Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

50 Undead Tide

The tombstone under Nizemar’s feet suddenly shattered, and a rotted arm grabbed her calf. Just as she was about to lose her balance and fall to the ground, the woman’s eyes suddenly lit up with a faint silver light.

A silver nexus appeared below her before a powerful cyclone lifted her into the air.

Floating in midair, Nizemar kicked off the hand that was trying to firm its grip on her calf before landing lightly. The moment she landed, she pulled out the rapier at her waist and stabbed at the newly awakened dead under the tombstone at lightning speed.

A stream of light traveled across the rapier, and silver flames that resembled mist instantly ignited. The dead struggled and turned to dust.

She eliminated one of the dead.

However, millions of the dead were awakening...

The ground continued trembling. The sound of soil cracking continuously rumbled.

People who should have been dead long ago woke up as their incomplete Soul Fires were ignited by some force and eventually gathered into an unstoppable tide of the dead.

Cass had already removed the black iron sword from his back and destroyed the dead that approached them.

However, more of the dead replaced the fallen ones. Even the corpses that had been knocked down would slowly and firmly approach them with their broken bodies until they were reduced to immobile blocks.

This is terrible... Cass thought.

In the distance, under the cold moonlight, more awakened undead swarmed over them like a wave.

At this moment, it was as if they had fallen into a swamp and were slowly dragged into the abyss of death.

With another heavy swing, the black iron sword beheaded three skeletons and a zombie, but this strike was blocked by a Bronze halberd.

An undead warrior wearing bronze armor from the ancient Blackwater Kingdom appeared among the zombies. It looked as tall as Cass, and its eyes burned with intense Soul Fire. The halberd in its hand was covered in rust as it crossed Cass’s huge sword.

Its movements weren’t as stiff and rigid as the surrounding undead. Instead, it was as agile as when it was alive. After blocking Cass’s strike, it immediately raised the halberd in its hand and stabbed at Cass’s throat with the advantage of the weapon’s long range.

Although the other party’s movements were as quick as a venomous snake, Cass’s years of combat intuition allowed him to narrowly dodge the thrust. The halberd only left a shallow wound on his neck.

Taking advantage of the other party’s missed strike, he dragged his huge sword and charged at the undead warrior, slashing at the other party’s left rib.

However, with a clang, fine green snake-shaped runes suddenly lit up over the bronze armor. Cass felt as if his strike had struck a thick wall, and the intense recoil forced him to take two steps back.

Enchanted armor? This person was a military noble when he was alive?

Cass adjusted his breathing and carefully observed the weak connections between the other party’s armor. After making a mental calculation, he immediately raised the sword in his hand and charged forward again.

After five to six clashes, Cass found the other party’s weakness and closed in. His sword passed through the gap between the other party’s helmet and neck guard and cleanly severed the other party’s neck.

But before Cass could catch his breath, he looked up and saw about 20 undead warriors in bronze armor neatly lined up not far away.

From the looks of it, there’s a tomb of an ancient Blackwater Kingdom’s military noble nearby.

The corners of Cass’s mouth twitched as he thought.

It will be over if they get close...

“Nizemar! Do you have a way out of here?” Cass stared at the horde of undead warriors and roared.

The roars of the undead tearing out of the earth continued. He could only shout with all his might to drown out the sound.

Nizemar shouted a few seconds later, “I have a way to escape the undead and give us some distance from them, but we’re too far from the walls. That distance isn’t enough for us to escape!”

Upon hearing this, Cass immediately said to the afloat Liz, “Liz! Is there anywhere nearby to go?!”

Liz immediately flapped her wings and flew higher to look around. Then, she flew back to Cass’s side with a whoosh and hurriedly pointed at the Holy Sepulchre temple in the middle of the graveyard.

“There! There’s a circle of black light there. The undead will turn around and leave when they approach that light!”

Cass hesitated when he heard this answer.

The thing that awakened the entire graveyard’s undead was definitely something in the Holy Sepulchre. Even a fool could tell.

If he entered, it would probably be even more dangerous than here.

However...

Looking at the horde of undead warriors gradually approaching them, Cass shouted at Nizemar, who was fighting behind him, “The temple in the middle of the graveyard! The undead can’t enter, so we can take a breather over there!”

Staying here would ultimately result in death. It was better to enter the temple and see who the culprit was. At the very least, he could die in peace.

Two seconds later, Nizemar’s “okay,” sounded from behind. Then, a silver nexus appeared under Cass’s feet.

Before he could react, a powerful whirlwind lifted him into the air.

Lv. 3 Storm spell, Float.

“Stand up and jump over one by one.”

Nizemar-who had also floated in midair-said to Cass, “What do you mean by jumping one by one...”

Cass knew the answer before he finished asking.

From their current location to the temple in the middle, more than ten silver nexus instantly lit up. Then, more than ten floating cyclones rose. Many of the cyclones had thrown up the undead as they flailed their limbs in midair.

Was this the method she mentioned-to put some distance between them?

Cass looked at the dozen or so nexus and didn’t know what to say. As for Nizemar, she said to him, “Be careful. One wrong jump and you’re dead.”

As she spoke, she suddenly smiled at herself. Then, she held the rapier and jumped toward the nearest floating cyclone.

This woman only seems to smile sincerely when discussing dangerous topics.

Cass thought as he watched the other party’s nimble back.

A slight pain came from his left hand.

He looked down. Liz was staring at him while pinching his finger.

“What are you thinking? Hurry up and jump over. This spell won’t last long!”

Liz reminded him, her tone filled with displeasure.

Cass hurriedly nodded before leaping. Compared to Nizemar, he clumsily jumped onto the next floating cyclone.

It’s easier than I thought, Cass thought to himself after stabilizing himself before immediately jumping to the next cyclone.

The two of them jumped past the dozen or so cyclones one after another. Finally, before the spell disappeared, they jumped into the black circle of light in the middle temple and arrived at an area that the Undead Tide temporarily couldn’t reach.

However, the duo didn’t let down their guard at all. The moment they landed, they gripped their weapons tightly and looked around warily.

“Why did those undead...” Cass-who had observed for a while and realized that there were no ambushes around-asked.

“Why did they revive?”

Nizemar interrupted his question.

“You’re a Blackwater native. You should know the history of the Rotten Moon Tide better than me.”