Under Dukan's command, these ancient warriors of the Filati family rushed up with weapons.

"Don't panic, gather in a small circle, we can hold on!" I waved the Broken Gang and shouted loudly, and the soldiers quickly gathered beside me as they said.

We formed a circle to deal with the twenty-four ancient warriors who surrounded us.

Their skinny bodies are flexible and agile. Unlike the corpses outside, their eyes are filled with evil green flames, and their expressions also tell me that they have their own consciousness.

"Look, witness the great power of the Lord of Mist, a tiny mortal!"

It seemed that he felt that it was not safe enough, Dukan tapped the ground with his staff again, and a large stream of mist poured out from the black crystal at the top of its staff. The mist quickly wrapped around the body of the twenty-four warriors like a living thing, turning into the shape of armor and weapons.

"Soon you will fall to the great power of the Lord of Mist and become another group of believers in his eternal kingdom!"

After Dukan said this, he floated backwards and laughed. He didn't seem to intend to join the battle himself, but instead put on a pose to watch the battle and looked at us with interest.

"For the Lord of the Mist! Knight, I hope you can let me enjoy the battle I want!" An ancient warrior in front of me quickly took action. He roared and rushed towards me with an axe wrapped in fog.

His charge quickly stimulated the other twenty-three warriors watching, all of whom, whether they were men or women, shouted loudly at the Lord of the Mist and rushed up.

"Damn it, you traitors and evil servants of vampires, I will purify you!" I roared angrily, waving Duangang to fight with the warriors in front of me.

"We are not traitors, naive knights," the warrior who yelled at the beginning laughed disdainfully, and the battle axe in his hand slashed at me from the top, "If you had only been loyal to one lord from the beginning, how could you say betrayal?"

"You mean," I dodged the fierce axe sideways, picked the broken steel from the side, and fought with the axe blade, creating a series of sparks and constant clanging sounds, "Your family is born to believers of Strad!?"

"That's true, young knight," the warrior lifted his left foot and kicked me, and the other two warriors, holding swords and maces, attacking me from left to right. "We are the priests and servants of the Lord of the Mist, and the descendants of his most loyal general, Filati."

It stood there, looking at me just like that, showing a very humane and mocking expression, "And that general, also the Archbishop of the Son of the Misty Sect, Dukanfilati."

"Fix him!" He waved to the people on both sides, and the warriors on the side walked towards me with a grin, and the smell of rottenness drifted into my nostrils.

"For Valenlia!" A loud roar came from behind me. I quickly turned around and looked. A warrior who was caught in several arrows seemed to know that he could not survive. He roared and hugged a warrior from the Ferati family. His comrades beside him rushed over and roared and stabbed the hugged ancient warrior into a sieve.

"Do you still have time to care about others, noble knight," a voice came from me, followed by waves of sounds of breaking through the air, "I decided you should save yourself first!"

I quickly twisted my body, a long sword and a nail hammer had already hit me, and I quickly changed to one hand to both hands, held the broken steel and swung the two weapons away from me.

With two clangs, two evil undead warriors were blocked by me along with their weapons. They took a few steps back slightly, and there was no expression of failure or anger on their faces.

"Excellent combat skills," the warrior holding the long sword on the left looked at me with a smile, "No wonder Clemente thinks you can let him enjoy the fun of fighting."

"You are indeed excellent, knight," the evil servant on the right laughed, "but the problem is that your men can't hold on for long."

"This is the end of your nonsense!" I took a big step forward angrily, holding the broken steel in both hands, drawing a big fan shape, and the divine power stormed and compressed the sword. A golden dazzling light then emerged from the sword and broke away. A crescent-shaped light cut towards the front.

"What, what is this!" The two evil undead warriors were shocked and hurriedly tried to avoid my attack. Unfortunately, the crescent-shaped evil-breaking slash was faster than them. Before they could find any cover, the evil-breaking slash hit the mist armor on their bodies from the front.

Then there was a violent explosion and an extremely close-range divine power impact. No evil creature could survive this divine power impact, no.

The dazzling golden light quickly dissipated after lasting for a while. The two ancient warriors were gone, leaving only two sets of armor with rusty marks on the ground.

"It seems that your fog Lord can't protect you, ha?" I twisted my neck gently, looked at Clemente, whose expression became gloomy not far away, stretched out a hand at him, and hooked his fingers, "Don't you want to fight me and enjoy the fun of the battle, come on."

"I admit that I despise you, Knight," Clement raised his axe with some anger, and the round iron shield in his other hand protected him from the front, and he lowered his body and rushed towards me.

"But if you think you can turn defeat into victory, you're a big mistake!"

