Chapter 791 - 802 Ferryman of Cranvo
Most torture devices were not designed to kill a person, so when one is reduced to nothing but a skeleton, escaping the bindings of the torture devices became much less difficult.
The skeletons hopped down from their respective devices, looking akin to a group of elders rising from their rocking chairs. A sinister black mist enveloped the bones of the skeletons, rendering their presence quite dangerous, but of course, it couldn’t scare Lancelot and his battle-hardened companions. Striding with confidence, the Human Knight drew his sword and entered into the midst of his enemies. A skeleton wielding a Bone Saw swung at him, but was easily blocked—the force was not bad, somewhat close to Bruto’s level, but still far from enough to deal with Lancelot.
Without retracting his weapon, the Human Knight kicked out, his Mithril-forged War Boots striking like an Ogre’s massive club, shattering the skeleton’s frame with a single blow. At the same time, Lancelot released one hand from his sword and beckoned lightly in mid-air, causing the skull of the skeleton to fly over to him, which he casually hung on a hook dangling at his side.
A whooshing sound came from behind, but Lancelot paid it no heed and directly slashed at another foe. A thud followed, along with the sound of something fragile hitting the ground—it was Bruto’s Shield Charge, one of his signature Combat Techniques. After felling his enemy, the young Dwarf pounced like a ravenous tiger, his Shield blocking the arm that could still swing, while his Warhammer fell like a Blacksmith at work, shattering bone with every strike until his opponent lay motionless.
"Mo! La! Din!"
The characteristic battle cry of the Dwarves rang out, but it didn’t come from Bruto, who was seeking his next target. The old Dwarf Barrend was holding his heavy Tower Shield, fending off a skeleton wielding a twin-bladed Battle Axe. This skeleton was taller than Lancelot, possibly a mighty Bear Goblin in life, wearing decayed chain mail and draped with a long-faded red cape over its shoulders.
The twin-bladed Battle Axe made a loud clashing noise against the shield, but the old Dwarf stood firm like a rock on the shore, enduring the supernatural strength pouring into him from his adversary. But when the frequency of the attacks slowed slightly, Barrend swung his shield out like a door, pushing the weapon to the outer side of his body, and his Hand Axe flashed out with lightning speed, executing a perfect Crescent Slash at the knee of his foe, severing thigh from shin bones completely.
After striking successfully, Barrend didn’t overreach, swiftly retracting his weapon and readjusting to a defensive stance—this also perfectly blocked an unexpected slash from the skeleton as it stumbled and fell. The old Dwarf stood with his shield raised, patiently waiting for the body of his opponent to fully collapse to the ground before swinging his axe again, this time severing the enemy’s skull from its spine.
"See that, lad?" Barrend shouted loudly, "That’s how a Dwarf fights!"
Bruto couldn’t answer because he was using his own head—of course, wearing a Helmet—as a hammer to ram into the chest of his foe. The effect was immediate; his helmet had been specially modified to prevent any slipping while headbutting, ensuring the force was completely transferred to his adversary.