Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 138 Unexpected Encounter on Set
Then the next moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The thin, freckled boy directly opened the pistol with the safety off.

He aimed at the approaching undead knight and fired continuously without hesitation.

Several bullets struck the knight's chest and abdomen with precision.

This measure also made up for the gaps in the firing of officers who were reloading.

However, this attack...

It also failed to penetrate; the unknown metal armor on the opponent's body only grazed it, producing sparks before being deflected.

Perhaps it was this unexpected addition that finally made the undead knight on the other side lose patience.

This dispelled their idea of ​​playing tricks on the humans.

The skeletal monster raised its thick wooden bow once more, a bow that had killed more than a dozen people in less than an hour.

He drew another arrow and nocked it on the bowstring.

It made a move to aim at the head of the freckled boy Cohen, who was closest to it at that moment.

However, before he could fully draw the bowstring, the person being aimed at did not show the expected fear or any other expression.

Instead, it was a smile of excitement and triumph.

Not only Cohen had a strange expression, but also the tall young police officer who originally had a livid face, and the old priest and others standing next to him.

They all looked at the undead knight with surprised expressions.

Then the next moment.

Before the undead knight could even fire his arrow.

A tall shadow suddenly leaped up behind him and landed on the broad back of the skeletal warhorse.

"Fuck! You tin can, go to hell!"

The burly black man, Harlow, who had been knocked downstairs and lay on the ground, had somehow gotten up.

They sneaked up behind the monster and jumped onto the horse's back.

At this moment, he was using his arm to firmly lock the skull wearing an iron helmet.

Now look at his appearance.

Although his body was covered with bloodstains of all sizes, and there was a pool of blood on his forehead.

He was clearly hit by an arrow and sent flying downstairs, sustaining considerable injuries.

But the magical leather hat that increased his body's defense also protected him, allowing him to stand up energetically at least for the time being.

However, although the others considered this sneak attack to be successful.

But at this moment, Haro, who was locking the skull with his arm, was secretly groaning inwardly.

The veins on his forehead bulged out; he had exerted every ounce of strength he had.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly, how could this skeleton, which was already rotten to the bone, have such great strength?

You can see it if you look closely.

Harona's arm, which was almost as thick as a normal person's thigh, slowly moved away from the neck that was stuck as the skeleton struggled to break free.

Even though she had used all her strength and her teeth were grinding, she still couldn't resist.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Hello, having given it her all, released one hand as quickly as possible.

He drew the magical arrow that had been given to him earlier from behind his back.

He put all his strength into it and thrust it into the gap in the undead knight's helmet, which was stuck and sticking up.

And this time, the effect was remarkable.

Previously, he was portrayed as a skeleton knight who was invulnerable to swords and spears.

The arrow pierced right through his grayish-white skull.

The people standing in front, watching nervously, could even see through the empty skull eye sockets.

He saw the arrow, its black tip gleaming, pierce through him and embed itself in his skull.

Having completed this set of movements, Haro suddenly released the force that had been restraining his opponent.

The next moment, he was thrown off the horse.

But it's all worth it.

Then, to everyone's surprise, the magical arrow pierced the other person's skull.

The entire tall and imposing skeleton knight was gradually enveloped in wisps of dark smoke seeping from the gaps in his armor.

And for the first time since its appearance, the Skeleton Knight has shown other actions.

It was as if the black smoke was causing him great pain.

The jawbone on the hollow skull opened and closed incessantly, as if a living person were wailing.

However, since it has lost its flesh and blood, we cannot hear its sounds or expressions.

But looking at its violent struggles and the ever-increasing black mist that almost completely obscured it.

You can imagine how much damage that will cause.

And seeing that their mission was finally accomplished, they were about to successfully kill the terrifying monster.

Cohen's thin body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A feeling of weakness traveled from all parts of my body into my brain.

Behind him, the young police officer's legs went weak and he squatted down on the ground.

The thin uniform covering her upper body was soaked with sweat, showing just how scared and nervous she had been.

Only the old priest remained relatively calm, but the look of relief on his face was quite obvious.

And now.

Everyone watched as the tall, skeletal knight riding a skeletal warhorse emitted wisps of dark energy from the gaps in his armor.

The thick smoke looked unsettling, and the body encased in plate armor struggled violently.

