Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 327 - 39 Glory Assault_1

Chapter 327: Chapter 39 Glory Assault_1

The fireball exploded, shattering the light and shadow.

The power of the triple explosion flame spell suddenly erupted, filling the sewer with a burnt odor due to the intense heat. The force of the explosion stirred up a mini tornado in the pipes. The skeletons that just popped up a hundred meters away faced a head-on blow, and a large number of them fell clattering under the intense impact. Numerous bones were flung from their original bodies by the force and scattered around the pipeline. The ultra-high temperature caused the bones of the skeletons that were directly attacked to swiftly carbonize and shatter. The ashes were whirled up by the tornado caused by the impact, making it look like it was raining ashes in the tunnel.

Only then did everyone manage to see the real appearance of the skeletons in front of them. These were not human skeletons, but goblin’s. The skeletons were only around 1.2 - 1.3 meters tall, with slightly slender structures. The neck bones were a bit longer than humans’ and the skulls were a bit smaller, somewhat flattened, with a slightly protruding frontal bone, possessing all the traits of goblins. Even after numerous skeletons fell, more skeletons continued to pour out incessantly. Both the walkways on either side and the eight-meter-wide trench at the bottom were packed tightly with skeletons. Looking from afar, it was a sea of bone white with countless layers of skeletons, amounting to nearly ten thousand in total.

What’s even more painful was that after a single explosion flame spell, apart from dozens that had already turned into ashes and about a dozen with severe bone fractures due to the force, the arm bones, leg bones, and ribs of those who were simply flung away, drawn by the strength of the soul, returned to the skeletons in the blink of an eye, becoming whole again.

All this made the faces of the two adventurers turn extremely sour. The Nellie Adventure Team had battled with the undead during their previous adventures, thus they were not strangers to skeletons and ghosts. But there was one crucial problem. In the past, they had only ever faced an onslaught of just over six hundred skeletons at once. Plus, they had Lina, the undead slayer, which made their battles unstartling and unhazardous. This had led Catherine and Vivian to look down upon the undead, thinking that the threat of the undead was not as great as the puppet those undead were protecting.

However, upon seeing the sea of bone white in front of them, the two realized that they were wrong. The horrors emphasized about the undead that people had passed down from more than a hundred years ago were not overstated. No adjective could describe the intimidation when a fearless group of undead charges over, especially when their numbers are exaggerated.

A large number of skeletons formed a white carpet in the sewer, their footsteps may have been chaotic, but they barreled forward, maintaining a neat, surging formation.

"Sis, I really can’t handle mobile combat," Vivian said in a husky voice, "Their frontline is too thick. I really can’t guarantee to break through. If we are surrounded halfway through the charge, I presume someone will really die. Right now, the only way is to stop and fight a positional battle."

"Then let’s go for positional warfare. It is our fault for underestimating the strength of the skeletons. As adventurers, we always have to pay for our mistakes. Luckily, we only have to deal with the skeletons on our half side. We don’t have to care about those below or across from us. There should still be a chance. Just think of a way to deal with them," Catherine turned her head back. Her gaze, once shocked, has regained its calmness. She stared at the giant puppet slowly approaching from a distance and whispered, "You concentrate on clearing the path ahead, I will hold it back here. The faster you clear the path, the greater the chance I can survive. So I am entrusting everything to you. Also, don’t die."

"Haha, how could that be? I am doomed to die on my sickbed because of my illness. How could I die here?" Vivian laughed, revealing her chilling white teeth, her cold gaze on the ocean of skeletons, "But you, sis, that thing is too powerful, you really shouldn’t die here. If you die here, neither I nor Lina will forgive you, never in our lifetime."

"Stop joking! After this battle, I still have to go home to pay off my debt. Does a mere puppet think it can kill me here? Watch me dismantle it into pieces and sell it at the Mechanics Guild’s Tower of Colossus." Catherine took the other advanced healing potion handed over by Vivian, including the anti-shock box, and put it into her pocket. The sword and shield clanged crisply against each other in front of her chest, "Just watch, I will be back victorious very soon."

Saying this, Catherine charged out, running towards the powerful enemy-the slow-approaching giant puppet.

"Glory." Catherine held up her long sword at an angle, its chill blade emitting an icy luminescence in the glow of the luminous stones. With her shout, her sprinting silhouette was suddenly trailed by countless wavering shadows, as if a multitude of knights charging on horseback were launching a desperate assault against a formidable enemy.

