Chapter 426 – The Last Queen’s Guard

Chapter 426 – The Last Queen’s Guard
The enemies appeared suddenly after the party entered a corridor that led straight into the depths of darkness – and in seemingly endless numbers.

A sharp cracking sound came from the side, a scimitar slashed at a vicious angle towards his neck, Lawrence leaned back in the nick of time and grabbed the arm holding the scimitar, a ghostly green flame instantly rose from the edge of his palm and burned a monster wearing a navy uniform with its head split vertically into ashes, and before he could react, several consecutive gunshots rang out from the opposite side.

The gunfire came from a creeping monster that suddenly crawled out of a drainage ditch – the monster had a human upper body, but the lower half of its body was a writhing, undulating pile of deformed guts, and in its hand it clutched a “rifle” that seemed to be made of a combination of skeleton and flesh and blood. In its hand, it was holding a “rifle” that seemed to be made of bones and flesh, and the muzzle of the rifle, which was a wrong product no matter how you looked at it, was spitting out a tongue of fire.

Lawrence’s eyes instantly coalesced, time seemed to slow down around him, he felt that his eyesight in this moment exceeded that of ordinary people by countless times, and he could even clearly see the trajectory of the bullet flying towards him – the next instant, he twisted his body, dodging the bullet flying towards him at an unimaginable angle and stance.

He dodged three times and was shot six times.

“He X’s monster!!!” The old captain exploded with pain, then lifted the revolver in his hand and fired two shots towards the monster.

He lowered his head, looked at his chest, and saw several shocking bullet holes shredding the flesh and blood there, however, under the burning of the Ghost Fire, the translucent flesh and blood of the spirit body was healing at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

It wasn’t fatal, but it led to intense pain and exhaustion, and the power of the flames seemed to be wearing out – it was currently full, but it was hard to tell if it would ever run out.

And around Lawrence, the heavily-armed subordinates were still fighting – these sailors, whose entire bodies were wrapped in spectral flames, had already sensed their now temporary state of undeath, and their fighting style was becoming more and more ferocious, fending off the monsters they couldn’t kill with their guns, bayonets, and short swords in their hands, while desperately attempting to push deeper and deeper into the corridors. They used their guns, bayonets, and short swords to fend off the monsters that they could not finish killing, while trying their best to push deeper into the corridor.

However, just like Lawrence himself, all of them were still not used to their “spirit body” state, not to mention the control of those ghost flames, these sailors who accidentally gained undead bodies were just wasting their strength and firepower, and the battle in the whole sewer corridor had become so chaotic that it was impossible to see.

Therefore, even though they had bodies that could regenerate, they could only move forward at an unbearably slow speed under the siege of endless monsters, with no hope of breaking out.

The only thing that was not affected by the spectral flames on the scene was that dry corpse – Abnormality 077 was also fighting, he wielded two curved swords, and with a flexible and agile body that was completely inconsistent with the identity of the dry corpse he was walking through the battlefield, charging back and forth like the wind, and if it wasn’t for the fact that his eyesight had been greatly strengthened, Lawrence even suspected that he couldn’t catch up with the dry corpse’s movements at all. If it wasn’t for his eyesight being greatly enhanced, Lawrence even suspected that he would not be able to catch up with the dry body’s movements.

But now his eyesight has far exceeded normal people, abnormal 077 speed in Lawrence’s eyes will seem not too outrageous, he can clearly see that the dry corpse from every fierce-looking monster next to the bypass, through the safe route in the battlefield, its hand machete up and down, cut half a clock is still the same as the new – the blade hadn’t even touched anything.

“The Sailor simply ran down the corridor waving his two swords, only yelling louder than anyone else.

“I’ll clear the way with my machete!” The dryad’s broken voice echoed through the corridor, accompanied by the whistling sound of sharp blades breaking through the air in between, “These ugly blasphemous things are no match for me!”

Lawrence took a big step forward, and grabbed the neck of the “sailor” who was about to charge from the side, his strength at the moment was amazing, and he even dragged this dry body directly to his eyes by the neck, his raspy voice was accompanied by the crackle of flames: “If you can’t help, at least be quiet! If you can’t help, at least keep quiet!”

Abnormality 077 was strangled by the neck, and the dried up head was only a dozen centimeters away from Lawrence’s face, which made his body shiver, “Yes …… yes …… yes! Captain!”

Lawrence raised his hand and threw the dryad ten meters in front of him, “Get the hell out of there and clear the way – if you don’t make it through today, I’ll shove you into the steam core’s combustion chamber!”

