Chapter 74: Charge!

Standing on the flip board, Dean did not rush forward. Instead, he took out the remaining Knight Sword of Steel and began to inspect the stone slabs on both sides of him. The feeling of looseness made Dean heave a sigh of relief for the decision he had made earlier—connecting the rain of arrows on the square before with the safety of the first half of the tomb passage, Dean could be certain that the Thief Master who designed the mechanisms here was quite skilled at grasping the human heart.

Then, naturally, such a grasp would definitely not be used just once.

Of course, it would not be used randomly.

After all, such a design would only achieve its greatest effect when it caught people off guard.

And obviously, this twelve-foot-long ‘trap zone’ right before his eyes was one such place.

If, following the inertia of thought, the person entering the tomb passage focused all their attention on this twelve-foot-long ‘trap zone’, or was attracted by this ‘trap zone’, then once the trap appeared in other places, it would naturally cause the greatest harm.

And the two rows of stone slabs right next to the twelve-foot-long ‘trap zone’ were undoubtedly the easiest places to set up traps.

Although this was just Dean’s guess at first, when Dean searched the row of stone slabs in front of him and determined that they were all traps, such a guess had obviously become a fact.

Thud! Thud!

The Knight Sword of Steel gently tapped the second row of stone slabs in front of him. When that dull sound came back, Dean leaped up again and stood firmly on the safe stone slab. Then, the Knight Sword in his hand flicked backward, and instantly, the Knight Sword of Steel inserted into the stone slab was flicked up and caught firmly by Dean’s left hand.

Dual-wielding weapons was not difficult for Dean—in fact, after the training of a Thief, most people could do it.

But, that was just doing it.

To truly bring out the power of dual-wielding weapons, some compensation from skills was needed.

As for such skills, although Dean knew them, he only knew the basics; however, this was enough for Dean to use two Knight Swords of Steel without any issues for the time being.

Of course, compared to the original owners of these two Knight Swords, there was still a considerable gap.

But, at this moment, it was enough.

After passing through the longest ‘trap zone’ in the tomb passage, the entire passage began to enter its final stage—although traps were still frequent, the truly fatal ones had become fewer.

Undoubtedly, as a Thief Master who set up trap mechanisms, he had his own dignity and would absolutely not be like some novice Thieves, sticking traps everywhere like a dog-skin plaster—although doing so also had considerable effect, in the eyes of most people, it was a rogue’s method.

At the very least, some people with status would disdain to use it.

And a Thief Master who could be invited by the Conqueror King obviously had considerable status.

Click, click, click!

Dean stood on the edge of this side of the tomb passage. After lighting the torch on the wall beside him again, he looked at the descending stairs that appeared in front of him, and the Longsword in Dean’s hand gently probed.

The sound of metal striking began to spread far away in this empty place.

There were no abnormalities, which was enough to show that this place was safe, at least these metal steps were safe; of course, certain things attracted by the sound of metal striking were not so friendly—

Crack, crack…

Thump, thump, thump…

Amidst the sound of metal friction, heavy footsteps rang out. The place that originally required Dean to rely on torches for lighting instantly became bright—ten Magic Crystals, the size of a fist, were embedded in the ceiling here in a certain arrangement. The light they emitted allowed Dean to see the surroundings clearly.

A square similar to the other side of the tomb passage, but without the paving of stone slabs, leaving only a floor made entirely of metal.

That kind of reflection, Dean believed he would not mistake it.

Similarly, the twelve Metal Puppets standing on this metal floor at this moment, Dean also believed he would not mistake them. That kind of reflection was basically exactly the same as the reflection on the ground.

And these twelve Metal Puppets were not something Dean was seeing for the first time!

In fact, his repeated failed assassinations of Fendel in his previous life were all because of these Metal Puppets—unlike human negligence, Metal Puppets, as complete Magic constructs, would not have so-called negligence twenty-four hours a day. As long as there were enough Magic Crystals, they were the most dedicated Guards and Warriors.

Moreover, they were the exceptionally powerful kind.

