A demon who looks like a bone at the end of our gaze. Skeleton.
Skeletons dressed as adventurers like us, skeletons dressed in knights' armor and robes fill their limited vision.
In addition to man-made skeletons, undead marches continue such as animal-type skeleton beasts and insect-shaped skeleton inosects, zombies, and the expanding meat Acid Punk.
A bunch of undead people approaching us, the living ones, moving their bodies every step of the way, is also like a big wave.
"Oh, that's a lot…………………."
The characteristic rotten smell of the undead drifts, and Sisty whines with her face up.
There are a lot more of them than I thought, although I heard that there was a massive outbreak. There are going to be lightly hundreds of undead now, even as far as I can see.
There would also be more if the invisible portions in the form of fog were combined. I just don't think there's a thousand of them.
"There's a ton of undead behind the skeletons, too."
As I watched the undead from a distance, Sisty walked forward and poked me with a cane.
"... How about Duke? There's an undead who's going to be your friend. Is that right?
"There's no way you're here."
I had a slightly faint expectation that some demons might be able to speak as the same undead, but I don't feel like I could get along with those grotesque people.
I can't feel my intelligence, and I'm going to be attacked the moment I get close.
"Exactly. I don't think Durahan is here, but maybe Rich or something, right?
If it's a high-end undead, you can speak the language, and past information tells me that there was a rich or unhostile rich who could talk.
Rich might be able to talk and have information about Durahan and his neck.
"You don't even look like Rich when you look at him all the time. It's just undead."
But it would be troublesome when we met a halfway intelligent and malicious rich. Rich is said to unleash a vicious magic that has made him say things to high magic.
Maybe even stronger than our Sisty. There will be control.
"I bet the undead don't have character or shit."
We will wait until the undead and the others are in the range of the Magic Squad.
As the undead approached, countless undead groans could be heard.
As many of those rubbed voices overlap, it's like a song played by the dead and just listening makes me feel bad.
The adventurers around us also looked pale at the groans of the undead and the grotesque appearance.
The gradual approach would have made it clearly visible to the naked eye.
What the skin is tattered, what the gut is peeling out, just watching it gives people fear and disgust.
You can see with your eyes, feel the smell of rotten meat in your nose, stimulate the tympanic membrane with a trembling voice, and speak to the five senses.
If it hadn't been Durahan's appearance, I'd be sure he was throwing up. It's not comparable to a grotesque game like the one I saw in Japan.
Waiting for an undead to push over for a while.
"Magic Squad, stand down!
A knight on a leading military horse speaks up in prestige.
For once, the roundup of this battle has become the Virgin and Leah, but the Virgin is basically a wizard, so she overlooks this one on the back hill. Even from there, we can provide protection through the purification of sacred magic, and even the Skeleton Dragon of Fate is preserved. I know how important it is, but something is off.
I want to relax and watch from there, too.
Hearing the commandment of the knight's man, the wizards of the magic unit put their wands, sceptres, and hands diagonally up.
Sisty also holds out her wand late.
I wonder why. My spine is more sore than it is when the undead approaches me.
The distance between the undead and us is about 200 meters.
I can feel the distance between the pushing undead and the others.
"Start chanting!
The wizards cast one spell after another on the voice of the knight's man.
The voice of a human man, the beautiful voice of an elf woman, the low and fierce voice of the beast man and the dwarf overlap and play a melody.
Magic power gathers in the wands and hands, blue light, red light and various attribute colors light up, and bright light flowers bloom in the wetlands.
"It's my turn! Look at that, Duke! Because I will unleash magic on you financially and destroy the undead! Red flame. Gather in my hand. - Hi-ha!?
In the meantime, Sisty looked back and then cast a spell, so I put my hand aside to interfere with it.
Sisty then dropped the cane he was putting up with a short scream.
The red light that was gathering on Sisty's wand disappears powerless because of the supply of magic and the curse being cut off.
"Hey Duke, what are you doing! I don't have time for Duke! Because it's our wizard's turn!
He yells to hide the shrieking embarrassment, but his face and ears are stained bright red.
"Yes, yes, Sisty will stay here with me. Because it gets in the way of the real wizards."
"I'm a wizard, too! This is your chance to take down the undead with ease!
Chance is, who said the word pinch?
The other knights and adventurers were defeating the undead while I prevented them from pinching. We're having a rough time.
"Magic fire!
"Ahhh!?
While doing that, the magic unit chant was completed and a decree was issued from the knight's man.
Sisty rushes to pick up the wand he dropped, but it's too late.
