At the beginning, unlimited skill tree!

In just such a short conversation, it seems that she has understood herself ‘almost’, and she even arbitrarily defines herself as a ‘harmless species’.

Moreover, what does it mean to use her as a ‘coolie’ for the time being?

Then Yuye found that she was really being used as a little maid by the other party.

Why is she here now, helping the other party move things?

Didn’t she come to the capital to inquire about the news of the Black Knight and the Saint? !

“I’ll take you back first.” Without answering the beast-eared girl, Yan directly picked up her petite body in the other party’s shy exclamation, and then quickly teleported back to the library.

After putting the other party down, Yan began to pursue it with the strong induction of ‘Gilgamesh’ to that breath.

“Eh!?” The beast-eared girl, who had no idea what the other party was thinking, finally looked at Yan who hurriedly left in confusion.

…

“Demon God… Where is the heart of our great master!?”

The dark and terrifying passage unfolded in the human world.

It was the road to the abyss when Overlord Wolnir fell.

A goat-headed demon with magma and flames all over his body and holding a huge staff crawled out of the abyss.

Following closely, countless skeleton soldiers crawled out.

"Demon! It's the abyss demon!" The soldiers of the Guards shouted in panic.

The Saint in the carriage walked out.

Looking at the huge figure, and the area filled with "blood mist" and black rain, her face turned pale and she was also scared.

How is it possible!

'How could the gate of the abyss be opened here. '

"That's right! Undead Squad! Everyone, don't panic. We still have the Fran Undead Squad!" I don't know who shouted.

People finally regained a little confidence.

Yes! They still have the Undead Squad!

They are powerful undead warriors who always stand on the front line against the abyss.

Even if it is the abyss demon, it should be easy to deal with it.

Then——

Everyone looked at the group of "Fran Undead Squad" members with expectation.

The noble young masters were panicking.

"...Gu...Starklin, we are not really going to fight this goat-headed demon, are we? He looks so scary!" The young masters were panicking.

The excitement they had originally felt because of their good performance was now like being poured with a basin of cold water, and they were trembling all over.

"Where is the heart...?" Smelling the 'fragrance' in the air, the huge abyss demon became even more irritated!

He roared, looking at the remaining goblins and humans with a ferocious look.

He must get the heart before other powerful abyss demons arrive.

This is his only thought now. The demon did not expect that the heart had been crushed by someone, and now all he could see was the heart.

The goat-headed demon waved the huge cane in his hand, boom! ! The kneeling goblin giant was crushed into minced meat.

Then he led the skeleton soldiers to slaughter the surrounding goblins.

As low-level monsters, facing such a powerful abyss monster, these goblins didn't even dare to think of fighting back, and were easily crushed into pieces of flesh and blood like a meat grinder.

Then the goat-headed demon looked at the remaining "humans" again!

"Heart... Dirty!" He asked violently again in a hoarse, old voice.

However, no one replied to him.

The goat-headed demon was finally angry and took the initiative to kill the nearest guards.

"Ahhhh!! Don't come over! The demon is coming!"

"I can't hide!! I can't hide! I'm going to hit you!" The guards came with a panicked voice.

In an instant, the fight between the monsters of the abyss and humans began.

Boom!!!

The goat-headed demon waved his cane wantonly and knocked away several humans.

The mercenaries and kingdom warriors of the second fortress immediately stepped forward to help.

Soon, the scene fell into a very chaotic battle.

"Everyone. It's our turn..." Starklin's heart trembled when he saw this, and he suddenly took a deep breath and said firmly in a deep voice.

His voice was not very loud, but it suddenly struck the hearts of his companions around him.

"Are you crazy?!"

"No... I'm not crazy. Do you still remember the setting of the Undead Team? Most of them are abandoned and homeless undead. In the end, they finally found like-minded partners and gathered together. I have joined the 'Undead Team'. Sharing wolf blood, I vowed to take on the task of stopping the spread of the abyss and defeating the abyss." The head under the tricorn hat slowly raised, and the face was covered by the clothes on his body. The only pair of eyes that could be seen showed a calmness and determination that was completely different from usual.

Maybe everyone just wanted to play.

But he was indeed deeply attracted to the 'Undead Team' after watching Dark Souls.

He could understand the lonely inner persistence of those 'Undead' when people said they were cruel and misunderstood.

Even though he kept falling and getting up in the process of fighting against the abyss, and his humanity gradually faded, he never forgot his original intention.

He wanted to be that kind of "warrior"!

"I can't watch my compatriots fighting there and stay here alone!" He said this at last.

Then, Starklin began to command the plate armored warriors around him to surround the goat-headed demon.

"Starklin!!" The other members of the 'France Undead Team' couldn't help but shout in shock when they saw this scene.

They could only watch the tall three-cornered hat getting further and further away, and then they couldn't help but reach out and grab the brim of their iron helmets.

A noble young man took off his hat and wanted to throw it away.

