The Ruined Death Knight-Novel

While currently Isamu and the others faced an overwhelming killing intent on the last floor.

The other explorer's situation went from worse to terrible.

Upon the one wraiths, death brought forth by a lance made out of pure flames. All the other wraiths who were fighting with their hands with sharp fingers flew through the air while gazing at the living with a rage.

The explorers who finally got a breath from those floating nightmares sighed in relief.

"Magic caster! Do another one while they are standing still!" One of the explorers yelled.

"You don´t need to tell me that!" He yelled as he gather his mana and slowly turned into flames.

As everyone was looking at the wraiths anxiously, wondering when they were to strike, something unexpected happend.

The wraith in the middle among all the others wraiths started talking with a quiet yet echoing voice.

"To be freed from your eternal duty..."

"Brings disgraces in the name of Azur´rah!"

And then almost simultaneously, every single of the wraiths clapped their hands together.

Doing that, the sand gathered near their hands, be it from the tower's walls of their own body.

"O Flames, burn-in pierce my enemies in front of me!"

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Aiming his staff towards the talking wraith, the gathered flames took the shape of a lance.

"[Flaring Lance]!" Finishing his casting the spell, the lance made out of flames travel through the air not any slower than the wind blade that killed the colleague of his before.

'Flaring Lance, a spell in close resemblance with the Fireball. Although it lacks the destruction power, it's much faster and thanks to its shape, the flames can pierce one body and inflict internal wounds. The wraith is finished.' The magic caster thought with a smug smile on his face.

Watching the lance made out of flames reach the wraith, he was right about to start gathering his mana to cast another spell when he watched something absurd happening in front of him.

The flame lance that was about to engulf the wraith in flames, had in an instant been cut in half. With the remaining flames going past the wraith's left and right.

"What!?"

Stunned, he watched the wraith who was holding a spear-axe-like weapon that he saw before.

Soon after, the remaining wraiths started creating a similar weapon as that wraith.

Pushing their hands from the palms that were before, the sand slowly formed into a long stick, and in the end, a blade appeared.

What amazed the explorers more was that those weird weapons that we're made with sand, started now becoming that of a metal.

With their weapons now finished, the wraiths grabbed the newly made voulge.

Pointing the voulge towards the magic caster, the wraith that talked announced now together with all the others wraiths loudly.

"We are the guardians of Ged'uruk's tower! The remaining disciplines of the great Azur'rah!"

Flying with their newly made voulge in hand towards the magic caster, they all said with their voice mixed with killing intent.

"And all living shall die from stepping inside our's master sacred place!"

"P-Protect the magic caster!"

"If they get him we are also done!"

"Dammit! I didn´t sign up for this!"

The explorers cried out loud.

Some felt desperate and tried to run away, others stayed their ground and decided to fight to the bitter end.

"No! Don´t run! If You run-" Before the magic caster could finish, he saw how the wraith slashed the ones that run away in their back. Leaving a massive wound and falling to the ground only to die shortly after.

"Forget them! Focus on your spell!" The explorer who yelled to protect him said.

Seeing a wraith coming from the side of his eyes, he clashed with the undead.

"Haaah!" Using his life force to reinforce the muscles in his hands, he directly cut the voulge and the wraiths stomach area.

"How is that!?" The man yelled with a grin on his face.

But sadly that grin didn´t last that long

"Hehehehe~" 

Similar to before, the body of the wraith regenerates together with the weapon he cut.

"Hey! That cheati-" Without being able to finish, another wraith came and clashed with the man. Counting the now recovered wraith, the man was fighting 2 wraiths that both skillfully wielded the voulge.

The other explorers who were trying to protect the magic caster were in a similar situation. 

"Tch, O flames! Burn and swing your flames like the immortal phoenix! [Flame Wave]!" 

Swinging his staff, a wave of four flames flew above the explorers protecting him.

That made the wraiths who were fighting while floating step to the ground like the explorers. That brief chance of their footing was all that the explorers needed to inflict a finishing blow to the wraiths.

