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I looked at the halls and saw it was swarmed by hundreds of undead and more coming from broken glass walls on every side.
In the center of the hall were people fighting, there were forty to fifty of them, and they have formed a circle, and inside that circle, they were protecting the people, about twenty of them.
Many people had died, and their bodies had littered across the floor.
“What are you waiting for? Come here,” came a shout at us; it was from the Knight of a black star.
He is one of the leaders defending the circle; the other is captain Julian and a woman in early forties with a small pet on her shoulder.
Hearing the shout, we moved toward them, but after taking a single step, we had to stop as a swarm of undead came at us.
Their numbers are far greater than we had faced, and we are not facing them from the narrow space of hallways and stairs, but in an open hall; it is going to be far more dangerous than before.
“Don’t hold back; if you feel the need to use the skill, use it,” said Leena as she decapitated three zombies and one skeleton in a single strike without using any skill.
I wish I could marvel at her ability, but undead came at me too and seeing them, Locke and two behind me shook even more.
One of them seemed to have gotten scared enough that they had pissed in their pants.
Whether it is the same person as earlier or someone else, I don’t know; I did not have time to look.
There was more than seven undead coming at me, and I took a step forward and swung my sword, and this time, I used my skill.
Pachac Khak Pachak
I decapitated three with a single attack of Consecutive Strikes before taking two left to avoid the attack. As I had avoided it, I used the Quick Steps and appeared directly in four of them and cut four of them in the second slash of Consecutive Strikes.
I am pretty proud of this attack, not because I had killed seven of them with two strikes, but because I was able to maintain the Consecutive Strike in a break of a second.
Which is quite hard considering Consecutive Strikes needed to be consecutive. It took some ingenuity, but I did it, and now I have another something in my arsenal.
I wish I had even a moment to enjoy the victory, but I did not, as another zombie came at me as I finished crushing the skulls of skeletons.
I immediately stepped back and swung my sword, decapitating the two without using the skills, before moving forward to meet the group of eight undead coming toward me. To deal with them, I had to use my skills.
It is intense; every second, I am dealing with the undead, and this time, being in the open hall, I barely have any protection.
It had improved my killing count, and now I am not worse in my group.
While others may have higher attributes, skills, and even experience, I have practice.
I have been practicing with a sword since I could hold it; even after my mother disappeared, my father had got me the best instructor money could get.
Even though he did not like me to be a warrior, he supported me in my choice.
It is also true that old Remus was a natural fighter, born with instincts that others gained through years of experience.
I had inherited it all.
I am doing better than any person with my attribute and skills would be doing, but it still did not give me the confidence to survive.
A couple of times, I have nearly died from the blades, not to mention the injuries piling on my body, which have become heavy enough that I started to feel slow from them, but I am not getting a chance to drink the healing potion.
I could only have that when we reach the circle of humans in the center; we are already halfway to it; we just need to continue until we reach the circle.
There others and I will get a chance to heal our injuries.
Time passed as I killed one undead after another; I don’t know many I had killed, but there were a lot of them that now we were fighting while stepping on their bodies and bones; it was quiet, especially when I stepped on the bodies of people.
Many humans have died in an endless tide of undead; I think not even half of them have survived.
There were nearly two hundred guests and over a hundred guards; now, barely a hundred people could be in the hall, and both guests and guards combined, and seeing the endless tide, more would die.
All of us might die, as our strength has a limit; we cannot fight perpetually, and we will get tired eventually.
To survive, we either have to kill all the undead or kill the one who is controlling or hope that rescue arrives soon as possible.
Though the chances of that seemed quite low, considering they had isolated the island. One of the mages has told us that the message spells he is sending are bouncing back; the undead bastards have created the isolation field.
Hun!
I was fighting the undead when my eyes fell on the undead moving toward Leena.
It looked like common undead, but when it moved, one could see the difference, especially when it swung that sword; it had some skill, and the sword was also much better than the rest of the zombies.
‘The uncommon,’ I thought.
Most zombies attacking us are made of common people, but there are zombies who are made from the bodies of fighters.
Those are valuable and used in important wars; these zombies are not much powerful, especially those low-level warriors, but they are stronger and possess some instincts of their former selves, which makes them more dangerous than these common zombies.
Leena decapitated it like the rest of the zombies; there was no difference.
If the tide of such zombies had come, it might have made it difficult for Leena, but one or two of them did not make killing them difficult.
We have reached closer to the circle, and now there are around fifty undead have remained between them and us, and they are being cut like grass by lawnmower.
Pachack Khak Pachac
I cut through the zombies and skeleton, getting another cut on the collarbone; if it had been a little up, it would have been a real danger.
Though, it hurts like hell, like many of my injuries.
In a few seconds, we had cut through all the undead and reached the circle, and one of the people I saw couldn’t help but surprise me, especially seeing what she was doing.
“Quickly get into a circle,” shouted the Knight, and the people of the circle began to move, making it bigger, forming a space for us.
There are even a few skills involved, trying to make the process faster and smoother as possible.
As there are still hundreds of undead, and they are coming nonstop through the door and broken glass walls.
The first ones who went to the circle were Locke and two other people. They went inside and huddled together with twenty other people while we merged with a circle and closed the gaps before turning undead.
“Remus, I heard you had left the way of the sword,” said the woman, who manipulated the golden thread and cut the heads of two zombies and three skeletons; the heads of skeletons were divided into pieces by the string by the time they fell on the floor.
“Gulp!”
“You have surprised me too, Eva; I did not know you could fight,” I said to the beautiful woman beside me as I took a huge gulp of bitter healing potion.
Too that she smiled.
“It is something I had picked up in my younger days; it had been decades since I had used it to fight,” she replied as she cut another group of groups of the undead with her golden thread or, should I say, a gold thread.
She is using a gold thread mixed with some other metals, manipulating it the way she wants, and even using a couple of skills and spells to turn it into the weapon that it had become.
She is an accomplished jeweler, I had never expected she could fight, and she is not fighting like an inexperienced person, but someone who had quite an experience in fighting.
She is also looking quite hot, and even while fighting, I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her.
It did not take long for me to pay the price for it, as I had nearly been decapitated by the rusted sword of the skeleton.
They were coming like the tide, but the pressure was much less than before, and now, I had nearly stopped using my skills.
The circle is a great battle formation, and, despite the huge number of undead attacking every minute, we are handling them.
“Are we going to keep fighting? They will tire us out if they keep coming like this,” I said as I decapitated the two zombies.
I am getting tired and already thinking of using the stamina potion.
“No, the mages are trying to open the bunker,” she replied with a shake of her hand. “Did they have a key?” I asked, to which she shook her head.
“No, only the majordomo of the estate and only the members of the Santos family have the keys, and both of them are dead,” she replied as she killed a group of skeletons, turning their heads into pieces in the air.
John Santos is dead, and I can’t make myself feel sad about it; I am even a little angry.
This is the second time I am in danger because of him; the first time, the rogues, and now the undead, and unlike the rogues, these undead have every intention to kill us.
The key could be conventional or unconventional; it seemed like our luck was bad as the key to the bunker was unconventional.
It could be a form of blood, which is unlikely as the majordomo could open it. It is likely the runic code, which makes things quite complicated.
Normal mages would be incapable of opening it, and using force would be useless since it is a bunker and there are people around.
“Will they be able to open it?” I asked, killing another zombie, “High Mage Blackstone is quite an accomplished enchanter; there is a chance he might be able to do it,” she replied, not giving a definite answer.
I was thinking about the old man I had met earlier when suddenly there was a commotion inside the circle.
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