With the danger over, the two believers who had been instructed by the priest to hide behind the tree also came out.

Looking at this strange and bizarre scene on the grass.

Harlow, the muscular black man who had been thrown to the ground, came to Cohen and reached out to help him up.

"Bro! You're right, we did it! This stuff really works!"

"Look at how it's struggling! Fuck! That was so satisfying!"

Cohen, who had been pulled up, was still feeling weak all over and his steps were unsteady.

Looking at the strong black man beside him, who was seriously injured but was showing great vigor, he couldn't help but admire the man's stamina.

However, he also agreed with what the other party said.

Since its appearance, this monster has displayed an invincible aura, proving its power through its actions.

But now, under its own strategy, it is about to be eliminated.

This sense of accomplishment from defeating a stronger opponent undermined his own strength stirred a surge of excitement within the young man.

And just as everyone was immersed in watching the monster struggle before its death, relaxing and enjoying the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

An untimely, aged voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Have you noticed that the black smoke that keeps coming out is decreasing, and the struggles aren't as intense?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned around and discovered it was the old priest.

The other person was frowning, staring uneasily at the undead knight struggling on the grass dozens of meters away.

However, his rather mood-disrupting words greatly displeased Harlow, the burly black man who was proud of his achievements.

"You old geezer, as a priest, shouldn't you be keeping an eye on that skeleton riding a horse all over the streets in broad daylight, and still spouting nonsense..."

"Alright, big guy, let's stop for a bit!"

Just as Harlow turned around, staggering, preparing to teach this old man who did nothing but talk a good game, he was about to give him a lesson.

But he was stopped by the person next to him.

I hadn't thought much of it at first, but the old priest reminded me of it.

Cohen's expression grew increasingly grave as he looked at the undead knights dozens of meters away from the group.

Just as the other person said.

When the bullet pierced the opponent's head, the black smoke, which looked as if it had been scorched by thick smoke, was gushing out from the gaps in the opponent's armor.

At this moment, it was as if the raging fire had been extinguished, leaving only wisps of black smoke.

Meanwhile, the other party was still sitting perfectly intact on the back of the skeletal warhorse.

It was clearly not as if it was going to be burned to death by the mysterious power carried by the arrow.

It's more like...

"...Big guy, we might be in trouble..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene that followed seemed to confirm Cohen's bad premonition.

There stood the undead knight, who had been struggling and was now emitting plumes of black smoke as if he had been set ablaze.

Things have calmed down again. Most of the black smoke has dissipated, and the undead knight can be seen to be in a rather disheveled state.

The armor was covered in charred marks.

Through those crevices, one could see the originally grayish-white bones inside, which now looked like they had been charred.

But clearly, death was still a long way off.

"Oh no..."

I thought so in my heart.

At this point, the others also noticed that something was wrong.

They were all silently retreating, ready to flee at any moment.

However, it was clear that the undead knights had no intention of letting them leave after being injured so badly by these humans.

The monster, which had been hanging its head and remaining motionless, was now visible.

He suddenly sat up straight.

He raised the thick wooden bow in his hand again, quickly nocked an arrow, drew the string, and fired.

This scene seems to be playing in slow motion.

As everyone looked terrified and turned to run into the woods behind them.

An arrow carrying immense force pierced the air, leaving a trail of afterimages, and caught up with one of the two believers the priest was with.

It pierced his abdomen and embedded itself in a tall tree trunk behind him.

Since the blow did not hit any vital organs, the man, with his limbs dangling in the air and nailed to the tree trunk, continued to wail in pain.

He let the blood trickle down the tree trunk behind him.

Soon, the second arrow struck its wide-open mouth, which was emitting a scream.

It pierced directly into his brain through his mouth and became firmly embedded in the tree trunk, thus ending his agonizing torment.

Although everyone was desperately trying to dodge and escape, the skeleton knight's arrows were simply too accurate and too fast.

It's not something you can avoid just by wanting to.

What followed was a one-sided crushing defeat.

More than ten minutes passed, and everyone was hiding and dodging. A series of screams were heard, and almost everyone was injured.

Even Cohen, who was the first to turn and run away, had an arrow stuck in his shoulder.

His adrenaline had surged earlier, and the lingering weakness left him unable to react in time.

