Reckless Through The New World

Inside the palace, it is now in chaos.

Hundreds of eerie figures scattered around, hunting down all creatures they could come across at will. No matter good or bad, no distinction is made between high and low, as long as they cannot escape in time, they will all turn into a mummified corpse with a miserable grief under their attack.

Every time they devoured some flesh and blood, these guys became fresher and more agile. Later, their movements have gradually become no different from ordinary people. They can walk, run and jump, and even make low-pitched roars.

Roar like a beast.

The guards of the palace attacked them in panic and anger, but to no avail. Neither a powerful crossbow arrow capable of penetrating armor nor a heavy battle axe capable of slaying a cow on the spot could do any damage to them. And their attacks are irresistible, and even the strongest armor is no more useful in front of them than thin pajamas.

Many soldiers who saw them attack realized this, and they took off their armor to make themselves more flexible. This greatly increased their chances of survival, but also made the situation in the palace even more chaotic.

However, the strange thing is that even though the palace is full of shouting, running and all kinds of chaotic sounds, the outside of the palace is still quiet, and there is no sound inside at all.

If it weren't for the corpses lying on the square in front of the palace, no one would even know that an accident happened here.

"What should I do? Are you going to rush in?" Harley played the heavy and sharp long knife in his hands like a toy, and asked nonchalantly, "I bet there must be something wrong, a big problem!"

Ilo frowned, staring at the palace, which seemed to be quiet, as if nothing had happened.

The five colors of light in his eyes flowed like fireworks that flickered in the festive night sky.

After a while, the light in his eyes dissipated and returned to the normal blue. Then he said: "There is indeed a problem inside, the evil energy is pervading... But compared with the evil energy in the direction of the clock tower, the pervading evil energy is completely worthless. What kind of world is this? I have no impression at all..."

"It doesn't matter what the world is, what matters is that we are here right now," Halley said. "And more importantly, what do we do?"

Yiluo smiled: "What else can we do? When evil spirits are pervasive, we have only one choice."

Harley couldn't help laughing: "That's right! Actually, I also like this kind of plot... Heroes and sages defeat the demons, and then inherit the throne and rule the country logically. This is the most traditional adventure RPG plot. The hero launches a rebellion. The overly realistic plot of seizing the throne, no matter how you look at it, feels like a slap on the street."

The two immediately reached an agreement.

Afterwards, they casually kicked open the doors of several official residences near the palace, and used fists and wands (physically) to agree with the soldiers on duty and officials at the official residence, and arranged for militiamen to guard here.

"No matter who comes, they are not allowed to approach the palace." Ilo said solemnly.

"What if someone wants to break in?" asked the young and energetic militia captain who was originally a cow herder in the village.

"I grant you the right to fire freely." Ilo replied.

Harley said it more directly: "If anyone wants to break in, don't warn, kill them immediately! This is for the safety of the public! Before we come out, make sure no one runs in to feed the evil spirits."

"Such as... what if an evil spirit comes?" the village chief's son, another militia leader, asked nervously.

Ilo and Harley looked at each other and smiled.

"Then let them in."

"One sheep is also driven, and two sheep are also released. I don't care about cutting more."

After speaking, the two walked to the palace side by side.

At this time, there was a panic in the vicinity of the palace bedroom. The king in pajamas turned pale, and beside him stood the captain of the guard, the chief knight, and the minister of the interior—or the head of intelligence. The supreme rulers of these kingdoms were fidgeting and waiting for the news from the front.

In the room behind them, the queen and the princes and princesses were hurriedly changing into mobility-friendly clothes.

Soon, bad news came.

"We couldn't stop those monsters!"

"They are heading towards the bedroom!"

The king took a deep breath, but calmed down.

Tonight, he's gotten so much bad news that he's used to it.

"It seems that only the last option can be used." He said, "Let's go, let's go to the clock tower."

The white-haired old guard advised: "Your Majesty, let's go out of the palace through the back door! It's not safe at the clock tower!"

The king shook his head: "They can break through the gate of the palace, just as they can break through the back door. Besides... who knows if they will have an ambush at the back door?"

"If I'm facing a rebel army or something else, as long as it's a human army, I'll choose to retreat through the back door. But when I'm facing demons and the like, human common sense is useless." He said solemnly, "Back then My ancestors once left a will, if there is an evil spirit breaking into the palace in the future, when there is really no alternative, you can hide in the clock tower. As long as you don’t step into the clock tower, it’s fine—the ancestor’s will, there must be a reason.”

"but……"

"No need to persuade, I have made up my mind!" The king waved his hand, "Now is not the time to discuss slowly, let's go, we must hurry up!"

Soon, the group hurriedly left the palace and ran towards the tallest building in the palace, the Bell Tower.

As the king retreated, the guards who were fighting in front also retreated. They have long wanted to retreat, but because there is no order to allow retreat, they have to die.

Actually...seriously, their "fighting" doesn't make much sense. Because the evil spirits like ordinary people in pajamas ignore them, and their attacks are useless to those evil spirits. Rather than saying that they are defending, it is better to say that they are using their bodies as food to slow the pace of the evil spirits' attack.

Such a battle will naturally seriously dampen morale, even the Iron Warriors can't bear it, let alone these palace guards.

The last straw that broke the camel was the cries coming from the palace next to it.

The evil spirits easily passed through the walls and broke into the places where many palace maids were hiding.

The morale of the palace guards finally collapsed when they realized that even the walls could not stop the evil spirits. I don't know who started it, but the guards who were still trying to maintain the front line suddenly collapsed completely. In just ten seconds, almost everyone threw away their weapons, screamed and cried, turned their heads and ran away.

The "battle" that could be barely sustained turned into pure escape and massacre in a blink of an eye.