The Extra Can't be A Hero

The central area of the Foolish Lich’s abode was filled to the brim with deathly guards. Flesh golems, towering monstrosities stitched together from countless corpses. Their mismatched limbs and bulbous torsos bore the signs of haphazard construction, with thick black thread crisscrossing their rotting flesh. They lumbered through the lair, their heavy footfalls echoing like dull thunder, eyes glowing faintly with the necromantic energy that animated them.

Hovering in the shadows, wraiths glided silently, their translucent forms exuding an aura of cold despair. Their spectral faces twisted and contorted as though screaming in eternal agony, their hollow eyes scanning the lair for intruders. The faint whisper of their movements seemed to carry the echoes of lost souls, creating an eerie, bone-chilling symphony.

And finally, skeletal warriors that could form a small army marched in cacophony, all wielding polished weapons that seemed fit for a Knight’s Order. Swords that were sharp enough to cut through stone as if it were butter. Arrows that could pierce metal with one pull. And heavy shields that could fend off the toughest of foes.

It was indeed a force to be reckoned with.

"To have this many undead… how long has the Lich been in Alverton?!"

Horus clenched his fist until it became white. A Lich’s main power was necromancy, and its base ingredient was departed souls and dead bodies. To create an undead fighting force of this size and calibre, the Lich would need thousands, if not tens of thousands, of souls and corpses.

"Long enough," Amon swung his trusted blade forcefully, creating a dent in the ground just through his air pressure alone. "Sir Horus, please leave the small frys to us. Support us as you deem fit."

"..."

The Knight of the Morning Star stood poised to obliterate the entire room, a feat well within his power as a member of the esteemed Six Suns. But Amon intervened before he could unleash his fury, halting him with a subtle yet firm gesture. Horus turned his golden eyes toward Amon, their gleam betraying a flicker of understanding.

They had come to hunt the Lich, but this mission carried a greater purpose—it was Eldorin’s first test in the field. This rare opportunity for the younger members to gain invaluable experience, especially Leon, who would inevitably face many such enemies, could not be squandered.

"Go ahead."

Horus stepped aside, giving Amon the green light to command the battlefield. As he stepped forward, a slight smile crept up the young Knight’s face.

"Lydia, use lightning spells to clear the skeletal warriors. Saintess. Use holy magic to purify the grounds to prevent the undead from rising again. Yue and Johann deal with the Wraiths. Make sure they don’t interrupt the Saintess. And Leon… you’re with me. We’ll take care of the Flesh Golems."

In no time at all, Amon assigned tasks to each member of Eldorin. He didn’t bother to order Vekka, not just because he wasn’t part of Eldorin but because Amon didn’t know his capabilities. Simply put, he didn’t trust Vekka to do anything. At best, he would be a meat shield for the mages.

With their orders in place, the youngsters roared into action.

The first to act wasn’t one of the frontline warriors or the powerful mages but Lydia, a masterful blend of both. The Knight had been preparing for this moment from the instant she entered the Lich’s lair. As a Solaris Knight, her Solar Mana was formidable, but her exceptional affinity for lightning magic truly set her apart. Against the undead, lightning was a devastatingly effective weapon, and Lydia was more than ready to wield it.

Waving her mythic-grade weapon, Mageweaver, she coated herself in a thick lightning coil that exponentially grew stronger with each passing second. The white lightning tendrils erupted into a wave of pure electrical energy, blending with her fiery spirit. The undead before her were intimidated by the lightning surge, and they unconsciously stepped back, fearful of their natural predator.

And before they could do anything to resist, Lydia pointed her sword right towards the pack and unleashed terror.

"Storm Tyrant’s Wrath!"

There wasn’t a need for a cast. Mageweaver itself was a catalyst that could cast spells just by injecting mana. Thus, Lydia’s lightning spell was completed within seconds, and what could only be described as a cataclysm on Earth descended.

Lightning bolts erupted from the tip of Mageweaver, transforming into writhing tendrils that relentlessly sought their targets. Each crackling arc slammed into a skeletal warrior, shattering it into a heap of broken bones. The spell showed no sign of relenting, multiplying with every obliterated skeleton. Moments stretched into seconds, and only after half the undead army lay in ruins did the relentless surge of energy finally cease.

The damage stunned everyone in the room, particularly Amon.

He’d known Lydia was proficient with lightning spells, so he included her in the raid group. But to think that she was capable to this extent…

Yue watched the entire ordeal in silence with a blank face, making it impossible for anyone to read her mind. The only one in the mood to speak was none other than the flirtatious scion of the Amaris House.

"My god! Beautiful and powerful! How the hell did the Solaris House land a flower like you? Are you willing to join our Amaris House? Through marriage… of course!"

Johann’s shameless attempts at flirting with Lydia made her bite her bottom lip in irritation. She huffed and turned away, her sour mood sinking even further thanks to the philanderer’s antics. Gritting her teeth, she channelled her frustration into action, wrapping Mageweaver in crackling coils of lightning as she strode purposefully into the pile of scattered bones on the ground.

"Leave the skeletons to me!"

Lydia leapt into the skeletal warriors’ centre without fear and showcased the depths of her Knight-Mage hybrid abilities. Using a lightning-coated Mageweaver, she smashed into the skeletal warriors with various physical and magical skills. Slowly but surely, she was mowing down the skeletons.

Alas, the skeletal warriors had a trick up their sleeves. Using the necrotic energy of the lair, those whose bones hadn’t disintegrated yet morphed back into their skeletal forms. There was a reason why necromancy was a feared art and was banned from use. As long as the caster could channel mana, the undead would reform themselves, creating a never-ending army that didn’t know how to quit.

