Chapter 10 The Last Queen's Guard

The enemies appeared suddenly after the team entered a straight corridor leading into the depths of darkness—and their numbers seemed endless.

A sharp sound of air being cut came from the side. A scimitar slashed towards his neck at a vicious angle. At the critical moment, Lawrence leaned back, grabbed the arm wielding the scimitar, and ghostly green flames instantly rose from the edge of his palm, burning a monster in naval uniform with a vertically split head into ashes. Before he could react, several gunshots rang out from the opposite side.

The gunshots came from a crawling monster that suddenly emerged from the drain—the monster had a human-like upper body, but its lower body was entirely a writhing, undulating mass of what looked like deformed organs. It clutched a "rifle" seemingly pieced together from bones and flesh. That rifle, which looked like a mistake of nature, spat out tongues of fire.

Lawrence's gaze instantly focused, and time around him seemed to slow down. He felt his eyesight surpass that of ordinary people countless times in that instant, and he could even clearly see the trajectory of the bullets flying towards him—the next moment, he twisted his body, dodging the bullets flying towards him with an unimaginable angle and posture.

He dodged three times and was hit six times.

"Fucking monster!" The old captain cursed as pain surged through him. He raised his revolver and fired two shots at the monster.

He looked down at his chest and saw several shocking bullet holes tearing through the flesh there. However, under the burning of the ghostly fire, the translucent spiritual flesh was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not fatal, but it would cause severe pain and fatigue. The power of the flames also seemed to be gradually diminishing—it was still plentiful at the moment, but it was hard to say when it would run out.

Around Lawrence, the fully armed subordinates were still fighting—these sailors, wrapped in ghostly flames, had noticed their current temporary state of immortality, and their fighting style was becoming more and more fierce. They used the guns, bayonets, and short swords in their hands to resist the endless stream of monsters, trying their best to advance towards the depths of the corridor.

However, like Lawrence himself, everyone was still not very adapted to their current "spiritual body" state, let alone controlling those ghostly flames. These sailors who had accidentally obtained immortality were just squandering their physical strength and firepower. The battle in the entire sewer corridor had become chaotic beyond description.

Therefore, even with regenerating bodies, they could only advance forward at an unbearably slow speed under the endless siege of monsters, with no hope of breaking through.

The only one on the scene not affected by the ghostly flames was the dried corpse—Anomaly 077 was also fighting. He wielded two scimitars, traversing the battlefield with agility and nimbleness that were completely inconsistent with his identity as a dried corpse, charging back and forth like the wind. If his eyesight hadn't been greatly enhanced, Lawrence even suspected that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the dried corpse's movements at all.

But now that his eyesight far exceeded that of ordinary people, Anomaly 077's speed seemed less outrageous in Lawrence's eyes. He could clearly see the dried corpse bypassing every seemingly ferocious monster, traveling along safe routes on the battlefield. The scimitars in his hands flew up and down, and after slashing for half an hour, they were still as good as new—the blades hadn't even touched anything.

The "sailor" was just waving his swords and running around in the corridor, only his loud shouts were louder than anyone else's.

"I'll clear the way with my scimitars!" The dried corpse's raspy voice echoed in the corridor, accompanied by the whistling sound of sharp blades cutting through the air. "These ugly blasphemous things are no match for me!"

Lawrence strode forward and grabbed the neck of the "sailor" who was about to charge past him. His strength was astonishing at the moment, and he even dragged the charging dried corpse directly in front of him by the neck. His hoarse voice was accompanied by the crackling of bursting flames, "If you can't help, at least be quiet!"

Anomaly 077 was choked by the neck, and his shriveled head was only a few centimeters away from Lawrence's face, which made him tremble all over. "Yes... yes... yes! Captain!"

Lawrence raised his hand and threw the dried corpse ten meters away, "Go clear the way—if you don't make it through today, I'll stuff you into the combustion chamber of the steam core!"