Because of the construction circuits, these Metal Puppets operated entirely on Magic Crystals; movement, combat, and the like were no exception. Therefore, their burly, somewhat massive bodies possessed considerable Agility and dexterity, no less than those Silver Knights; as for Strength?

It far exceeded ordinary Silver Knights, and was only a thin line away from a Gold-rank Knight.

Of course, besides these, these Metal Puppets also had some special methods.

It was precisely because of these special methods that they could not be ignored.

‘My twelve Puppet Guards are gifts from our ancestors. We who possess the Conqueror King’s Bloodline will all gain the ancestors’ protection in our fearless advance!’

Fendel introduced these Metal Puppets like this in front of the Grand Duchess.

And he did not say much else.

Obviously, even while showing off, that Goth Prince had not truly lost his mind and blurted out words he should not have said.

At least, Dean could not determine right now how Fendel had subdued these Metal Puppets.

After all, twelve Metal Puppets above Silver Level, even if Fendel had Gold-rank Knights by his side, would be difficult to deal with—whether it was the ‘invulnerability’ of these Metal Puppets or the Strength and speed they displayed, it was enough to make any Gold-rank existence die on the spot under their siege.

This was not a joke. Dean, who had once been at the Gold-rank, had almost died under the siege of these Puppets.

Although his becoming a Gold-rank powerhouse involved some trickery, he had still truly stepped into the Gold-rank. This was a fact that could not be denied.

But even so, facing these Puppets, Dean was unable to cope.

So much so that in the end, he had to use a method of mutual destruction, dying together with that Goth Prince.

Of course, Dean had no regrets about this.

However, facing these Puppets again, Dean frowned tightly—after all, when he faced these Puppets before, he was already a Gold-rank powerhouse.

But now…

He had not even experienced the first level of Knight’s Baptism.

The difference in Strength was truly too far.

So far that it reached a point where Dean simply could not resist.

Crack, crack…

The twelve Metal Puppets still displayed a ‘clumsy’ and ‘slow’ appearance, just like that, step by step approaching the place where Dean was.

Watching these approaching Metal Puppets, Dean subconsciously retreated slowly—at least the narrowness of the tomb passage could temporarily block these guys who were ten feet tall, buying him more time to let him find the flaws of these Metal Puppets.

After all, Dean did not believe that Fendel passed here by relying on true Strength.

Aside from Fendel’s own Strength and influence being unable to do so, it was more because the Metal Puppets in Dean’s memory had absolutely no damage.

It wasn’t that there was no damage after repairs, but the kind of damage where not even a scratch appeared on the main body—Dean, who had stayed on Secret Spell Island for a while, could determine that he had not seen it wrong.

In other words, there was a method here to pass without fighting.

Crack, crack…

Just as Dean was thinking, the Metal Puppets in front finally stopped. With six on each side, using the width of the steps under the tomb passage as the standard, standing one every ten feet, they just stood facing each other in two rows.

Clang!

The heavy swords, which normal humans would need two hands to use, were drawn by these Metal Puppets and crossed above their heads.

Instantly, they formed shapes like guillotines.

“This is…”

Looking at the scene in front of him, Dean was stunned, and some unusual thoughts surged in his heart.

However, before Dean could think carefully, the wolf howls coming from the tomb passage behind him made his whole body rush forward—obviously, that Alpha Wolf had already breached the previous rain of arrows square and entered the tomb passage.

Undoubtedly, the time left for him was running out.

Once he was caught up by that Alpha Wolf, he would definitely be in grave danger.

Moreover, the thoughts that had just surged in his heart gave him some confidence—

Whoosh!

Crack!

Dean’s body had just rushed past the first place where the double swords crossed, and instantly, the double swords fell down, carrying a rapid sound of breaking through the air.

That huge power poured into the huge Longsword, even causing the metal floor to be chopped apart.

However, Dean’s heart relaxed!

Because, he knew his thought was correct—what was needed to pass here was not Strength, but courage, the courage to truly press forward indomitably.

Just like that Conqueror King back then!