Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

When everyone was shocked by this terrifying scene, only Neos reacted instantly. He directly reached out with his right hand, pulled out Nero's waist dagger, and lunged forward.

No one could have imagined that such an intellectual character could have such a formidable skill.

At this moment, his knees are slightly bent, his feet are stepping up and down on the steps, his posture is stable and powerful.

Two awakened ghouls were strung together with short swords, their cold faces were very close to the twisted and withered faces of the ghouls.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

There was a low and hoarse wail, and dust gushed out of the hollow and dark mouth.

"There is no pain and no consciousness, so the human option is basically ruled out." Neos analyzed coldly, and then drew his sword horizontally.

As if seeing a piece of cloth being cut, there was a crisp cutting sound, and the two heads fell straight down and rolled down the steps.

"Can't dodge, has no instinct, so it doesn't belong to the biological category."

Nios took half a step back, looked up at the ghoul crawling out of the rock wall on the top, like a tide falling from the sky, and then looked down at the corpse that was still walking without a head.

"So is it undead magic, or something else..."

"Nyos!" Nero shouted behind him.

It was too late for him to analyze the situation, because corpses had already come from all directions.Some climbed out of the tomb above their heads, bared their teeth and claws, and then fell directly into the abyss from a high altitude, while others went up and down the steps from the gathering place, and surrounded five people.

They raised their hands high and roared unconsciously, like fanatical believers.

The tide of corpses is getting closer!

Nios made some estimates on the timing of the confrontation, and realized that now is not the time for analysis, so he can only respond to the enemy's command first.

So he stepped back on the steps, swung the blade with one hand, cut off the legs of the ghoul that rushed over, then reached out with his left hand, grabbed the bronze shield from the cave, and threw it back.

"Marda!"

Martha was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously caught it, and raised her head.

Facing the overwhelming tide of corpses, Nios said without any fluctuation: "The terrain on the steps is narrow, and the number advantage of these things cannot be used.

You go to the bottom to be the front army and block them with your shield! "

The calm tone dispelled the fear

"Oh!" Martha nodded quickly, and trotted to the front of the team.

She crossed Nero's shoulders, holding a stick in her left hand and a shield in her right hand. She crossed her hands to form a solid barrier, blocking the tide of corpses trying to go up.

Neos cut off another leg, and the unbalanced ghoul fell, tripping over the ghouls behind, and many of them fell directly to the bottom of the cave.

As he retreated, he quickly ordered: "Lucius and Aya, you take cover behind her, kill from both sides, remember the target is the head or legs,

They can't be killed, so the goal is to make these things incapacitated. "

After speaking, he turned around and threw the dagger back to Nero.

Nero caught it in a hurry: "Then what about you!"

"I'll break."

The moment Neos turned around, the two ghouls had already jumped down.But he actually boldly stepped forward, put his hands against the ghoul's chest, paused, shouted, and shook the two corpses away with a short force, and then sent them out of the steps with a light push.

But these two were just appetizers, and more ghouls followed.

Romanio ran up at this time and handed over a rusty bronze sword, "I found it, I found it. By the way, how do you know there are weapons in these holes?"

"The burial object, and I accidentally saw the cave when I just came down."

After taking over, Neos took advantage of the situation and gave new instructions to the team: "Also, Romagno is also cut off."

"Eh!"

Romanio was stunned, "But you obviously just asked me to help you find weapons in these tombs, and you don't need to participate in the battle..."

"Don't worry, these things move very slowly, and they don't have a strong sense of attack. It's just that there are too many of them." Nios said.

"That's not a reason..." Romagno complained, but he still raised his bronze sword and stood beside him.

"Even if you say so..."

Behind, Aya's hand crossed Martha's shoulder, and the dagger brushed past the girl's face, drawing a cold wind, and the tip pierced straight into the wight's forehead.

Taking advantage of the gap, she turned her head and said, "But there are too many of these things. Are we going to fight all the way to the bottom of the cave like this?"

"Need not,"

Neos pushed Romagno forward, using it as a shield for himself: "About ten meters further down, you should see a lifting platform. I saw it just now when the torch fell."

"You fucking bastard!" Romagno raised his sword to block the tide of corpses, pushed hard, and cursed casually.

