Chapter 22 Guell Cemetery (I)
"This is too..."
Roger looked around at the skeletons and zombies wandering in the cemetery, listening to the strange wind and howling in the garden. His legs trembled, and he clung tightly to Matar's right hand.
A full moon hung high in the sky like a massive pupil, gazing down at the nightwalkers below—Roger, Alpha, Randy, Matar, and ten members of the Hades mercenaries—along with Kogas leading the way at the front.
The Vulture, Kogas, was indeed bald as his nickname implied. Scars from countless battles crisscrossed his wrinkled scalp. He wore light armor, and a thin, needle-like sword hung at his waist.
He radiated a murderous aura, making it clear he wasn't someone to mess with. Upon seeing Roger's terrified expression, he snorted contemptuously and muttered:
"You'd better not make so much noise, or you'll alert—"
"Glaah!"
Before he could finish, a sharp sound cut him off. Everyone turned toward the source and saw Roger stepping on something. Hmm? Not a branch—it was wriggling. Looking closer, they realized it was a skeletal arm.
Though broken, it crawled along the ground like a spider. Its owner, a one-armed skeleton, was sprawled on the ground, struggling to rise.
"Waah!" Roger screamed, leaping into Matar's arms. His Guardian Eye activated automatically due reflex, holy light bursting forth from his body.
The noise roused every skeleton and zombie in the cemetery. They turned their heads toward the intruders and rushed in from all directions, fangs bared and claws out. Some leaped from trees, while others clawed their way from beneath tombstones.