Chapter 425: The Last Queen's Guard

The enemy appeared suddenly after the team entered a straight corridor leading into the depths of darkness— and their numbers seemed endless.

A sharp whizzing sound came from beside him, a scimitar slashed at his neck with a vicious angle, Lawrence leaned back in the nick of time and grabbed the arm holding the scimitar, ghostly green flames instantly rose from the edge of his palm, turning a monster wearing a naval uniform with a vertically split head into ashes, before he could react, several more gunshots rang out from the opposite side.

The gunshots were from a writhing creature that suddenly crawled out of a drainage ditch— the creature had a human-like upper body, but its lower half was a writhing mass of deformed viscera, its hands clutching a "rifle" that seemed to be cobbled together from bones and flesh. The rifle's barrel, no matter how wrong it looked, spewed tongues of flame.