The dried corpse screamed and was thrown out, finally entangled with the constantly emerging mud monsters, while a crew member holding a rifle ran over from the side and shouted loudly beside Lawrence, "Captain! We're running out of bullets!"

Lawrence suddenly turned his head and saw that almost everyone he had brought had already begun to fight the monsters with cold weapons. They were relying entirely on their immortal characteristics to persevere in this corridor, but the overall advance of the team had obviously stopped.

They could no longer move forward.

There was no way to retreat either.

The chaotic shouts of killing and the chilling sounds of flesh collapsing and limbs breaking filled the corridor. The black mud on the surrounding walls and roof was still seeping out continuously. The spiritual bodies of the subordinates were almost submerged by the endless monsters. The weapons in their hands were running out of ammunition. The spiritual flames on their bodies were still burning, but fatigue was accumulating, and this fatigue was even slowing down and interfering with his thinking.

In this chaotic deep sewer, Lawrence suddenly felt a little dazed and even began to feel that the whole world was unreal—

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing... the monsters here are endless, but the agreed midnight... how much longer?

Just then, as if in response to his daze, Lawrence suddenly heard Martha's voice from the small mirror on his chest, "They're here."

The old captain instantly woke up from his confusion. He hurriedly raised his hand, drew his short sword from his waist and pierced a monster that pounced on him, then retreated to avoid the black mud that almost splashed on him, and quickly looked up.

Footsteps appeared in the corridor—very, very many footsteps, as well as distant and ethereal shouts and the sound of passing orders. Then, these sounds rapidly approached, almost instantly arriving in the area where Lawrence and the sailors were fighting hard.

Almost in the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared. Just like emerging from the old days, one shadow after another condensed in the air and transformed into fully armed soldiers. They held old-fashioned rifles from half a century ago, and the bayonets on the muzzles flashed coldly in the dark corridor. They rushed out of the darkness, rushing towards the next piece of darkness—the process of the figures condensing did not interrupt their charging steps at all, as if their battle had never stopped, only at this moment could their figures be observed.

The sailors fighting in the corridor were shocked by the scene suddenly appearing in front of them and stopped subconsciously. They watched the troop rush in here, watched them shoot at the ubiquitous monsters here, watched them roar and throw themselves into battle. After several seconds, a sailor finally reacted and muttered in astonishment, "The last Queen's Guard..."

Lawrence also reacted. He subconsciously stepped forward and walked towards a young soldier who was loading his rifle—the soldier looked no more than twenty years old, and his old-era city-state guard uniform was tattered, as if he had been crawling and fighting in this sewer for a long, long time.

"Hello, we're here to help..." Lawrence reached out and patted the young soldier's shoulder, but his words stopped abruptly halfway through.

His hand passed through the other's figure.

Was this just an illusion?

Lawrence raised his head in astonishment, only to see those illusion-like soldiers already engaged in fierce combat with the monsters in the corridor. The firearms in their hands kept firing, and those non-human things made of turbid mud fell one after another.

A tall soldier rushed from the other side. Lawrence dodged in a hurry, 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 a monster, and his tall body crashed to the ground in the sewer.

The other Queen's Guard soldiers bypassed the corpse and continued running towards the depths of the corridor.

A sailor walked over from the side and muttered behind Lawrence, "They are phantoms..."

"But these phantoms can fight those monsters, they can even destroy them..." Lawrence said blankly, but still felt like he was 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 a real decrease—after the appearance of the Queen's Guard composed of phantoms, the black mud that had been constantly pouring out of the surrounding walls and ceilings finally stopped seeping, and the deformed freaks that could never be killed before were now truly being reduced in number!

The existence of the Queen's Guard could suppress the "regeneration" and "proliferation" of those monsters?

Countless questions filled Lawrence's mind, but rather than pursuing the answers to these questions, he knew that something was more important.

"Follow the Queen's Guard!" He raised his hand high and gave the order loudly, "Follow the path they open!

"Yes, Captain!"