability that can be described as a bug.

Did we lose money or make a profit?

"Crack!"

In the brief moment he was distracted, the skeletal monsters had closed to within ten meters.

The lead skeleton warrior raised his giant bone axe and charged toward Lynn.

The confusion in Lynn's eyes vanished instantly; he was no longer afraid, nor did he hesitate.

In the left eye's field of vision, tiny red dots appeared at the key points of the charging skeleton warrior's body.

That's... a flaw.

Lynn understood immediately, and his next strategy became clear in an instant.

Chapter 131 The Bridge of Bones

Close combat?

Honestly, Lynn really wants to give it a try.

These undead creatures are not particularly agile, and their weaknesses are clearly marked. If handled properly, they might be able to be dealt with at minimal cost.

But this idea was unrealistic, because he was a warlock with no melee skills.

Playing melee combat in this godforsaken place is risky; if you crash and burn, there's no one to even collect your corpse.

We must be cautious, absolutely cautious.

Using the mental impact of "Singing Together Across the Seas" against these mindless undead creatures is likely no different from singing them a lullaby—a pure waste of sanity.

"Temple Guardian".

As he finished speaking, a dazzling golden beam of light descended from the sky, precisely enveloping Lynn in front of him.

Amidst the light, a tall, imposing figure clad in heavy golden armor slowly emerged.

The temple guardians have reappeared.

Its existence is completely out of place in this desolate land of the underworld.

That pure holy light is the most deadly poison to undead creatures.

Even without Lynn giving any orders, those level 60 skeleton monsters, which had been so aggressive just moments before, began to dissolve and crumble at a visible speed after coming into contact with the aftershocks of the holy light emitted when the temple guards descended. They eventually turned into grayish-white powder and scattered on the dark red earth.

Lynn nodded in satisfaction as he watched this scene.

As expected, the temple guards are the only ones who can deal with these undead.

"Tsk."

A childish, slightly disdainful laugh echoed in his mind.

"How boring."

"Aren't they just a few low-quality toys that don't even have souls? Why do we need to summon creatures to help?"

"It seems that choosing you as my servant was one of the most boring decisions I've ever made in my long life."

Lynn smirked, too lazy to argue with an old monster who had lived for who knows how many years.

He looked around to make sure there were no new threats before turning his attention back to his surroundings.

The most urgent task is to achieve the initial goal.

He recalled the markings Nora made on the map and her instructions.

"The Land of the Underworld is a kingdom of the dead, and the dark river that runs through the entire world is the only signpost."

"Go against the current. If you can survive, you might be able to find clues left by [Watchmen]."

Lynn turned around and faced the great river that emitted a faint green light in the gray world.

Without hesitation, he started walking upstream along the dry, cracked riverbank towards the upper reaches of the underground river.

This wasteland was eerily quiet.

Apart from the sound of the wind, there was no other sound.

After walking about a kilometer, several deep red dots, representing extreme danger, suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

He immediately stopped, crouched down, and hid behind a protruding rock.

Skeleton Predator

[Level: 72]

[Class: Undead Behemoth]

The Skeleton Wizard

[Level: 70]

[Class: Necromancer]

……

In the rift ahead, a patrol squad of seven or eight high-level undead lurks.

If it weren't for this eye, given his previous reconnaissance abilities, he probably wouldn't have been discovered until he got very close, at which point he would have had to summon the temple guards again.

Lynn held her breath, carefully changed direction, and went around to the other side from a distance.

If we can avoid fighting, we should.

In such an unknown place, maintaining sufficient physical strength and sanity is more important than anything else.

They continued forward for about half an hour.

The green light in the surrounding air grew stronger and stronger, and the water of the underground river gradually changed from its original dark green to an almost luminous emerald green.

Some floating objects began to appear on the river.

Lynn stopped in his tracks and saw a palm-sized piece of metal slowly drifting by with the current.

He reached out his hand, and a gentle breeze swept up the metal piece from the water and brought it to his hand.

The metal sheet felt cold to the touch, its surface covered with pits corroded by strong acid, and its edges were already broken.

But Lynn could still discern its origin from the curled patterns on its edges.

This is a fragment of a shoulder armor, part of the standard heavy armor for knights in the Kingdom of Toussaint.

Was it left behind by the adventurers who came in to explore and then lost contact, as Nora mentioned?

Or is it... [Watchman] himself?

Lynn put the metal piece into his spatial ring, his vigilance rising even higher.

This road has already been traveled by others.

Moreover, they all seem to have met with misfortune.

He quickened his pace and continued upstream along the riverbank.

Soon, a huge bend appeared in the river ahead.

On the bank of that river bend, a broken stone tablet stands out conspicuously, leaning precariously into the dark red soil.

Lynn walked over quickly.

The stone tablet is about two people tall, and it is unknown what kind of rock it is made of. Its surface is covered with signs of weathering.

He reached out and brushed away the dust and dried moss from the surface of the stone tablet.

A blurry but still recognizable emblem appeared before his eyes.

It was a shield, with a longsword and a staff crossed on it.

“The emblem of the Kingdom of Toussaint,” Lynn murmured. “As the guardian of the kingdom, [Watchman] will inevitably leave the kingdom’s mark wherever she goes.”

This shows that he is on the right track.

Lynn walked around the stone tablet and continued forward.

The terrain ahead suddenly changed.

The once wide river channel suddenly narrowed, turning into a narrow and turbulent canyon.