Nios ignored it, and pressed the golden retriever's back with his left hand, not allowing him to take a step back.

"So what are these things!" Nero hid behind Mirta, finishing harvesting from time to time.

"I'm thinking." Neos frowned slightly.

Romagno was in front of him, using his broad body and bronze sword as a meat shield, and cursed: "I miss your sister!"

"No organization, no cooperation, no use of weapons, no croaking and gnawing, so not instinct-driven zombies.

At the same time, there is no magic power remaining, which means that it is not necromantic magic, so it is very likely that it is a curse. ..."

Neos' brain was running at a very high speed, and his eyelashes flickered: "So whose curse is it, the master here?"

His brain seemed to be heating up violently, but his body seemed to be cooling down gradually. The more this kind of moment, the calmer he became.

"Is the cause of this curse a living creature?"

Neos backed away, shaking his head and vetoing his own judgment, "No, it shouldn't, otherwise we should wake up as soon as we come in, so you want to stop us and prevent us from going down?"

"It's possible, but are there other possibilities?"

Just after talking to himself, Nios raised his sword and pressed it against the back of the blond man in front.

"...Move forward, you have affected my thinking."

Romanio: "I*&@#%!&^%[email protected]^*$!!!"

As if he hadn't heard the curse, Nios frowned fiercely, feeling that he was just a step away from touching the truth.

So she couldn't help turning her head, watching the three women form a triangle formation, advancing little by little.

Facing the huge shield formed by the powerful saint, even the tide of corpses could not break through, and the female snitch even seized various gaps and killed the corpses from tricky angles.

And Nero's martial arts skills are not weak, he also received elite training when he was young, and when he grew up, he fantasized that he could enter the Colosseum as a gladiator...

and many more......

Neos' eyes suddenly returned to Aya.

Egyptians, Egypt, pyramids...

Then it seemed as if a ray of cold light penetrated the brain, and shock exploded in his heart.

Looking back at the tide of corpses, there was no attack, no hoarseness, just a simple pounce.

"So, they are neither attacking us nor guarding the tomb." Neos muttered to himself.

"What!" Romanio didn't hear clearly.

"They are audiences, pilgrimages..."

"what!"

As for who is the audience and worshipper.

Nios silently raised his left hand and looked down at the palm of his hand.

After a few seconds, he called out: "Romanio."

"What are you doing again!"

"Substitute, this time I will block them, you go and join them."

"Eh?"

"Don't worry about me, because I have some conjectures that need to be confirmed."

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Chapter 187 Chapter 180 Six Actors' Self-cultivation

Just like the legendary mummies in the pyramids and the terracotta warriors in the Yellow Mausoleum, according to the ancient tradition, even after death, these burials must also play the role of guarding the tomb.

This is not some evil spirit magic, nor is it the resurrection of a living corpse, but more like a curse that transcends the soul, an instinct that cannot be controlled by the will.

This kind of fanaticism makes them willing to die, even if they are nailed in a coffin and sleep for thousands of years, when they receive the message of their master's return, they can use their remaining instinct to drive themselves out of the grave...

"So, who are you waiting for!"

Neos muttered to himself, while backing away, he swung his knife indifferently.

Although it looks like he is trying to resist the attack of the corpse group, but he is actually doing experiments with the corpse group step by step to verify his conjecture.

Nios occasionally cut off a ghoul's calf, causing it to stumble and stumble a group of ghouls, watching them step on the corpses under them and get up desperately, like a pile of dried meat intertwined with waves.

And occasionally make some amazing moves, such as suddenly approaching, suddenly revealing flaws, showing an arm or something.

But fortunately, it seemed that his guess was right, these ghouls had no desire to attack, they just squeezed each other forward, trying to get closer to Neos himself.

It's like a female fan who chases stars, or an ant colony migrating with an ant queen.

Flocked, wave after wave.

"So, your target is me?"

Neos' first reaction was this, because according to the legend or the speech, if he was really the religious leader of this island.

Then it is understandable that these believers are so fanatical.

It's just that such a conjecture needs more evidence, but it's really inconvenient to explore your former identity with someone following you.

Thinking of this, Nios took a few steps back and looked back at the four people behind him.