Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 136 Crushing, Slaughtering, Resistance

"My God! Monster Knight!"

"An apostle of Satan!"

"Quick! Run!"

"... "

The two figures, one large and one small, ran away and disappeared back into the house.

The undead knight, leading his skeletal warhorse, approached the crowd step by step.

The hollow sound of horses' hooves rang out again, startling everyone else present.

Some people cried out and scattered, even the old priest who had gathered them together.

Despite waving and shouting repeatedly to stop them, nothing worked.

And the number of people gathered around him was dwindling.

The remaining people also looked terrified, as if they might run away at any moment.

The old priest could only grit his teeth and wave the rest of the people to follow him.

They then gathered around themselves and ran in the direction furthest from the knight.

"Quickly follow me this way, use the trees to block the monster's arrows!"

These people, like a flock of frightened sheep, ran around in all directions.

The knight riding the tall, skeletal warhorse produced, from somewhere, an arrow exactly the same as the one he had just used.

He drew back the large, ancient wooden bow in his hand, and with a sound of metal scraping against bone, aimed at a distraught young man who was fleeing into the nearby woods.

The whole process sounds slow, but it actually only takes a few breaths.

As the skeletal fingers, which had been drawing the bowstring taut, suddenly released it, the bow snapped back to its original position.

A buzzing sound followed.

The arrow, now a blur, flew towards the human who was running for his life with his back to the knight.

There was a whooshing sound.

The young Black man, who was running, suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind.

He was running forward when he was suddenly pushed off quite a distance, staggering several steps before regaining his balance.

At this moment, a dull, numb pain emanated from my chest and abdomen.

This made him stand there dumbfounded, his lips trembling as he looked down.

As a result, a gleaming arrow pierced through his back and chest, leaving a long section exposed.

As if realizing something, the young man's fear turned into a bitter smile.

"Shit...cough cough—"

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was another whooshing sound as something cut through the air.

Several arrows, almost simultaneously, pierced vital areas including the head and abdomen.

The arrow shot his entire body into the air, and the immense force of the arrow pinned him to a tree trunk not far away.

It was swaying, and blood was flowing down the tree trunk; it was clearly lifeless.

And next.

The majestic, fully armored knight sitting on the tall, skeletal horse seemed to have transformed into an arrow tower.

The skeletal warhorse beneath him strolled leisurely, while the archer on horseback fired arrows with precision.

They would shoot down the humans who ran away or collapsed upon seeing the horrific state of their companions, leaving them standing still.

Within minutes, those who had scattered and run away were pinned to the ground and killed by arrow after arrow.

Throughout the entire process, not a single arrow fired by the undead knight missed its target.

Metal and tearing, power and violence, it is a perfect display of precision and brutality.

Fortunately, these people running around attracted the monster's attention.

The priest, along with the remaining two believers, safely hid in the woods.

They all leaned against the thick trees, panting heavily with cold sweat on their foreheads.

This horrific scene was clearly seen by two heads, one black and one white, who had fled back to the second floor of the room and were peering out the window.

And they seemed to notice the two people's gazes as well.

The skeleton knight, who had been facing away from the building, suddenly turned around.

A pair of empty, dark skull eyes were fixed on the window the two were looking at.

This startled the two of them, who immediately shrank back, crouched low, and hid back in the doorway that was blocked by a pile of clutter.

"Phew... Big guy, do you have any good ideas? I feel like that guy has his eye on us..."

"...I'm afraid if we don't kill him, we won't be able to leave this park alive..."

As for what the freckled boy Cohen said beside him.

Haro, who was tall but curled up like a punching bag, had a twitching mouth.

"Hey bro, I think I'm just working out, not mutated. It's a Ghost Knight, what can I do?"

"He's even riding a horse. If he tries to escape, I don't think we can escape on four legs either."

Cohen naturally knew what the burly black man Harlow had said.

However, the moment he saw the skeletal knight emerge from the woods, his mind went blank.

I never imagined that such a terrifying creature, something that only appears in stories and games, could exist in the world.

What's worse is that they themselves actually have to fight and win against this creature.

"Think...think! Think, Cohen!..."

"…Fuck! This kind of monster! How could an ordinary person possibly kill it?!"

At this moment, the freckled boy squatting in the corner kept pulling at his already messy hair.

Every now and then, I would pound on it hard, trying to get my brain, which was filled with chaos and fear, working again.

Meanwhile, the skeletal knight downstairs, who had just turned his gaze to the window, had clearly already locked onto the two of them.

He raised his hand and, seemingly out of nowhere, produced another arrow, which he then nocked onto the bowstring.

With a series of creaking sounds as the bowstring tightened, the arrow flew from the hand in the next moment.

"call out!!"

With a whooshing sound of compressed air, it flew towards the window where the two had been observing them.

The two people, still hiding trembling behind the door, heard a whooshing sound.

Then, the tightly closed window shattered into pieces with a shattering sound.

A flash of cold light streaked across the wall not far from where the two were standing.

When they came to their senses and looked again, they saw a feathered arrow, deeply embedded in the wall.

The tail of the arrow was still trembling rapidly, demonstrating the immense power of this attack.

"Gudong..."

Seeing the wall pierced by the bullet less than two meters away, the two people hiding inside swallowed hard.

The atmosphere in the entire room froze.

However, staring at the constantly swaying arrow tail, Cohen had a sudden inspiration.

A piece of information that could be the key to breaking the deadlock came to mind.

Due to the urgency of the situation, there was no time to worry about anything else.

Cohen yanked off his backpack, ripped it open swiftly, and dumped out its contents. From the pile of junk and weapons, he picked out the feathered arrow that gleamed with a deep black light.