"Take that!" Swinging his sword, he cut a wraith diagonally from its neck in half.

And he wasn´t the only one who managed to do this.

Although the flames that came above them felt extremely hot, they all managed to either slash or crash the wraiths in front of them.

At least that´s how it looked for them.

The sand that was falling down from the destroyed body of the wraiths suddenly halted mid-air and instead of regenerating from the spot flew past the explorers.

"Huh!?" Of course, the explorers who thought they finished the undead were shocked to see them still able to regenerate.

But the one man who was first to say to protect the magic caster widen his eyes as he related where the sand was going.

"No! Stop!"

Ignoring what the man said, the wraiths started to rebuild their body while holding their voulge.

The magic caster who saw more than 8 wraiths coming his way from both front and behind him flinched from the fear.

"Dammit! O flames! Burn and swing you flames like the immo-" 

*Fseeeen

Right when he was about to finish casting his spell, one of the wraiths raised his hand and threw the voulge like a spear and hitting the magic caster right towards his chest.

Feeling the impact and a large cut through his chest, the magic caster couldn´t help but interrupt his spell. 

"Agghh!" He screamed while holding the freshly made wound with one hand while continuing his spells.

If it weren´t for the fact that a voulge wasn´t suited for piercing and throwing like a javelin, he would have died wearing only a robe protecting his body.

"immortal phoni-"

Of course, the short time that the wraith managed to buy was enough of the other of his kind to get in their range.

One of the wraiths swung his voulge to the side of the magic caster's stomach.

And without letting the magic caster scream in pain, four other wraiths swung their weapons and cut his body off him.

"Agh...." 

Feeling his strength leaving his body, he let go of the staff and fell to the ground. The last thing the magic caster saw was the explorers rushing towards him and dark waters slowly emerging from the surroundings.

"You bastards!" The explorer of before yelled as he swung his sword at the same wraith he cut before.

Taking notice of that, the wraith raised his voulge and blocked the sword with its shaft that was made out of metal.

*Tinkkk!

Colliding with each other, the explorer was surprised to see that he couldn´t cut the wraith's weapon as he did a moment ago.

"Huh-Ah~" The man who inspected the wraith's weapons finally noticed what happend.

`The metal is much thicker than before!´

And as soon as he realized that, a wraith that was hiding under the stairs reviewed itself and swung his volume at the mana side.

"Die." The wraith said as he pushed the man back.

Without being able to defend himself from the push, he could only watch as the undead swung his volume diagonally just as he had done.

Falling to the ground as a lifeless corpse, the wraiths moved to their next target.

The more people fell by the blades of that voulge, the quicker the explorers started to die.

Although they were few who were on the 3rd-tier and were able to heavily wound the wraiths, or rather make them use their mana to regenerate their body. They too were fated to die as the people keeping them from overwhelming them were now dead.

Not long after, were those who stayed behind or run away.

Everyone died.

Some bodies were completely crashed from falling down the stairs, while others died fighting in the stairs.

Their difference in how they died didn´t much matter to the wraiths who stared below at the corpses.

What mattered to them was the intruder were finally.

Or rather, the fact that the living died matters to them.

Which one of it more important was the wraiths unknown.

But one thing was certain.

To them, both of those things were important.

Going closer to the corpses of the explorers, dead mana came out of their bodies.

The next second, their sand bodies crumpled to the ground with the dead mana entering the course's bodies.

And the next moment, the lifeless corpses started to raise from the ground one by one.

"We need to uphold our duty..." The possessed corpse said as it grabbed the voulge from the ground (stairs).

A similar scene was happening all around the corpses.

Raising from the ground and gripping the voulges from the ground (stairs).

The wraiths inside the explorer's bodies started to ascent towards the last floor.

"The remaining disciplines of the great Azur'rah..." The wraiths muttered in unison.

"All the living shall die!" They said with a sinister smile on their face.