He only joined the Immortal Team to become a 'hero', not to die!

However--

Just when he raised his hat and was about to throw it out.

He noticed the other people's looks.

It was a silent, complicated look that made this noble young man feel sour in his heart.

I think about how we all stepped out of the royal capital with our dreams, how we all made team uniforms, recruited mercenaries, and finally defeated the jackals with our own strength. The feeling of satisfaction and glory we felt at that time.

This hat with an unknown symbol carries the most beautiful bonds and fantasies of this group of people.

"Put your hat on. It's time to face the abyss; or..."

"Do you want to be Hawkwood?" A young master from the 'Undead Team' smiled easily and gently. Then he firmly held his big sword, then roared and led his plate armor warriors to charge. Got out.

"Swear on wolf blood!!"

"Nonsense!!! I don't want to be Hawkwood! I also have my own ambitions and dreams!" The aristocratic young man from before slammed his hat on his head, his eyes were red and he shouted in a complex manner.

"Swear on wolf blood!!"

Then he also took his subordinates to join the battle.

Later, the young men of the undead team were gradually inspired and led their elite soldiers to join the battle to help the human army.

The remaining Guards soldiers mistook them for the real Undead Team, and saw that the 'Undead Team' was also coming.

Their fighting spirit increased.

For a moment, the fear of the sheep-headed demon was overwhelming.

Chapter 99 The Real French Undead Team! ?

Fire, lots of fire burning.

boom! ! ! A group of people were sent flying far away by a stick.

"At least it's the sixth step... Isn't the physical strength inferior to Beamon?" The warrior said hoarsely.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" A young nobleman screamed and was knocked away.

His thigh was scraped open by a branch, and he fell to the ground covered in blood and fainted instantly.

"Ral!" shouted Starklin, standing up.

He suddenly covered his left arm, his face changing in pain.

No, when the arm just slashed at the demon with the sword, the bones seemed to have broken due to the force of the shock.

but--

In this situation, it is no longer possible to care about the condition of the arm!

Seeing his 'partner' lying on the ground in the distance, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, Starklin was extremely angry in his heart.

‘Why…the people from the Faran Undead Team are not standing up. ’ At this time, the warrior commander on one side became increasingly uneasy.

Within a few minutes of the battle, he had gradually discovered that this 'Flan Undead Team' seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

Although they generally have good physical fitness and can use advanced combat skills, their combat experience seems to be no better than that of beginners.

Now, after fighting for a short while, they all lost their battles, and they did not have the legendary 'immortal' characteristics.

The actual combat effectiveness may be worse than that of some of his Guardsmen.

"Get out of the way——!!!" Suddenly, the warrior commander broke into a cold sweat and shouted when he saw a certain scene in front of him.

"Ahhhh!!!" The girl screamed in fear, but she could not avoid the huge palm. She was caught in the palm of the sheep-headed demon.

"Where is the heart...?"

"I...wuwuwu..." The girl, wearing the clothes of the Undead Team, cried out of fright.

As a rare female member of the undead team, the faces of the remaining young men of the undead team suddenly changed when they saw her.

"Asshole!!! Let her go!" The only heir to the Duke among them suddenly used the family's sword skill, 'Four-Strike with Flowers'.

Originally, he used a light stabbing sword to pursue high-speed attack sword skills.

Although he has the highest level of swordsmanship, the weapon he uses is the 'Flan Great Sword', and at this time he cannot display the original dexterity of his swordsmanship at all.

When the big sword struck the sheep-headed demon's arm, it suddenly broke.

The heir to the duke was also stunned when he looked at the dazzling white mark on the arm of the goat-headed demon. "How could-!?"

"Idiot! Come back quickly!! Master Hanster!" A certain sergeant who came from the Second Fortress shouted anxiously.

From the unique swordsmanship just now, he had already recognized the identity of the young master of the 'Undead Team'.

"Hanst? The only heir to Duke Huazhe!?" The warrior commander's expression finally changed completely.

‘Is this person the Duke’s child? ! Then wouldn’t it be true for others too! ’

Peng! ! Fran's sword was broken by a staff, and Hanster, the heir to the duke, was also knocked away.

When I saw this scene in front of me——

'Fake! These French Undead Team are actually fake. ’ The warrior commander finally reacted.

‘Why are those who were injured and fainted in battle unable to continue fighting and stand up soon as described in ‘Dark Souls’…’

He finally knew the answer.

Because these guys are not 'immortals' at all, but the heirs of major nobles? !

"Hua... Hua Zhe Swordsmanship!"

"That was Huazhe swordsmanship just now... Is he really the heir of Duke Huazhe?! Ah! Doesn't that mean the Faran Undead Squad is fake?"

"There is no Faran Undead Squad."

"What should we do? We can't beat this demon. He is too powerful!"

The Faran Undead Squad is fake. This fact can no longer be hidden in the public eye and is completely exposed.