Looking at it now, it is exactly the same as the arrow shot by the undead knight, which obviously shows its extraordinary nature.

After completing these actions...

The boy held the arrow in his hand, looking seriously at the bewildered black man, Harlow, standing to the side.

“Big guy, I think I’ve figured out a way to deal with the monsters outside.”

Harlow was taken aback by his tone and words.

However, given the situation, he didn't refute it, but simply turned around and listened attentively to what the other person had to say next.

"Big guy, look at this feathered arrow."

As he spoke, Cohen held up the arrow in his hand in front of the other person's eyes, and then pointed to the arrow that had been nailed to the wall a moment ago and shot in by the monster.

“They look almost identical. I think if I were a game creator, I definitely wouldn’t make a game that is theoretically impossible to complete.”

"There must be a theoretically possible way to pass the level, no matter how difficult it is."

As the freckled boy spoke, Haro seemed to gradually understand what the other person meant.

"You mean this arrow might kill the monster outright, like some kind of plot-driven kill?"

Upon hearing this question, Cohen became somewhat uncertain.

"I have no idea…"

"...But every item left behind by the monster has a magical effect, and this arrow is the most likely to kill that monster."

It's a risky situation, but it's the only option available to everyone right now.

Moreover, just as the two were still hesitating, the sound of heavy objects kicking the wooden planks rose steadily from beneath their feet.

Clearly, the undead knight, whose attack missed, had already climbed up the stairs.

The sound of approaching hooves on the stairs beneath him was like a death knell.

At this point, it was clear that there was no more time to give the two of them a choice.

Cohen gritted his teeth and shoved the arrow in his hand directly into the hand of the burly black man.

"Big guy, what if this door doesn't stop that monster in a little while?"

"I'll draw his attention, and then you try to pierce his body directly with an arrow."

With that, Cohen stood up decisively.

He picked up the Grote pistol that had just been emptied from his backpack.

He glanced at the window closest to the two of them and then continued.

"If that arrow can't kill the monster, we'll just jump out the window."

"A drop of about three meters should not result in serious injury, as long as the landing angle is adjusted."

Harlow, the burly black man, had no objections to this hasty but well-organized arrangement.

With a determined look in his eyes, he gripped the arrow tightly, straightened up, and hid in a blind spot next to the door.

The freckled boy, Cohen, stood alone in the center of the room, facing the door where footsteps were gradually approaching.

As the crisp sound of horses' hooves approached, they finally stopped outside the door.

At this moment, it felt as if the whole world had been muted.

Only Cohen's rapid heartbeat and hurried breathing sounded like thunderclaps exploding in his ears.

The pressure stimulated his sweat glands, making his palms, which were holding the cold pistol, soaked with sweat and sticky.

And in that oppressive moment, when every second felt like an eternity, the very next instant arrived.

"boom!!"

A loud crash suddenly came from the doorway, which was piled with various miscellaneous items.

This was accompanied by a violent blow.

The sofas and tables that had been blocking the doorway suddenly shook and moved back half an inch.

A hand covered in iron armor pierced through the upper part of the door and reached in, rummaging around haphazardly.

Under the tense gaze of Cohen and the burly black man hidden nearby.

After grabbing at the monster for a while, Hu Luan Tao seemed to realize that the hole was too small for him to fit through.

Immediately following were a series of violent impacts and explosions.

Then, under the dumbfounded gaze of the burly black man hiding behind the door and Cohen...

The upper half of the door, along with most of the door frame and the roof beam, resembled a crisp biscuit.

It was smashed to pieces by several heavy punches from the opponent, with wood chips flying everywhere.

At this moment, the skeleton knight on horseback had most of his body exposed to the two men.

Of course, he also spotted the freckled boy standing in the middle of the room, seemingly stunned.

The next moment, the skeleton knight who had smashed through the wooden plank took two steps back on his horse, and his entire body moved away from the area of ​​the hole in the door.

At first, the two didn't quite understand, but the next moment, they realized what the other wanted to do.

"Shit! Get out of the way!!"

The undead knight slowly retreated, creating distance between them.

The next moment, he suddenly spurred his horse forward.

The tall, skeletal warhorse, clad in heavy steel armor, resembled a powerful and imposing chariot.

They tore the flimsy door and the various pieces of furniture piled up behind it to shreds.

Then, amidst a pile of scattered wood and furniture, he rushed into the room.

Fortunately, Cohen reacted in time and made a diving tackle to the side.

That's how they narrowly escaped the charging undead knight and the furniture fragments that were sent flying like cannonballs.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the freckled boy who had collapsed on the ground struggled to his feet.

Coughing, he looked at the monster that had turned its horse around and was slowly turning its head toward him.

I couldn't help but give a wry smile.

"Cough cough... Is this thing... really something that humans can fight against?"

Korn, who was targeted by the undead knight, felt as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was held to his neck.

That biological instinct that fears death at any moment is frantically reminding him—danger, run!

But the next moment, something strange happened.

He should have collapsed and lost his mind amidst even greater fear and the threat to his life.

The seemingly inescapable mire of death, which looked like it was about to engulf your neck, suddenly receded.

At this moment, he quickly calmed down, and his thoughts were no longer confused, but rather unusually sharp.

All the chaotic thoughts melted away like ice and snow.

An invigorating feeling gradually spread from his chest and abdomen to his limbs and bones, infusing his thin and weak body with strength.

Before the undead knight could even turn around, he drew his bow.

next moment.

Cohen then swung the black pistol he had been gripping tightly at the other man's terrifying skull with all his might.

"Die! You bastard!!"

(End of this chapter)