I don't know what kind of situations you all often encounter when playing tabletop RPGs, but at least on our side, the game is often brought to a TPK (Total Party Kill) and character sheets are torn up directly by a certain archaeologist. I don't know how many well-cultivated character sheets I've torn up.
The old man who wanted this strange key should, at the very least, be thankful for a few things. In the Type-Moon world, those Outer Gods who are peeking at this world cannot interfere so easily. At the same time, this old professor was not a follower of the path of magecraft who possessed magical energy. Other people who research magic should also more or less know that one should touch things related to the Outer Gods as little as possible.
Come to think of it, in the world where the Human Order was first incinerated and then frozen, the information revealed in the Imaginary Scramble sea battle showed that those Outer Gods had never for a moment relaxed their peeking at this world, and were at all times wanting to pull this world into an eternal slumber.
Putting that world aside, in the worlds where Aslan and the others were, had those Outer Gods not also tried to plant seeds in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers? If Chaldea had not been established, and the ability of Imaginary Number Dives had not been realized—of course, even if it was established and realized, as long as one did not observe the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, no one could guarantee whether the world had been planted with seeds by those Outer Gods.
Thinking of it this way, this world always has a feeling of being life-threatening.
The old man did not hesitate and disappeared from the room. A large number of insects swarmed towards the suburban cemetery. At the same time, around the cemetery, a large number of insects also slowly emerged from underground, as if prepared to snatch that wondrous key directly from the old professor's hands at any moment.
But now, the ones who should be most worried were the people at the cemetery. As the incantation was recited and the entire key emitted a seven-colored light, the originally clear sky began to be gradually covered by a layer of dark clouds. Not only that, but as the sky became dim, an unimaginable stench also began to spread upwards from the earth.
A few of the tourists here couldn't help but frown. The younger ones, with more active imaginations, directly hid behind their families. After all, these people had already imagined some horror movie scenes. What was slightly regrettable was that this time, their premonition was not just a groundless fantasy, but a reality that was about to happen.
Aslan directly jumped into the cemetery, completely ignoring the cordon line that the archaeological team had put up. Before the surrounding people could react, Aslan had already grabbed the old professor's arm. "What have you done?!"
The old professor only now came to his senses. He then shook his head, looking as if he had just woken up. "Hmm... huh? What did I just do?"
The old professor looked around. The wondrous light had already gradually faded into the air. Then, the coffins on the ground that had already been opened made a strange creaking sound. Then, under the terrified gazes of the crowd, one after another, the existences that had originally been lying in the coffins slowly stood up. No matter how you looked at it, it had a bit of a Resident Evil feel to it.
This made those who were already scared even more panicked. But there were also some who were bolder. They subconsciously picked up the cameras in their hands. With the Loch Ness Monster's authenticity unclear, being able to photograph the resurrected dead was a good opportunity to become famous, wasn't it?
Caren looked at these people and frowned slightly. Anyway, believing in the Lord did not necessarily mean one had to abstain from pride and impatience. "I'm sorry, Lord. Please close your eyes and have a good rest for a moment..."
But after silently muttering this, Caren directly shouted loudly at these guys who valued fame over their lives. "Are you planning to die here? To exchange your own lives for a chance to become famous? Aren't you afraid that at that time, the newspaper will, for the sake of money and profit, directly cross out your names and replace them with someone else's? Stop causing trouble here! Hurry up and leave!"
If these people were to leave just like that, then of course, everyone would be happy. If these people still chose to stay here and value fame over their lives, then Caren could also, during this period when the Lord had his eyes closed and was resting, throw these guys out one by one. When the Lord opened his eyes, she would still be that good little girl.
As for why Caren was sure the Lord would not blame her, it was because she had gotten an example from Aslan. And that was Saint Martha. Or strictly speaking, she had learned that all saints had extraordinary combat power. Perhaps it was because she had been with Aslan all this time. After learning such news, she was not too surprised. But if it were the other members of the Church, perhaps it would not be this kind of reaction.
However, just as Caren's voice fell, a tongue thrust out from underground, directly wrapping around this young man's neck. Then, a greenish-blue arm emerged from the ground, an existence that was similar to a human but completely different. Two large eyes were located on the sides of its cheeks, closer to its shoulders. The place where its facial features and neck should have been had turned into a huge mouth with sharp teeth. At this moment, that tongue had thrust out from its mouth. And there was not just one tongue in that mouth; the remaining two were also eager to move. At the same time, the sharp claws at the tips of its four arms were constantly trembling, as if they could stabilize at any moment and directly dismember the prey that the tongue had pulled back.
These non-human-like existences were actually the same species as the corpses that had stood up in the coffins. That is, ghouls. However, perhaps because they had been influenced too much, or had existed for too long, and had not been stained with enough fresh blood, the appearance of these existences, rather than being human, was more like the legendary Gugs.
However, Caren's reaction was also swift. Although she didn't have time to release her armament, her skills were not solely dependent on the equipment her cheap teacher had given her. According to her teacher's words, only when one was strong enough oneself could one have a solution when facing any problem. There would always be a time for her to release her equipment. Although she really wanted to complain that her cheap teacher and teacher's wife themselves didn't seem to be human and could withstand swords and spears, she had to admit that there was indeed some truth to it. For example, now, Caren directly drew the dagger hidden at her waist. As the dagger slid past, the tongue of this Elder Ghoul was directly cut off. This could be considered saving this little young man who valued his life so little.
She threw the dagger at these Elder Ghouls. It was just that compared to the tender tongue of the Elder Ghoul, their greenish-blue skin was closer to steel. Even the dagger forged by Aslan, because it was "trash," could only leave a shallow wound on their bodies.