"Assault." Catherine gritted her teeth as she swung her long sword down fiercely, moving from an upward angle to a level position. Her body became a silver streak, creating a shrill sonic boom as it charged fearlessly towards the giant puppet. The countless knight phantoms behind Catherine also accelerated with her, their ethereal shadows seemingly emitting the real sounds of galloping hooves. They charged boldly, swarming around the leading Catherine.

The seconds of the Glory Assault seemed particularly protracted in Catherine’s consciousness. In that instant, she was reminded of a dream she had the last night on the ground. She remembered a figure launching a head-on assault relentlessly and fearlessly against the onslaught of countless skeletons. It seemed to be a knight, it seemed to be a Glory Assault. Suddenly, Catherine realized who she was seeing—it was the figure she worshipped and believed in, the paragon for all knights. In that instant, the same Glory Assault seemed to break the boundary between life and death, connecting the past and the present. Catherine even fancied that that person’s gaze seemed to cross time and space from the hall of glory in the afterworld and focus on her back, as if she had launched this desperate assault with that person’s support and encouragement.

"For victory." The aggression within Catherine burned to its peak. The close-to-substantial aggression concentrated tightly around Catherine’s body was stronger and thicker than ever before: "Glory! Fearless!"

In the last instant, Catherine shouted the final rallying cry, her sword and shield forming a huge siege hammer, her body serving as the handle. She struck the puppet’s leg violently. Then, the vague phantoms behind her followed Catherine and collided with the puppet fearlessly. These seemingly welcoming shadows created a tangible impact.

Under the continuous heavy impact, the metal puppet finally lost its balance again and fell heavily to the ground. Although its leg joints were still intact, a slight scratch was created by Catherine’s attack. In theory, as long as a scratch is made, enough repeated attacks on the same spot can create the desired damage. But reality once again diverged from theory. After one successful strike, Catherine flew back for the fourth time at almost the same speed as she had charged, flying higher, faster, and farther than the previous three times. After spinning in the air and flying more than a hundred meters, she finally landed, rolled quickly for another thirty or forty meters, and stopped right next to Vivian and the others.

In the meantime, Vivian also worked diligently. She first used magic to create numerous tilted ice layers on the more than a hundred meters of ground between her and the skeletons, causing as many skeletons as possible to slip and even fall into the under-ground canal, effectively slowing the skeleton swarm’s advancement. Using this gained time, Vivian also controlled four engraving knives to carve numerous different arrays into the hard ground. Meanwhile, the maid sisters, under Vivian’s command, carefully poured several types of peculiar potions that Vivian specified into the grooves of the array, filling all the grooves with liquid. Fortunately, Catherine stopped outside the boundary of the array when she rolled over, avoiding any damage to it, which otherwise would have cost the three of them another effort to repair.

"Victorious return? That was quick indeed." Without raising her head, Vivian made an indifferent comment. The four engraving knives did not waver, and their speed remained constant. However, her trembling facial muscles betrayed her clenched teeth and her less than calm inner state. But enough professional adventurers know that in a time of crisis, doing your own job and laying down the passage in time is the best and only correct support for your heavily pressured teammates. Only novices who don’t understand anything would abandon their tasks to check on their teammates’ injuries, which would only lead to everyone dying there.

"That’s an excellent question." Catherine struggled and got up again. Numerous abrasions covered her face and hands, making her flesh and blood look in a mess, but the damage was not particularly serious. The truly serious injuries were internal. The heavy impact not only caused a little trouble for the puppet but had also fed back to Catherine herself, resulting in fresh blood constantly oozing from the corners of her mouth. Catherine wiped her mouth and downed an Advanced Healing Potion. The reddened eyes focused on the puppet that was slowly rising. She didn’t forget to say, "You’re becoming more like Pannis. You’re indeed my good sister."

"Just okay." Vivian’s engraving was still steady, even increasing the engraving knives from four to five: "The sooner the better. I have two more Advanced Healing Potions here."

"That’s enough." After swallowing a potion, Catherine’s internal and external injuries improved significantly. The abrasions on her face were still there, but they had stopped bleeding and were slowly scabbing. Catherine twisted her neck, regretfully throwing away the one-handed sword that had been with her for several years and had broken. Holding up another Magicsteel shield obtained from a Fire Elemental Creature, she charged at the puppet again before it had fully risen.

"Done." A smile finally appeared on Vivian’s ongoing solemn face. Snapping her fingers, she said, "Now, it’s my turn Vivian." (To be continued. If you like this work, please support it by voting on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)