The light of the magic that was converging can be bounced off, and simultaneous shootings like rage are fired.
Attack magic by a wide variety of attributes runs through the sky blowing fog that can be stepped into the plains of mourning.
Flame bullets, ice columns, wind arrows, lightning spears rising high in the sky, paint beautiful trajectories.
"……… oh."
It's so fantastic that every kind of magic gets into it and pushes it like a meteor, so much so that the exclamation leaks unexpectedly.
And when I followed that meteor descent with my eyes, a low sound like doh sounded once and exploded to chain.
Ice columns stab where flamethrows landed, and spears stab thunder there.
The roar echoed one after the other in the wetlands, and a large group of undead wrapped themselves in the light of the gunfire.
... I guess this is the real, magic of this world.
Seeing the sight of the undead blowing up into dust, I thought I was stingy.
Skeleton's boney white shard hits my shoulder with a knack. Looks like it blew up this far after the explosion.
"... Ugh, I wanted to shoot fireballs too"
Standing next to me, Sisty groans with envy somewhere.
If I could use magic, I'd want to let it go as much as I want. I don't know how that feels, but let's be patient now.
Later, I'll let you shoot as much as you like at the end of the line.
Eventually, the simultaneous fire of the magic unit stops. We watch the undead as they spit.
Everyone will want the number of undead to be down at all.
The smoke that stood in fades and the joy is raised by adventurers and knights.
Most of the undead that was buried ahead of our sight disappeared, and the remains of skeleton bones and the rotten flesh of zombies were scattered to further ground.
Hundreds of undead were still showing their shadows in the rear, but with so many fewer they would be happy.
Adventurers and knights cheer and boost morale.
And before that exaltation could subside, a knight man issued a brave decree.
"Assault all!
As the knight on the military horse shouted so, he took the cavalry and proceeded.
"" Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Late to that, adventurers and infantry knights run out with a roaring voice.
"Here we go!
"I know!
We moved our feet desperately so that we could ride the big waves too, or they wouldn't step down behind us.
The crackling voice echoes through the wetlands. Countless water sounds, mud bouncing.
The adventurers go to the left, the knights run to the right, and clerics follow them from the rear to support it. We're in charge here, so you're in charge here! That is. It's really easy to understand and move around.
The knights seem to fight in formation, but we're even simpler. Run and slash.
What a brain muscle play.
The intermission between the undead and the adventurer quickly disappears, with skeletons and warrior-type adventurers clashing.
The crushing sound of bones echoed everywhere, and a handful of creaking screams.
With so many crushing noises overwhelmingly, the first clash seems to favour the adventurer.
"Alright! Sisty! We're coming too!
"Wait a minute, Duke! Because it's too fast!
Open a little distance so that you are not too far away from the group of adventurers.
I'm perfectly powerplay, so it can get in the way if not many other adventurers are around. Plus, there's a slight less chance that Sisty's magic will go that way. I don't expect much from you...
Anyway, it's a moderate distance not to be too surrounded and isolated.
"We're going in!
"Because I'm a wizard, I don't go in there! Because I'm behind Duke!
Listening to Sisty's voice like that, I target a skeleton that hisses in front of me.
Two, four, six... It's enough trouble to count. Probably around ten bodies in number.
Only three of them have rusty swords, but the others are regular skeletons.
No one will be able to inflict a scratch on my full body armor. Kind of.
Pull out the Adamantite sword on your back as you make an image of how you attack the back of your brain.
It sounds heavy metal, and I'm slashed into a skeleton with that momentum on.
Three skeleton ribs were smashed by a blow from a horizontal giraffe.
There is no particular resistance, and the crushing sound of dryness rings continuously.
That's a low skeleton, you're super low on defense. I think as I look at the skeletons sinking into the ground.
Looking at the large group earlier, it felt like I ate a shoulder watermark because I was nervous.
This would be faster to beat and crush than waving a big sword. Skeletons are vulnerable to strike-based attacks.
Why don't you hit the next guy who comes up to me?
Me sticking my sword in the ground and my fist.
Me waiting for a skeleton to come up but......
The skeletons walked straight next to me and headed to Sisty.
"…………… ha!?
The two of them, the three of them and I will go straight.
……………………
………………… What do you mean?
"Hey Duke!? What are you talking about? Skeleton stabbed me - why are you going through the skeleton?!?
While I was leaning my neck, a sisty, hurried voice flew in.
"No, I'm not through though"
"Hey! Straw and skeleton are gathering at my place!? Mr. Duke, please help me now!