Chapter 513: Chapter 86: Backlash! Curse_3 His energy bar was about a third depleted.
In this regard, this human form didn’t have the endurance of the first human form and his stamina recovery was slightly worse. Duncan slightly slowed his charge, quickly joining up with Hegel next to him. The two exchanged a glance, sharing a mutual understanding, and simultaneously charged towards the beast-man monsters.
Boom!
Hegel was like a walking tank, clad in heavy armor, wielding a warhammer and shield to clear a path ahead. Duncan followed closely behind, pulling out a javelin and aiming at the distant enemies.
A lightning bolt tore through the sky.
The beast-head monster that seemed to be a legion commander was slain, and the nearby undead army fell into chaos.
"Don’t linger in battle."
"Let’s go."
Duncan covered Hegel’s retreat, the two reversing direction, charging back and forth seven times before turning to support others.
With the two of them holding the frontline, using the terrain nearby, they created an impenetrable defense.
"In a moment, you and I will take turns activating Frenzy."
Within the Barbarian Battle Group, only Duncan and Hegel mastered the ability of Unyielding Frenzy. Other barbarians would become fatigued after using Frenzy.
Typically, this fatigue state shortens as one’s strength increases.
As long as they allowed other barbarians the time to rest, someone could always activate Frenzy.
The witch, Gleya, was stunned.
It was her first time witnessing someone dealing with miraculous summoning spells in such a direct way while beside her, the pirate Anne and Storm Eira were also on a killing spree. However, the pirate’s rapier wasn’t very effective at this moment, so she switched to a pirate cutlass.
The bodies stacked up in front had formed a hill, almost like a man-made wall, blocking the undead army pouring in from all directions.
The other barbarians, after charging and fighting, were starting to pant heavily, especially Crete.
Yet Duncan and Hegel showed no signs of fatigue, unhurriedly slaughtering the undead army before them. As soon as elite enemies came within 500 meters, Duncan pointed, and Hegel struck, slaughtering beast-man monsters one after another.
"At this rate, we’ll really hold on until dawn!"
At that moment, the witch Gleya no longer doubted the barbarians’ physical prowess and endurance—they could not be considered ordinary humans.
Meanwhile.
In a certain underground altar on the Golden Coast, a high priest in a black robe held a heavy black book, his expression astounded, seemingly peering at distant events through some means, muttering: "These barbarians? Are they really human?"
Theoretically.
He used the Book of the Dead to open the Gate of the Netherworld, summoning the undead army endlessly, but even this summoning had an output limit—no matter how endless the numbers, there was a limit to how many could be awakened at once.
And now it was clear the summoned numbers couldn’t keep up with the barbarians’ slaughtering pace.
They were killing too fast!
The once dense undead army now appeared sparse at the front line.
"No!"
"Stronger undead must be summoned!"
Swish.
The surrounding priests in black robes, holding ritual daggers, executed the slaves beside them—this was a blood sacrifice ritual. They intended to offer sacrifices, praying for more powerful undead to descend.
The leading high priest placed the Book of the Dead at the center of the altar, chanting spells as an unknown whirlwind arose around.
Isa Island.
The same scene occurred by Duncan’s side—the battlefield ahead was swept by a whirlwind, resembling a sandstorm, with the ground flowing like quicksand, cracking open into a massive maw, swallowing Duncan’s figure like a Sphinx.
"Watch out!"
The witch Gleya had just warned.
Bang!
With a loud noise, Duncan’s figure leapt out from the underground quicksand, the resulting blast wave creating rippling circular patterns in the surrounding sand.
Duncan sprang up, hurling his ancestral projectile, instantly killing a priest-like mummy.
Buzzing!
Swarms of locusts surged from the darkness, seemingly realizing the undead army couldn’t handle these barbarians. The dense swarm approached like a dark cloud.
Finally, it’s my turn to take the stage.
The witch Gleya’s expression shook. She took out a bottle and opened it. As she chanted a spell, she blew out a wisp of flame. In an instant, a fiery serpent surged out, its body snaking over tens of meters, swallowing the swarming insects in the sky and scattering countless charred ashes.
She planted her staff into the ground, and the spreading quicksand solidified into rock. The swirling flames danced like a frenzied fire serpent, engulfing a vast number of enemies ahead.
"Hot! Hot! Hot!"
The barbarians who charged too quickly were scorched and cried out in distress. Crete’s hair was completely burned off, and he retreated in a rolling, disheveled state.
He glared at the witch behind him, thought for a moment but decided to let it go, considering this woman was quite formidable after all.
Magic doesn’t differentiate between friend and foe.
With Duncan’s strength, teaming up with Hegel, killing the rear Pharaoh mummy was not a difficult task. However, he didn’t do that; instead, he led a group of barbarians to continuously slaughter the enemy. Unknowingly, thousands of undead nearby were already hacked to death.