And fighting an undead army in a Lich’s lair was just a fool’s errand.

That was, unless…

"Sanctuary!"

Ellahan clasped her hands in prayer, her rosary nestled between her fingers as holy energy flowed through her. Channeling the divine, she wove a sanctified spell. Seven radiant pillars erupted from the ground, encircling the entire enemy army within their glow. A brilliant holy light surged from the pillars, forming an ethereal seven-pointed star in the air.

A single droplet of silken, amber light shimmered at the star’s centre before rippling outward. From this radiant core, a breathtakingly beautiful tree began to sprout, its presence emanating an awe-inspiring sacred power.

It grew rapidly, eventually becoming large enough to fill the entire chamber. And as if like puppets whose strings got cut, the reanimated undead skeletons all fell to the ground and passed into the afterlife peacefully. Only the ones Lydia hadn’t mowed down remained standing, but they were all trembling, aching from the divine power enveloped them.

Hyades, the Goddess of the world, granted her followers the ability to channel the powers of Earth and Life. As the Saintess, it was no surprise that Ellahan could master these divine aspects and use them to vanquish her enemies with grace and power.

And Amon was glad he brought her on for this raid; otherwise, the fight would have been more difficult. @@novelbin@@

’As expected of the Saintess. She’s just as useful as in the books.’

If Leon was the most powerful sword, Ellahan was the best shield. Her holy arts, healing, and auxiliary spells all proved helpful in turning the tides against the Demon Cult. She was Leon’s most loyal and powerful ally, and the seeds of her transcendental abilities were already beginning to sprout.

Naturally, when fighting against a beefed-up raid team, the common consensus was to go after their healer and support first. And that’s what the remaining undead were determined to do. After Ellahan cast ’Sanctuary,’ every Wraith and Flesh Golem focused on her.

The first to act was the resentful Wraiths. They surged towards Ellahan, their tattered, shadowy essence stretched unnaturally, claw-like hands shimmering with spectral energy. Swords were useless against these beings, as they could phase through physical objects like they didn’t exist. For Amon or Leon to do anything against these vengeful beings, they must utilise their Solaris Mystic Arts, which would unquestionably cause more damage than help.

Hence, it was time for the mages to shine.

Yue raised her arm, her fingers moving with the delicate precision of a master musician playing an unseen melody. With each graceful motion, strands of invisible string materialised, weaving into existence as if responding to her silent symphony. In an instant, a small crimson Spirit emerged—a tiny salamander, no larger than her petite fist.

Perched on Yue’s shoulder, the creature seemed harmless at first glance, a mere flicker of flame embodied in a diminutive form. To the untrained eye, it appeared incapable of challenging the flying wraiths that circled menacingly above. But this unassuming little beast concealed a devastating power waiting to be unleashed.

The salamander opened its mouth, unleashing a searing tongue of fire that lashed through the air with the speed of a lightning strike—the blazing torrent carved through the battlefield, obliterating everything in its path with ruthless precision. The once-untouchable Wraiths disintegrated upon contact, their ghostly forms vanishing instantly as though purified by the divine blessing of the Goddess Hyades herself.

The obscene display of strength of the salamander was just the beginning of the Wraith’s nightmare.

Behind Yue, Johann prepared to display his unique talents to his new friends. Arcane spells, moulded with light and force, flickered within his glowing hands. With precise, rapid incantations that didn’t waste a movement, Johann created shimmering barriers that deflected the Wraith’s advance.

The angered souls howled in frustration as they slammed their frosted claws into the barrier. With enough repetition, the Wraiths shattered one part of the force field. But before they could squeeze through the opening, Johann’s barrier was replaced with a new one. The speed at which the barrier was created was faster than what the human mind could compute, making it impossible for the Wraiths to follow.

That momentary confusion was what allowed Johann to strike.

Bolts of radiant energy formed behind the young magician and pierced the ghostly horde in rapid succession. Many Wraiths were violently pushed back, while an unfortunate few were dispersed into fading wisps of shadow. The light show of fire and arcane was a treat to behold, something that Vekka could ardently attest to.

"W-What is this?"

Vekka had worked in law enforcement before and had encountered his share of mages. However, none could match the youthful talent of the youngsters half his age. Genius didn’t cut it; it was as if these people were living in another dimension of his own.

But it was too early to be surprised.

With the backline secured, Amon and Leon could now focus on the two Flesh Golems up front. Even though their entire force was slowly cut down, the Flesh Golems never once moved from Amon’s position. For they knew the actual threat was the man before him.

"Leon, can you handle one?"

"I can try… no! I will do it!"

Leon quickly corrected himself, unsheathing Ascalon in a fluid motion. Solar mana surged deep within his soul, igniting his Holy Sword in a brilliant Aura Fire. The pressure radiating from Ascalon was overwhelming, instantly drawing the attention of the Flesh Golem. They shifted their focus away from Amon for the first time, their menacing gazes locking onto Leon.

The two Flesh Golems shifted their focus, deeming Leon the easier target. In unison, they swung their massive silver axes toward him, aiming to overwhelm him. But Amon was ready. With a casual yet precise swing, he deflected one of the axes, leaving the second for Leon to manage. Thankfully, Leon’s composure and skill were more than sufficient—he parried the strike with practised ease, standing his ground against the monstrous force. Enjoy new chapters from NovelBin.Côm

"Now, that can’t do. One for each of us."

Amon scolded the Flesh Golem in playful fun. The Flesh Golem roared in reply, to which Amon just smiled.

"Now that’s better."