The guardsn quickly surrounded the skeletal mages, preventing them from coming down. However, this didnt an that the guardsn were able to climb up either. Their vantage point gave the mages a clear shot at the guardsn.
As soon as they discovered that they were sealed in, they began to fire off bone spears in rapid succession as if their mana was endless. Within a short span of ti, they were able to fire off 10 bone spears, keeping the guardsn at bay.
However, this didnt faze as I calmly got my subordinates to maintain their positions. Instead, I stood nearby firing off darkness arrows at them. Their alertness surprised as the re action of my spell locking onto them seed to draw the attention of one of the mages. As the mass of darkness energy hurtled towards the mage, it imdiately erected a bone wall to shield itself.
As the bone wall rose from the floor of the rooftop, the building itself began to tilt to the side from the additional weight. Its dry aged walls were already on the verge of collapse due to the ravages of ti. If the bone wall wasnt removed soon, the entire rooftop would collapse.
The mage was aware of this fact as well and imdiately cancelled his spell. After a slight tremble, the building stabilized once more.
The danger of collapse was averted, but not for long. My eyes lit up upon seeing this as a plan rapidly formulated in my mind.
I had originally planned to have my guardsn wear out the mages, or perhaps tear down building, but now there was a much easier and safer way to bring them down!
All of you, retreat further back. The devils temporarily retreated under the confused gazes of the mages. What they didnt know was that one of the mages had just dug their own grave for them. As I locked onto an empty spot next to them, I summoned a bone wall!
One, two, threebone wall after bone wall rose in succession until finally at the third bone wall, the decrepit building started shaking. A mont later, the cracks spread out across the rooftop like a spiderweb before collapsing entirely in a loud burst of dust and mortar.
Due to the sudden collapse of the rooftop, the two mages were unable to react in ti and fell along with the rubble, getting buried alive in the process.
After a minute or so, the dust from the collapse settled, and I could finally inspect my handiwork.
As expected, the mages were buried under the rubble with parts of their limbs sticking out from underneath, their condition unknown.
No.3, Big 4, go take care of them. Also, be careful, they might be faking it.
With their round shields, sending them was the safest bet. The bone shields of the guardsn were simply not in the sa league as No.3 and Big 4s shields in terms of defensive power, so sending them instead might cause unnecessary losses.
After all, the cunning of the two mages was demonstrated on multiple occasions. I highly doubt that they would die so easily. In fact, I wouldnt be surprised if they were lying in wait, ready to ambush us.
As later events would show, my suspicions were well founded and my caution well rewarded. Those two mages werent dead or incapacitated, they were rely faking their deaths, awaiting the chance to deal us a mortal blow. However, No.3 and Big 4 werent just any old imp. They were seasoned veterans.
With my reminder still fresh in their minds, they slowly approached the rubble with their shields raised in front of them and their spiked maces extended.
They had intended to prod the rubble with their maces to check out the situation, but as their maces closed in, a couple of odd-looking globes of green fluid flew out of the rubble and landed onto their raised shields.
*Hisssss* As the green fluid flowed down the shield, a loud hissing sound filled the surroundings followed by an unknown stench wafting about in an ominous cloud of blackish-green smoke.
That fluidits corrosive! Damn it, they even had this up their sleeves
All this while, I thought they could only cast bone spears, but to think they actually brought out an entirely new spell in such a crucial mont. Furthermore, that spell seems really ominousthat sll and smoke
Quick! Toss those shields away! Kill them!
The sudden turn of events made panic. I didnt know if I should get them to prioritise killing the mages first or to protect themselves first.
Devils were known for their vicious and cruel nature, especially these two devils. They were exceptionally cruel, whether it was to their enemies or to themselves.
To them, safety was sothing you thought about as an afterthought. They brandished their spiked maces and began wildly smashing the pile of rubble, determined not to let the mages release a second volley of spells. Only after confirming their deaths did they finally rember to toss away their shields.
However, it was too late. That green fluid had already penetrated their shields and made contact with the two potatoes arms.
Its destructive rampage didnt slow down either. Upon making contact with them, it rapidly dissolved into their skin and began to corrode their arms. Within a few seconds, the forearms of the two imps fell off because of the corrosive fluid!
However, it wasnt satisfied with just their forearms, the corrosion continued on its destructive path up their arms, threatening to swallow them whole.
Chop off those arms! Quick!
Upon receiving my reminders, the two potatoes finally reacted to their dire situation. They sprinted to a pair of guardsn and snatched away their boneswords, and without a mont of hesitation, sliced off what was left of their arms!
Ignoring those two bleeding potatoes, my gaze never left their severed arms for a second. The reason? Those arms had completely disappeared except for a inconspicuous puddle of blackish-green fluid
What the heck, isnt that spell a little too powerful!? Dont tell its so three-star magic! If thats the case, are those two mages three-star as well? That cant be right. If they were, they shouldve used more magic instead of only using those bone spears, and that strange corrosive magic right at the end.