He roared and rushed to me, and the round shield in his hand blocked the broken steel that was chopping towards him. The battle axe in his right hand quickly filled the gap in the middle and slashed towards me with an indomitable aura.

"This kind of trick of calving insects cannot hurt me, and I don't even need to use magic tricks!" I bent my legs slightly, held the broken steel in my right hand and stabbed him, while moved my left hand to the front and sent it slightly forward and upward.

"Clang!" The axe blade hit my arm armor, making a crisp knock. Clemente kicked me again, and the whole person tried to retreat.

"The knight won't fall twice in one move," I smiled and stretched out my left hand, blocking his powerful and heavy kick. The sword in my hand ruthlessly cut at the undead's head.

Clemente was a little panicked. He held a shield in his left hand and slapped my head, while trying harder to get out of me.

"It's a bit too late to withdraw now, Clement!" I gritted my teeth and ate him a shield.

The heavy iron shield slammed hard on my helmet, causing my world to spin in an instant. Fortunately, I was wearing the helmet, otherwise my head would be hit hard by this.

With a helmet, this level of dizziness was not as good as the shock I felt when I walked through the bullets with my shield in Birmington, so I recovered the next moment.

"It's time for the farce to end! Avalon Fire!" I roared at Clement, holding his shield-holding left hand tightly, and a golden Avalon Fire ignited from the broken steel, and pierced into his body from under his ribs.

"You... madman," he opened his eyes widened with evil green flames and looked at the sword that pierced into him in disbelief. "You actually..."

"I'm a knight, you brainless zombie," I smiled at him, "which means my wounds will be recovered soon, under the influence of the magic."

"Say goodbye, Clement," I held the sword in both hands and stabbed him again, "No one will miss you."

The fire of Avalon suddenly ignited, and Clemente instantly turned into a golden torch.

I drew my sword, took two steps back, and watched Clemente walk forward in a daze, then fell straight to the ground, burning violently, and was soon burned to black ashes by this natural nemesis.

"Enough!" A majestic voice came from the distance, Dukan. It slowly floated in front of me from the original stands, and a large group of ancient warriors surrounded me, with evil eyes staring at me with malicious intentions.

Only then did I realize that all the soldiers who followed me had died in battle on this platform. Each of them was covered with arrows and scars from swords and sword stabs.

Next to their bodies were the bodies of two ancient warriors who also lost their lives. The evil fire in their eyes was extinguished, and the tireless bodies returned to eternal tranquility.

"I know your power, knight," Dukan looked at me dissatisfiedly, and the staff floated beside it, "I know these family members can't do anything to you, your divine power is their nemesis."

"So, be honored," he opened his hands and floated into the air, and the staff returned to its hands again, "I, General Strad, the noble priest of the Church of the Son of the Mist, and Archbishop Du Kanfilati, will give you death in the name of my Lord Strad!"

All the warriors dispersed from me, leaving a circular field empty. Dukan waved his staff, and a dazzling purple light shot out from the black crystal at the top of its staff, and rushed towards me quickly.

No one can avoid the light after it is emitted, unless you act in advance, I have been observing the action of Dukan. As soon as he waved his staff, I jumped out to the left with intuition.

A lightning hit the position where I was standing. The originally neat and smooth stone ground was instantly blown out of a small pit. The stone that turned into pieces was raised by the shock wave and spread in all directions.

"Have you escaped, lucky boy," Dukan didn't seem angry, but just raised his staff again, "Let you see the great power of the rune master, the earth!"

It's bad now. I didn't expect it to be a rune master, and like that bastard mage, Pichi, he is proficient in the power of the earth.

The land under my feet trembled violently under its control. As a figure who had not yet lost his rune technique two thousand years ago, I did not doubt the strength of its Furth. The current situation is a good proof.

Dukan didn't speak, but just looked at me with a breath of breath. This is true for all rune masters. We never shout words other than names when fighting, which will only reveal your intentions.

I could feel a large force of earth gathering quickly under my feet, "zuyk!" I hurriedly summoned the wind and let it take me away from my original position.

"Bang!" A loud bang came, and a huge sharp stalagmites broke out from under the platform. If I hadn't summoned the wind, this stalagmites would have easily penetrated me.

"Dragon Words, you are also a rune master. Although you are very weak, you are still a rune master. This is interesting," Dukan laughed, "Come on! Let's solve all this with the rune master's method, rune duel!"

He raised his staff and began to recite long and obscure sentences to the sky. I knew what that was, rune duel, a way of fighting that only exists between rune masters.

