Chapter 126: Devil May Cry II (1/2)

The walkway and halls of the main keep were full of severed limbs that once belonged to guardsmen and servants, with many Lemures now roaming around it.

From the broken equipment and incomplete forms of those Lemures, many of the slain guardsmen had their souls demonically corrupted due to their overwhelming fear before their demise. As such, their corpses were raised as the most inferior spawns of hell, being the middle ground between demons and spectral.

Meanwhile, night had quietly arrived. None of the servants had the time or thought to light up the interior since most who were supposed to do so were dead or too busy fleeing for their lives. That left the entire castle in profound darkness—coupled with the blood, corpses and the Lemures walking around within, Xi Wei felt as if his Believers were playing Resident Evil in a fantasy setting.

The Lemures’ levels were determined by their ability when they had been living beings, which was around 5 to 10. Their templates were also just a little more powerful than Skeletons, and if Players would never lose at all if they were at a wider venue.

That being said, the Silver Eagle Castle was an iconic building in Tunaya that occupied a vast area, and slowly looking for their target here was no different from a trip around Disneyland.

It was simply taking too much time.

Nonetheless, Angora realized that continuing their brainless rush was not going to do any good after the group had punched through droves of enemies to somehow end up at the dining hall. He might be familiar with the routes, but the critical problem at hand was that they had no idea where their target was.

Therefore, he quickly asked Kinley the alchemist apprentice who had just fled the main keep only to end up back here with them.

“Kinley, where did my father confront Cecil?”

Kinley, however, was shaken at the moment.

She had a hunch that these retainers are definitely formidable. Why else would they launch a counterattack into the main keep?

Even so, she was left stunned by the players’ incredible ability.

‘How could this bunch be capable of firing beams and shockwaves out of their swords? What, that’s a sword skill? Not even the Qi cultivators of the Temple of Glory would fool around like that!

‘Why, whenever that oversized lump of meat hammers his chest armor he conjured out of nowhere and yells ‘come to daddy’, the Lemures would ignore closer targets and attack him instead? Is a larger chest more seductive to the Lemures?

‘And why are all the Lemures struck by the Ranger’s arrows left floating in the air? I’ve already turned a blind eye to your sliding around, but isn’t that a little beyond common sense?

‘Still, the mage seemed relatively normal… not! How could he cast spells without materials, incantations or even gestures? It would have made sense if you claim that you’re an accomplished mage, but there’s no need to scream the name of your spell if that’s the case!

‘And why is that little girl who was tamely eating sweets flinging her tome around like a meteor hammer? Not to mention that it would split heads with every shot—that is a crazy level of power!’

“Huh?”

Nonetheless, Kinley finally recovered from being mind-blown by the Players’ performance to promptly answer Angora’s question. “Oh. Uncle Horan and the others have retreated to the highest floor at the central tower of the keep!”

Angora knew where it was, but he also became a bit more nervous—that floor was certainly easy to defend, but there was no place to retreat from there. Horan had clearly been cornered, hence deciding to make a final stand at the tower.

“Oh no, my milk pudding…”

Nearby, there was sadness on Eleena’s little face when she saw that the Lemures had knocked down a fridge (not a modern refrigerator, but a chest holding ice inside) and the puddle of what was once a pudding.

“Just hold on a little longer. I’ll treat you to butter cake when this is over!” Angora consoled her in the rush.

“Okay!”

The little girl became spirited once again, and swung her meteor hammer (tome) to smash the head of another Lemure—her innocent smile and the blood-soaked meteor hammer (tome) was such a remarkable and distinct contrast that the nearby Kinley was left shuddering.