Dont just stand there, go get so at to eat. Eating was the fastest way for devils to heal up their wounds. Souls worked as well but they werent as effective as pure flesh and blood.
I had instructed the two imps to grab a bite, but instead of doing so they rely looked at each other before walking up to my side. Instead of healing up, they chose to guard , the sa as always, as if they werent wounded. Only after my safety was ensured did they finally get so of the guardsn to bring them so corpses to eat.
Sigh, to think that they rembered to guard even when they were injuredbut the loss of their arms was problematictheir daily functions werent impaired but combat would create so problem for them. However, wasnt I able to reincarnate into a different body? If even that was possible, regrowing a pair of arms should be easy, except I still dont know how to do so.
These two were extrely loyal to . Whether it was from an emotional standpoint or from a practical standpoint, I would never abandon them.
Master, here are the soul flas of the skeletal mages. One-eye brought the two soul flas to before respectfully bowing; a strange look apparent on his face. That corrosive magic mustve scared him quite a bit. If it had been him who got hit, he mightve been crippled.
At the sa ti as we destroyed the skeletal mages, the battle on the other side had ended as well. The ordinary undead were naturally not a match for my devil army; all one thousand of them were wiped out; though at great cost.
My devil count was already low at 600 before this battle. After the battle, our numbers had dropped to slightly over 500. If you added in the fact that No.3 and Big 4 had lost an arm each, our combat strength had suffered a significant hit.
Given the vastness of the land of the dead and the frequency at which we encountered enemies, refilling our devil ranks was going to be tough. In the two months weve been here, Ive only encountered two groups of devils. The first was the group with Big 4 and the other was that group of head imps we t half a month ago.
Speaking of those head imps, I wonder how that female devil was doingafter such a long ti, theyve probably eaten her already
After the battle ended, I brought No.3 and Big 4 to the chapel where we t those head imps. As I stood before the now completely doorless entrance, my head was a whirlpool of emotions. Was it agitation or perhaps just the complex mix of emotions within ? Either way, I was anything but calm.
However, I was not the only one who wasnt calm. The Grimoire of the Dead was extrely excited at this mont. This mysterious book flew into a particular direction, insistently tugging on the straightened bone chain as if it wanted to follow it.
As for why a book could do so, I was too lazy to comnt upon it and rely followed behind it. Just as we ca close to the podium, the book took a sharp turn, leading to the side of it and into a small room.
The room wasnt particularly large, coming in at a re 20 square ters and had the familiar ssiness seen throughout the rest of the chapel.
The book brought to the corner of the room before circling around a particular spot. It bounced up and down as it continued circling, as if to say that sothing was down here.
Truth be told, I still didnt know what this book was up to. Is it telling to break into the floorboards or walls?
Seeing stand there motionlessly for a long while, the book suddenly flew up and dived down, landing loudly on the floorboard. The resulting impact left speechless. Did it always have this much strength? Before I could react to this, the book repeated its hamr-like action again, smashing into the floorboard. I finally understood what it wanted. This guy wanted to break through the floorboard!
Alright, alright. I get what youre saying. Dont do anything silly. I tugged on the bone chain, pulling it back into my embrace. As I hugged it with one arm, I bent down and swept aside the dust in the air created by the books hamring. Judging from the sound of those two hits, it should be hollow beneath this floorboard.
If I still didnt understand that the two spots it smashed created two different sounds, and that this ant that one of them was hollow underneath, then I should just die and spare the world from my stupidity.
Most churches should have a basent, and it seems this chapel did as well. If Im not wrong, this should be a hidden entrance and there should be a chanism nearby to open this hidden door.
No.3 get One-eye and the others to co over, bring the guardsn too.
Yes, Master.
A while later, all of the nad imps, including No.5 were gathered in this small room. As for the 40 guardsn, they were stationed outside the room.
Theres a basent underneath. I said as I stomped on the hollow spot. While there was no obvious cracks to indicate a hidden entrance, the sound it produced confird it. I wish to check it out. I want you guys to search the surroundings and see if you can find a lever or so sort of chanism nearby. If we cant find it, we might have to resort to brute force.
Master, let try to break it. Just as I finished saying that, Nine-finger imdiately raised his spiked mace and smashed it into the floor.
*bang, bang*
The thunderous sound of the mace smashing into the floor, irritated . It reverberated loudly in my ears as Nine-finger continued smashing the floor. Just as I was about to leave due to the noise, Nine-finger shouted in an excited voice: Master, there it is! The entrance to the cellar has appeared!
I turned around and looked. There really was a black hole leading into the ground. At the side of this entrance, I noticed those sa luminescent stones I saw when I followed that robed skeleton into the caverns.
As expected, who needs a lever when you have a devil. Brute force was the solution to everything.
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