If it weren't for the second arrow aimed at him, which caught the attention of Harlow, a burly black man who was running alongside him, and who suddenly shoved him.

Perhaps by this time, they had already followed in the footsteps of those who perished under the arrows.

The burly black man who pushed Cohen aside.

He had already stumbled from falling down the stairs and injured his right leg; this was the last straw, as an arrow pierced through his entire leg.

The pain made the other person clench their teeth, and cold sweat streamed down their face.

It clearly pierced through bone or an important tendon.

Now both of them lay on the ground, too exhausted to struggle any longer.

The other young police officers, the old priest, and others were not much better off.

Even if the leg wasn't injured, it still significantly slowed down the speed.

As the person currently locked down, Cohen is undoubtedly the most desperate.

The push from the burly black man only slowed his death.

Since its introduction, the Undead Knight has always locked onto a single target, killing it completely before attacking the next one.

It can be said that, given his injury and exhaustion, he was certain to die at this point.

His gaze fell upon the charred and battered undead knight.

It was as if one could see the fury in the other's eyes through those empty, skull-like eyes.

The bow and arrow, which resembled the scythe of death, were drawn back to their full length and aimed at him.

Cohen could only close his eyes in despair.

I just hope that this death won't be as painful as the last one.

Then, a whooshing sound came from the air. Cohen, with his eyes closed, knew that it was the sound of an arrow being shot from the other side.

In less than a breath, one's head or heart would be pierced and pinned to the ground.

next moment.

"Pfft~"

A sound like a sword piercing flesh rang out.

However, Cohen, who was waiting with his eyes closed, did not feel any pain in any part of his body as he had expected.

He opened his eyes in confusion, and immediately his eyes widened in surprise.

Suddenly, a tall, all-black figure blocked his view.

A sharp arrow pierced through the opponent's thick body and emerged.

The arrowhead, dripping with blood, was less than ten centimeters from his cheek.

At that moment, Harlow, the burly black man who had once again taken an arrow for him, turned his head with difficulty.

She met his pair of brown eyes, which revealed confusion and pain.

You can see that the other person's mouth is opening and closing, as if they want to say something.

But, the next moment.

"call out!"

"Pfft!"

Another whooshing sound came.

Haro, who was still standing in front of him, was once again shot into the chest and abdomen by an arrow.

This attack, which pierced the lung, completely silenced the person who wanted to say it.

After enduring the successive attacks, his tall body could no longer hold on and he swayed and fell to the side.

The monster behind it was revealed, and it had already approached within 10 meters.

At this moment, Cohen's eyes were numb as he looked up at the undead knight riding on horseback, who was nearly 4 meters tall.

The other person was looking down at an ant, or some kind of bug about to be crushed.

He then raised the thick wooden bow in his hand, which was already fully drawn.

This time, the aim was at Cohen's forehead, who was staring blankly upwards.

Cohen's numb eyes no longer revealed fear or struggle; they just stared at each other blankly.

"I'm tired... That's enough..."

We have done everything we could.

We can't blame ourselves for being too weak; it's just that this monster is too strong.

Being close to death at this moment can be considered a kind of relief.

The skeletal monster slowly loosened its grip on the end of the arrow.

The arrow flew from his hand and would pierce his head in the next instant.

But at this moment.

Sudden changes occur.

Cohen's vacant gaze.

From a distance, a square, white, unidentified object, about the size of a fist, flew rapidly towards them.

It struck the undead knight directly in the head and, like a magnet, stuck firmly to his head.

Then, a black rope attached to a white, blocky object that appeared out of nowhere suddenly tightened.

The undead knight's entire body was suddenly pulled up and dragged to the side, just like a fish being fished out of the water.

The arrow, about to leave his hand, was deflected, grazing Cohen's cheek and whistling as it shot into the nearby lawn.

Then, in Cohen's already collapsing mental state, he heard a rough male voice suddenly coming from afar.

It's something I can't understand...

Perhaps it sounds a bit like the new Mandarin spoken on television?

"Hey! It's pretty heavy!"

"How come there are things like this in this place? Is this a skeleton demon? Why is it so ugly and wearing an iron shell?"

“But Brother Zhao, this thing looks a bit like you. Look, it also plays with a bow.”

"... "

"...Brother Zhao, stop messing around, I'm not that ugly..."

(End of this chapter)