The dryad screamed strangely as it was thrown, finally tangling with the mud monsters that kept coming out, while a crew member carrying a rifle ran over from the side and shouted beside Lawrence, “Captain! We’re running out of bullets!”

Lawrence turned around sharply and saw that almost all of the people he had brought with him had begun to fight those monsters with cold weapons, and they were holding out in this corridor completely relying on their immortality, yet the overall advancement of the group had clearly stopped.

It was no longer possible to move forward any further.

Nor was there any way to retreat.

Chaotic shouts and chilling sounds of disintegrating flesh and blood and broken limbs filled the corridors, the black mud on the walls and roofs around them was still seeping out, the minions in spirit form were being overwhelmed by almost endless monsters, the weapons in their hands were running out of ammo in droves, the spirit flames in their own bodies still burned, and yet fatigue was building up, and that fatigue was even delaying and interfering with their own Thoughts.

In the depths of this chaotic sewer, Lawrence suddenly had a little trance, and even began to feel that the whole world was unreal – the Who is he, where is he, what is he doing …… The monsters here are endless, yet how much longer is the agreed midnight zero hour ……?
Just at this moment, as if in response to this trance of his own, Lawrence suddenly heard Martha’s voice from the small mirror on his chest:

“They are coming.”

The old captain instantly snapped out of his daze, and in his haste he raised his hand, drew his short sword from his waist and stabbed a monster that was lunging at him, then immediately retreated, avoiding the black mud that was practically spewing over him, while raising his head quickly.

Footsteps appeared in the corridor – very, very many of them, along with distant and indistinct sounds of shouting and passing orders, followed by a swift approach, almost instantly arriving in the area where Laurence and the sailors were battling it out.

Almost in the twinkling of an eye, innumerable figures appeared.

As if emerging from an old time, shadow after shadow coalesced in the air and transformed into heavily armed soldiers, the old rifles of half a century ago clutched in their hands, the bayonets on their muzzles glinting coldly in the dark corridors, as they rushed from the darkness, rushing toward the next darkness-without the slightest interruption in the coalescence of figures! their charging steps, as if their battle never rested, it was only at this moment that their figures could be observed.

The sailors fighting in the corridor were so shocked by this sudden appearance in front of them that they subconsciously stopped; they watched the troop charge into the place, watched them shoot at the monsters that were everywhere in the place, watched them roar into battle, and it was only after several seconds that one of the sailors reacted and muttered to himself in astonishment, “The last of the Queen’s Guard ……”

Lawrence reacted as well, subconsciously stepping forward and walking towards a young soldier who was in the process of loading his rifle – the soldier looked to be twenty years old at most, its old-time City State Guard uniform tattered and torn as if it had been crawling through these sewers for a long, long time.

“Hello, we’re here to help ……” Lawrence reached out and clapped his hand on the young soldier’s shoulder, yet his words ended abruptly just as he was in mid-sentence.

His hand passed through the other man’s figure.

Was this just an illusion?
Lawrence raised his head in dismay, but he saw that those illusionary soldiers had already engaged in a fierce battle with the monsters in the corridor, the guns in their hands kept firing, and those seemingly non-human things made up of filthy mud fell down one after another.

A tall soldier rushed from the other side, Lawrence panicked and dodged, but he couldn’t dodge in time, he watched as the tall soldier ran over as if he hadn’t seen him, and passed through his body like a phantom – then he was hit by a stray bullet from the monsters, and his tall body collapsed into the sewers with a thud.

The other Queen’s Guard soldiers bypassed the body and continued to run deeper into the corridor.

A sailor came up from the side and muttered behind Lawrence, “They’re phantoms ……”

“But these phantoms can fight those monsters, they can even destroy them ……,” Lawrence said blankly, but still felt as if he were dreaming.

“The monsters in the corridor are no longer increasing.” Another sailor said from the side.

Lawrence reacted instantly.

For the first time, the number of monsters in the corridor had actually decreased – after the appearance of the Queen’s Guards made up of phantoms, the black mud that had been pouring out of the surrounding walls and ceiling had finally stopped seeping in, and the monstrous freaks that couldn’t be killed in any way before were now being cut down in number!
The existence of the Queen’s Guard can inhibit the “regeneration” and “proliferation” of those monsters?
Countless questions filled Lawrence’s mind, but he knew that there was something more important than pursuing the answers to these questions.

“Follow the Queen’s Guard!” He raised his hand in the air and shouted the order, “Follow the road they’re driving on!”

“Aye, Captain!”

(End of chapter)