Participating in a rune duel means that only one person can survive in the end. The natural rules of this continent are the only referee in this duel. When you participate, you hand over your name and life to the natural rules, without regret, and no possibility of withdrawal.

"Damn it," I raised Duangang and rushed towards him, and at the same time summoned the name of flames, and condensed dozens of rune energy arrows around me.

Before the Broken Steel could reach the death, the rune energy arrow had already shot towards him, but when he was about to touch it, he was blocked by a white stone wall. The cunning Dukan lifted the earth and blocked my attack.

"Don't think about pulling me into this ceremony! mith!" I summoned Mithrite and decided to go astray, otherwise once it makes a successful request, there is no way to kill it except to participate in the duel.

Natural rules will not allow it to die, during the few minutes of the duel contract.

I stared at the source of Mithril's power, and the mental power in my mind flowed out quickly, and a powerful Furth quickly established between me and it.

"I need a steam spear!" I used all my strength to concentrate on thinking about this matter and make myself believe it.

The loss of mental power is getting faster and faster. As the speed continues, my mental power will dry up in a minute, but that doesn't matter, because I saw the Misilan Steam Spear slowly forming.

This was an extremely slow process. The rapid loss of mental power made my head start to hurt like a torn. I bit my lower lip hard and used the pain to fight the pain so that the steam spear could be built smoothly.

God, I know that without runes, the consumption will be extremely huge, but this is too exaggerated. The mental power required for me to build a Misilan Steam Spear is enough for me to build dozens of Misilan swords.

Although it was difficult and accompanied by sequelae such as dizziness, tear and nausea in my head, a steam spear still appeared in my hand.

It is actually not suitable to say that it is a steam spear. It is more like the Misilian version of the giant steam crossbow. The spear is the arrow of this launcher.

"God is as grace as a tide!" I held the huge launcher in my hand and looked at Dukan, who was still singing the contract in the distance. The fire of Avalon emerged again and burned violently on the spear.

A dazzling golden light ignited on the spear's head. I struggled to carry the entire launcher and aimed at Dukan not far away, "This is for you, Strad's bastard!"

I pulled the trigger, and a large stream of steam spurted out from the exhaust ports on both sides, and the spear shot forward like lightning.

The stone wall that Dukan was pulled up was easily penetrated by it, and the earth shield around it could not last longer. The spear penetrated all Dukan's defenses with a stunning force, and finally penetrated its body.

"This is, what..." The chanting sound came to an abrupt end. Dukan lowered his head with difficulty and looked at the huge spear that pierced his abdomen.

"You shouldn't give me time, Dukan," I laughed and looked at him, "I am indeed just a first-level rune master. I have almost no runes, but I have more than one element."

I waved my hand, and all the metal sources and water, fire and wind were lined up behind me, "Your biggest mistake is to believe in your own accumulated strength over the past two thousand years, as well as the so-called protection of the Lord of Mist. In fact, he has abandoned you."

I did not speak nonsense. From the time the spear was fired until the spear pierced through him, the mist of its most trusted and worship did not appear at once.

"Don't be proud," Dukan fell to the ground and stared at me, "This is just the beginning, Lancelot, Saren," he looked into my eyes and suddenly called out my name, "The Lord of the Mist knows who you are. One day, he and his Eternal Legion will return to this world, we will find you, and the Lord of the Mist will complete what he had not done back then."

"Strad, I have a debt to settle with him," I sneered, "Let him do it, you members of the Son of the Mist Church are the first interest I have received."

I kicked it to the ground, and the fire of Avalon burst out from inside him, quickly ignited it and turned into another torch, which screamed wildly, rolled on the ground, and soon turned into another ball of black ashes.

It seems that Dukan is the source of the curse of this tomb, or in other words, it is the only connection between it and Strad. After it was completely purified from this world, the other Filati warriors looked at me unwillingly, and the dark green flames in their eyes quickly disappeared, and they turned into corpses and fell to the ground again.

"Ah, by the way," I walked back to the ashes and picked up the staff it left behind. "This would be a good souvenir."

There was no danger on the way back, except that it was late at night when I came out. I found the war horses we left outside the grave and rode one of them back.

I never saw those angry blue ghosts along the way. This is a good thing. It seems that with Dukan's death, the dead here, both inside and outside, finally gained peace again, rather than being enslaved by the Son of the Mist, or Strad.

I rode into the barracks and blocked anyone who intended to see me. I was tired and needed a rest so that I could have enough energy to transport the bodies of the soldiers tomorrow.

I blew out the oil lamp in the tent and fell asleep quickly, but I couldn't sleep too well.

Dukan and his crazy family have become a thing of the past, but a bigger threat is coming soon.
Chapter completed!