My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

"Gather, gather! The Undead are coming! The Undead are coming!" The old man’s voice echoed immediately.

Dozens of people picked up weapons. Some were so emaciated, they looked like they could die at any moment, resembling mere sticks. Others were terribly aged, with skin wrinkled and dry like an old person’s, the backlash from over-exerting their life force too severely.

Yet here, nobody cared, because survival had already become a luxury. Sacrificing life force for temporary strength was the top training method.

However, the Bone Dragon’s advance didn’t stop for their reactions. It didn’t even consider this obstacle in front of it as a speed bump.

Such small settlements were numerous, but previously occupied and governed by warlords, turning into gathering spots for farmers. The fortifications built weren’t prepared to withstand the likes of a Bone Dragon.

However, at this moment, such behemoths didn’t care about these small fry, but the Skeleton Soldiers following the Bone Dragon seemed to go mad in pursuit of the scent of the living.

"Hide underground! Go below, use shields and spear arrays to defend against the attacks from Skeletons and Ghouls. It’s our only chance to survive!" he immediately shouted.

The Bone Dragon was a creature they couldn’t stop, but it wasn’t interested in them. Their only chance was to block the lower-level undead underground to survive.

Only when the Bone Dragon was completely gone and most of the Undead followed it away, leaving only a few behind, would they have the chance to reclaim their settlement.

Their only chance of survival...chance!

He gritted his teeth fiercely, sweating profusely, as he once again squeezed out his life force.

Grateful for the basic magic refining methods taught in Empire’s school, thankful he hadn’t slept during lessons but had chosen to desperately learn.

If he could return to Empire’s former era, he would risk his life to learn more in school! Even if he died, he wanted to die within the walls of school, surrounded by knowledge!

Whether it be magic refining knowledge or military arrays.

He would vow to offer his heart to the Old Demon Emperor! Swear to defend Empire to the death, must not let Empire fall to those pitiful insects at merely 14!

"Roar!"

Ghouls and Skeleton monsters, these low-level Undead crashed against the ironwood-built fortifications. The front-row youths desperately held their shields, unaware of how much longer their shields would last, while those behind them repeatedly thrust through the gaps in shields, piercing ghouls and crushing the spines of skeleton soldiers.

The ideal solution would be constructing a deep bunker, deep enough for the undead to be unable to sense the presence of the living below.

But for them, it was too much of a fantasy.

They could only dig a small tunnel, leaving a gap for the Undead to attack, because only then would the Undead gather at this gap, and not go crazy digging three feet under.

Otherwise, with just a few meters of earth above them, the Undead would soon dig through, and then they would be sitting ducks.

In the rear of the military formation, people desperately squeezed life forces for adrenaline and temporary strength, retracting spears to thrust again.

Such a precise military formation emerging from this tiny settlement seems incredibly unlikely, yet it was what he had learned at school; all of it he had felt indifferent to back then, now became the trump cards to his survival.

"Crack!" The shield broke.

"Hold on! Hold on! Don’t get caught by the ghouls!" he commanded, his spear thrusting forward.

Yet, screams erupted, a young man caught by a ghoul sent out a blood-curdling scream, and in an instant, the formation collapsed, everyone around him dropped him intending to flee.

Fear spread immediately, not out of cowardice, but anyone injured by the Undead will develop a high fever in 10 minutes and die in about 20 minutes, becoming a monster indistinguishable from the walking corpses in the Undead horde!

Being scratched meant completely being another undead!

Thus, the shaky military formation instantly crumbled. The undead began tearing through, ignoring the now infected person, and rushed towards others.

"Is it over?" This was the last thought of the old man.

They’re already finished. Surviving this far was almost miraculous; they should have died long ago, but they persisted desperately to live this far.

The slaughter by the Undead was about to commence. He too abandoned resistance, ready to pull out a dagger to end it himself when suddenly, light shone upon everyone.

The next moment, within the light, the Bone Dragon’s head was instantly severed, its massive body perfectly sliced into two symmetric halves, with no obstruction, like a hot knife slicing butter. Its bone structure, far stronger than alloy, was effortlessly sliced apart.

After slicing the Bone Dragon, the Light Wheel shattered into billions of smaller wheels, seemingly having a tracking function they instantaneously sliced all surrounding undead.

And the low-level Undead accompanying the Bone Dragon didn’t even await the Light Wheel’s slicing; merely exposed to the shining light spontaneously combusted into ashes.