121. Sister
“Necrolord, so it’s you!”
The Werewolf King loaded his bullets, skillfully using a small iron box to fill his two handheld pistols with special gunpowder.
“Am I that popular? I thought in this era, no one remembered me~”
The Necrolord crossed her beautiful legs, her eyes teasing, as if admiring her toys.
While Holsey was still thinking about how to strategize, the two half-orc girls had already charged forward, their hands transforming into two bone daggers, sharp enough to cut through magically enhanced skin. Not only that, but their strength was also much greater than when they were “alive.”
Holsey almost failed to dodge the undead fox-folk girl’s slash. At the critical moment, the Werewolf King shot the fox-folk girl in the stomach, causing a violent explosion. The latter flew backward but was caught by the undead cat-girl.
The two held hands, looking at each other, as if confirming the other’s injuries.
Holsey’s movements stopped.
In that brief moment, the wound on the fox-folk girl’s stomach, the torn flesh and blood, actually repaired itself.
As the smoke from the gunpowder cleared, her tattered clothes revealed her pale, flawless skin. The damage caused by the Werewolf King had only managed to expose her full lower half at most.
“What are you doing, Wind Statue?”
The Werewolf King spoke, blood dripping from a gash on his arm.
He quickly approached Holsey, his hot, blood-scented breath on her back, his remaining eye glaring at his companion of many years.
In that situation, Holsey should have immediately pursued.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t lose focus!”
“I…” Holsey was a little confused. She didn’t know why she had lost the will to fight the moment she saw the two undead holding hands and checking each other’s injuries.
The Werewolf King reminded her in a hoarse voice:
“This isn’t a damned tea party. Although you’re one of the best half-orcs, you’re still far from my level.”
“If you don’t want the whole team to fail because of you, then get your act together, understand?”
Saying that, the Werewolf King heavily patted Holsey’s shoulder. His huge palm seemed as if it could easily crush Holsey’s head at any moment.
“I’m sorry… I’ll pull myself together.” Holsey bit her lip, her eyes becoming sharp again.
“Good,” the Werewolf King said with a smile:
“These two undead are probably at the level of high-ranking demons. I don’t know how they did it… but it’s very troublesome.”
“But look…”
The Werewolf King’s gaze shifted to the woman floating in the air… the Necrolord.
“That big-breasted woman, although she can guide the undead, she’s very weak. I’ve seen White Miry… that one is much stronger than this thing. As expected, lolis are the best…”
“I think I understand… except for the last part.”
“You don’t need to understand!”
Holsey understood.
The Necrolord’s main body was weak. Although she exuded a terrifying aura, her whole body was full of weaknesses—she was like a dark elf, with a lot of magic power, but not good at close combat.
“Listen up, little cat girl. I’ll be responsible for holding these two undead off. You find a chance and take that woman out.”
“Got it?”
“Understood.”
The two reached an agreement, and the battle began.
If they could defeat the Necrolord, this battle would be over, and her sister Delsey would be safe…
But as the battle began, Holsey found that these two half-orc undead were a little too annoying.
Although she could handle them, these two completely utilized the characteristics of the undead, using their bodies to take attacks and then counter-attacking!
After five minutes of fierce fighting, she still hadn’t had a chance to get close to the Necrolord.
“It seems I have to use that… I have no choice, although it’s a one-time use.”
Holsey gritted her teeth.
After joining the Beast King’s army, Kritz had given each of the race leaders some Goddess’s Treasures. Most of these treasures were just for ornamental purposes, and most of them had been re-collected, said to be for a secret mission.
And in the hands of every [Colossus], there was a functional Goddess’s Treasure for combat.
Unfortunately, the Werewolf King’s treasure had already been destroyed in the last battle, and her treasure was basically useless.
And their opponent was an undead who didn’t need to eat or drink…
…In this war of attrition, they were already at a dead end.
“[Strong Holy Protection]”
A golden light emanated from Holsey’s entire body. She hadn’t wanted to use this treasure so early, but now she had no choice.
Her entire body erupted with a magic power five times stronger than before, and as a price, she would be in a state of magic power depletion for three hours. If she couldn’t end the battle in a short time, it would be even more dangerous than usual.
This scene was witnessed by the Werewolf King. He narrowed his eyes: “I salute you, warrior.”
“This is the only way. Take the rest of the people and go!” Holsey gave the werewolf a look.
“Mr. Werewolf King, take those who are still alive and leave. I’ll take care of it here.”
And just then, the “bulldozer” at the front of the team resumed its operation and began to move forward.
The Werewolf King gave Holsey a look, tossed her two loaded pistols, which Holsey easily caught and tucked into her waist.
“They’re loaded with the strongest bullets. Please use them well!”
“If you can survive, I’ll be back with reinforcements in three days. Take care!”
Saying that, he quickly left the scene.
Just as the two undead half-orcs were about to intercept, Holsey stood in front of them.
“No need,” the Necrolord smiled. “It’s enough to have her stay. It will be very interesting~”
“Humans like to divide themselves into classes. Actually, we undead also have our own ranking.”
“Like some skeletons, those are low-level undead.”
“Zombies, ghouls, mid-level undead have some self-awareness, but not much.”
“High-level undead, they basically look like they did before, except their personalities are a little dull. They retain their souls and consciousness, but they can be controlled by me…”
“And now you’re facing my empowered [Undead Soldiers].”
“Surrender, Lady Holsey.”
As if to prove a point, the undead fox-folk girl said, though her voice was a little dull.
“Become one of us and pledge your loyalty to the King of the Undead.”
“You can’t escape…” the other half-orc undead said.
“Do you think you can fool me with this?”
Holsey gritted her teeth, and the next second, she transformed into a streak of golden light.
She directly ignored the undead half-orcs, passing between them. And strangely, they didn’t block Holsey’s path at all, as if they were frozen.
Just as Holsey’s enchanted dagger, condensed with immense power, was about to cut off the Necrolord’s head, the latter smiled faintly and said softly, “Now~”
“Bang—!”
Suddenly, a figure approached at almost the same speed, another short sword parrying her dagger in an instant.
The violent shockwave sent the two flying. The mysterious figure adjusted her balance in the air and landed at the same time as Holsey.
When she looked up and saw the small figure clearly, Holsey’s heart skipped a beat.
“Sister… Delsey?!”
