Reincarnated Maid is About To Be Captured by All Players

"Ugh—?!"

Grumman let out a muffled grunt as he was struck down by a flying spear.

The entire spear body was emerald green, as if forged from jade stone.

After the spear pierced through Grumman, without any human intervention, the spear began to loosen on its own, then separated from Grumman's body and flew toward a certain location, ultimately landing securely in the delicate palm of a young girl.

"Lady Christiana..."

The one who had thrown the spear was Chris. She spun the spear in her hand, sweeping away nearby adventurers. Gone was her usual frivolous demeanor. At this moment, Chris was like a heroic valkyrie.

Although I had long known that Chris had studied magic and martial arts, I hadn't expected her to be surprisingly capable.

"Cough...! [Gungnir, the Divine Spear]?"

Grumman actually stood up again, glanced at the shattered armor on his chest, and clicked his teeth in frustration.

Something was burning at his heart's location, but it didn't cause any harm to Grumman.

[Protective Charm]—a blessing-type consumable item that triggers when receiving a fatal attack, removing all negative effects and preventing fatal damage, leaving health at 1. The effect was similar to the Phoenix Evening Dress, but the Protective Charm was a one-time item.

Grumman's face was full of anger. He probably hadn't expected to use such a rare life-saving item in this situation. It was such a waste.

"No, that's absolutely impossible to be [Gungnir, the Divine Spear]. What you have is a replica, isn't it?!"

Gungnir, the Divine Spear—a legendary weapon passed down from the elves since a thousand years ago. If legendary weapons were ranked in tiers, Gungnir would be among the top tier. It had always been held by successive Elf Kings and was said to have been crafted by the skilled craftsmen among the elves, the earth spirits, using the sacred tree of Midgard.

Legend had it that once Gungnir was thrown, it would definitely pierce its target and would automatically return to its master's side, with no means to restrict it. The earth spirits regarded it as an unsurpassable masterpiece. In the centuries that followed, many earth spirits attempted to recreate another divine spear, but all ended in failure.

For this same reason, some replicas had circulated in the world.

The weapon Chris was using was precisely one of these replicas.

Chris raised her right hand, making a spear-throwing gesture. Grumman's expression changed, and he hastily retreated to increase the distance.

One of the limitations of the counterfeit Gungnir was its attack range, which was no different from ordinary throwing distance. The real [Gungnir, the Divine Spear] was different. It’s said its attack range was the entire map. In other words, the current holder, Oberon VII, could even throw the divine spear from Midgard and hit a target in the Kingdom of Michel. Some players jokingly called Gungnir's true form an intercontinental ballistic missile. However, the Elf King had never conducted such long-range strikes, so its authenticity was unknown.

Having scared off Grumman, Chris pierced through an adventurer and then jumped to my side.

"Anna, I'll carry you on my back."

"Thank you, short-distance movement shouldn't be a problem. Watch behind you."

As I said this, I had already used chains to bind an adventurer who was planning to backstab Chris, then used him as a meteor hammer to swing out and knock down several adventurers and guards.

Should I call it bowling instead?

I shot chains upward, trying to pierce the ice blocks to create an anchor point and pull us up, but when the chains touched the ice blocks, they automatically slid off—they had preemptively cast magic on the ice walls.

"There are too many of them, and everyone from the support group is no match. That bastard Enrique is completely standing by and watching...!"

"He didn't come to support us?"

"After we were exposed, he immediately distanced himself from us. What a brilliant calculation."

Chris said through gritted teeth. The guards accompanying Enrique weren't weak in combat power, but one couldn't thank him just because he wasn't participating in the arrest. That's how Chris saw it. Our cooperative relationship with Enrique had been shattered.

The only ones on our side were everyone from Anna's Support Group... and whether in terms of numbers or individual combat ability, they were inferior to the Black Eagle Mercenary Group and the knights.

Visibly, the number of adventurers in Anna's Support Group was rapidly decreasing.

"Lady Sister."

Nora emerged from the shadow of an adventurer beside Chris, just like when we first met, casually piercing through the adventurer's body with her scythe.

"How is it, Nora?"

"The situation is very unfavorable for us... The Duke's troops have formed an encirclement with us at the center, and I heard adventurers saying that the Duke is on his way here."

"Duke Borgia himself?! You're kidding..."

"I cannot confirm the truth of the message. Lady Sister, adventurers can use that function called private messages to transmit information over long distances. If there are Black Eagle Mercenary Group adventurers stationed at Reunion..." Follow current novᴇls on novel※fire.net

The answer was self-evident.

The Black Eagle Mercenary Group had originally reached an agreement with Duke Borgia, so using adventurers' characteristics to quickly relay messages was natural.

"Lady Christiana, how far is Reunion Castle from Acklin?"

"Officially, it's quite far... but there are teleportation crystals near Acklin. If the Duke wants to come, it's not impossible."

While parrying adventurers' attacks, Chris told me about the feasibility.

In other words, could Duke Borgia really come to Acklin in person?

Although Duke Borgia was aged and frail, he had once been the Kingdom of Michel's highest combat power. Among us here, no one could face Duke Borgia in direct confrontation.

I could see no hope at all.

To use single-player game terminology to describe it... we were completely stuck in a dead save, weren't we?