Chapter 17 Breaking Through the Forest of Living Corpses!
Hundreds and thousands of dead trees broke.
And from each of the dead trees crawled a hideous, rotting corpse.
Thus, this forest of withered trees shrouded in mist instantly became a place of corpses. Those who could not find peace in life were the same in death, and they were jealous and hateful of any living creature!
Dick raised his longbow and fired two arrows, striking the nearest corpse that was about to pounce. The corpse froze and fell to the ground...
Dick breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, but the next moment, the rotting corpse that had fallen to the ground shakily got up again, completely ignoring the two arrows stuck in its chest and abdomen.
"What?!" Dick exclaimed in shock.
Just as the rotting corpse was about to pounce on Dick—
A flash of sword light appeared.
The head of the decaying corpse was separated from the body in an instant.
The headless corpse took two steps, then collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again.
Thick, foul-smelling blood splattered on Dick's face. He didn't even have time to feel nauseous before he heard old Tyr roar—
"Shoot the first one!"
Dick was startled, then suddenly realized what was happening. He wiped the sticky substance off his face, pulled out a few arrows from behind his back, and fired them at the approaching rotting corpses.
Puff, puff, puff—
Several arrows, each hitting the head precisely!
"Not bad, kid!!"
Pan, who was standing nearby, praised him upon seeing this.
He then grabbed a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, and charged into the pile of rotting corpses. He smashed into the pile of corpses like a block of tofu, easily crushing countless corpses. The spear in his hand was a deadly weapon; a single sweep could shatter the skulls of a large number of corpses.
Old Tyr gripped his sword with both hands, moving like a ghost through the gaps between the rotting corpses. His longsword was like a scythe reaping wheat in autumn, and countless corpse heads fell to the ground.
Hundreds of corpses were killed, and the stench of decay and blood filled the nostrils; the bodies were piled up into small mountains.
Old Tyr was the first to retreat, his longsword stained with murky blood. Exhausted from his age, he stood beside Yara, panting heavily...
Soon, Dick, having run out of arrows, also retreated to Yara's side.
"They are endless..."
"A large number of rotting corpses are approaching from a distance..."
"This can't go on!"
Old Tyr watched as the undead continued to gather. Although these undead were not powerful, their numbers were too great. Just by sheer numbers, they could be worn down and killed.
Yara gripped the dagger, gazing at the countless pale, swaying, and lurking corpses in the mist, drawn by the sound.
He thought to himself, "I can't waste any more time here..."
"We headed in that direction, killing as we went."
"That was the last place marked on the map where that monster was located!"
Old Tyr did not hesitate and rushed out first to clear a path for Dick and Yara.
Seeing this, Pan also retreated to cover the rear for the others.
"Tell me if you can't keep going!"
Yara used the dagger to pluck out all of her own fingernails one after another, gritting her teeth as she trembled in pain!
Seeing Yara's reaction, Dick was taken aback and hurriedly said:
"What are you doing! Thinking about self-harm at a time like this?"
However, in the next moment.
[Resurrection from Suffering] activated—
The excruciating pain transformed into surges of power that rose from the depths of Yara's body!
He suddenly lunged towards a group of rotting corpses ahead.
Slamming his fist down—
A loud bang rang in their ears.
Old Tyre, Pan, and Dick were deafened by the noise...
All the rotting corpses over there.
Like fireworks exploding, countless drops of liquid splashed out.
The two golden warriors were overjoyed; they knew...
Yara has made her move!
The two of them immediately stopped and retreated to Dick's side.
And while Dick was stunned.
Yara punched forward with alternating fists, so fast that even afterimages were not visible, and it seemed as if thunder was constantly exploding in one's ears!
Blood kept splattering in front of him, his fists like a terrifying meat grinder.
Those thousands upon thousands of rotting corpses could not hinder their progress in the slightest!
A vacuum zone almost formed in front of Yara!
Pan and Tyr, holding onto Dick, followed behind Yara.
Until Yara shattered the unfathomable fog with a single punch.
Arrive at the edge of the Forest of the Living Dead.
...
wisps of white smoke rose from Yara's fist.
He was panting heavily.
Looking behind him, he was relieved to see that the people behind him were unharmed.
Only then did he look at the scene ahead—
wasteland.
A desolate wasteland, a wilderness that should have been filled with flowers and meadows.
Now all that remains is the cracked earth's crust.
The sky was a dark gray, as if shrouded in clouds...
In the distance, the ruins of a village are faintly visible.
The group exchanged glances and decided to rest in the ruins for a while...
They were so tired.
Upon arriving at the ruins, Old Tyr and Dick inspected the site inside and out four or five times. Only after confirming that there was nothing unusual did they breathe a sigh of relief and rest in peace.
Yara found a relatively intact building and used it as a temporary shelter.
The group sat leaning against the wall, still shaken, recalling the terrifying events that had just transpired.
"My God, bro!"
"You're just like a Nemean lion in human skin!"
"They literally punched right through that forest!"
"If it weren't for you, we would probably have perished there long ago."
Besides being terrified of the walking dead, Dick was also horrified of them.
I was also directly shocked by Yara's power.
Now he finally understood why Yara had said that his weapon was his fists.
I doubt there is any weapon in the world that can withstand Yara's power!
Pan was still somewhat shaken.
He believed himself to be invincible on the battlefield.
But when faced with these strange and supernatural things, he couldn't help but tremble.
So Pan asked the first question:
"My God, what are those living dead?"
"I've never heard of such a thing being here!"
Dick was also shaken.
Old Tyr looked grave, and with a long sigh, he said:
"The living dead..."
"Those souls were unable to reach the underworld; they were lost in the mist..."
"Do you know about King Argos's last campaign?"
They all nodded.
This event is famous because it was the most devastating defeat in the entire military career of the King of Argos.
"Ten Gold-level experts, one hundred Silver-level warriors, and ten thousand elite soldiers..."
"They all perished here in the end."
Pan was startled. He asked, "Master Tyr, are you saying that these zombies...were all our comrades-in-arms?"
Old Tyr nodded, wiping his longsword, and explained:
"Perhaps that lion-like monster can cause souls to lose their way... making even Death dare not easily set foot here..."
"So much so that those souls, in their agonizing wait, transformed into persistent, resentful evil spirits..."
"Ultimately, he stayed here and became the lion-monster's servant..."
"I'm afraid there are more undead than just those ten thousand soldiers..."
"And there are countless residents and innocent travelers who have died tragically in the vicinity, just like here."
The dark clouds that enveloped the sky completely obscured the light.
It makes it impossible for people to know whether it is day or night.
Dick pulled a flute from his pocket.
Slowly, it plays an old tune from that destroyed homeland.
Arah remembered his wife in Canaan who was pregnant, and the Most High God.
Pan recalled the time when he was humiliated in Sparta, and the Argos banner suddenly flew outside the city walls...
Old Tyre, meanwhile, recalled countless memories of people and events from the past that had faded into history...
He touched a bracelet engraved with the word "beloved" on his waist, and peacefully closed his eyes...
The dry wind from afar brought them a peaceful sleep.
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