My Necromancer Class

Chapter 169 Vengeful Craftsman 3

*Doon doon doon~*

The blacksmith continued to march at Jay with its dual hammers at either sides; it was a bulky statue, but it was still huge nonetheless, each of its steps was akin to jogging speed.

The four skeletons continued to chunk away at the statue, and a bolt in the back only served to push it forward towards Jay.

The metal hammer had veins of rock beginning to grow through it more as it was falling to the curse; it was spreading fast – but Jay and the statue were already in the hallway and heading towards the stairs.

Still, Jay wasn’t too worried. While it was like a walking mountain, it was still slow.

He just had to trust Anya and his skeletons while staying out of danger.

*doon doon doon*

Jay passed by the empty containers. As he went further from the furnace light, it was getting dark again.

The statue looked even more sinister in the darkness as all he could see was a giant silhouette of an armoured monster dual-wielding two hammers.

He only had his small luminous orb to guide him through the darkness, which he quickly took out.

The statue gripped its pride at joy, its last metal hammer. It had to sacrifice it to save itself, but unfortunately it realised that it wouldn’t catch the necromancer before they reached the end of the passage. It had to do something or otherwise it would all be for nothing.

It swung its stone hammer back before taking a heavy step forward, planting its foot into the shattering ground._.

*FWOOOSH~*

It released the hammer as it swung, sending it flying at Jay. It made a humming sound as it sped through the air at a high speed.

The statue had high strength but low dexterity so it was powerful but not accurate, though against all odds it connected with its target.

*BOOM!~ Squlech!~*

“GRRRAAH FUUUCKKK!!!” He clenched his jaw so hard that blood dripped out in his spit.

Jay’s leg instantly exploded and turned to paste. The necrotic vambrace was similarly smashed to brittle bits of bone.

It happened so fast that it was like his brain didn’t even realise something was wrong as he walked on his exposed leg bone for a moment before collapsing helplessly on the ground.

[-18]

*doon, doon, doon*

The statue marched a little more slowly and a little more confidently now that its target was maimed. What could it do? Run?

Unbeknownst to the blacksmith statue, Jay also had high vitality – and that only meant high regeneration.

*doon doon doon*

“Come on, heal you bastard!” Jay yelled at his leg.

*doon doon doon*

The statue’s march was unstoppable despite all the bolts sticking in its back and the skeletons harassing it.

Some unstable teeth spells slowed it down for a moment but it simply wasn’t enough.

Finally, it made it to Jay.

Slowly it raised its arm to end him as it winded up a powerful swing. In an act of desperation, Jay immediately went all-out.

First, he summoned a pile of bones on top of himself – maybe it would block some damage?

Next, he resummoned all the skeletons on top of the bone pile, each of them standing in the way of the hammer strike.

Finally Deathwalker’s sentry came out. He loosely held it around his head and chest area.

This was all he could do as he winced from the pain and braced himself for the hit; the bone pile was pushing against his blood stump of a leg but for now he could do nothing about it.

To hurt Jay, it would have to make it through the skeletons, the bones, deathwalker’s sentry, his armour, and his 70+ health.

*BOOM!!!!!!!!!~*

[Your skeleton has died]

[Your skeleton has died]

[Your skeleton has died]

[Your feeble creature has died]

[-9]

Gritting his teeth under the bone pile, he exhaled as he took some mostly superficial damage from the weight of the crushing bones above.

One skeleton was still left on top after the heavy smash, so there was still a slight buffer for any damage from the hammer.

He survived the first hit but another would follow.

Jay immediately resummoned the skeletons as he braced for another hit.

“PROSTRATE!”

Finally, Anya was here.

*Doon!~*

The heavy statue immediately knelt down, bowing to the authority of a higher power.

Jay and his skeletons had prior permission to move under her unique skill, so he immediately stored the bone pile.

Much of his leg had re-grown, it was just missing a foot now.

“Jay, I can’t hold it for long. It has strong loyalty!” Anya yelled from somewhere behind the statue.

Jay didn’t understand what she meant about loyalty, but he didn’t need to – he only had to know that he didn’t have much time.

He had to move as far away from the statue as possible to buy himself some time to heal.

After looking at his skeletons around him, a slight grin appeared on his face as he thought of something; his new orders communicated immediately through his mind.

Each of the skeletons grabbed one of his limbs and lifted him up. The feeble creature went underneath and pushed up on his back.

Jay was basically crowd surfing on his skeletons which proceeded to carry him past the blacksmith.

A smug grin flashed at the blacksmith statue as he was quickly carried away. At this moment he felt like Matheson, mocking him through his carriage window.

“Eat shit! *ptoi!*” he said with a hint of malice as he spat. The spit coated the statue’s face as he passed by.

It made a satisfying wet slap sound as it splattered onto the blacksmith’s stone face.

For just a moment the blacksmith’s body shuddered, but it was still held in place by Anya’s unique ability.

Jay had the skeletons carry him behind the blacksmith all the way back into the forge room.

The five skeletons worked together seamlessly, it was like they were part of a perfectly choreographed performance as they carried Jay. He was only moving slightly slower than what he could run at.

It was uncomfortable, but right now he would gladly trade comfort for speed and safety.

Anya was reloading her crossbow as she watched him being carried. Seeing his face having a cheeky grin on it, she could only shake her head and roll her eyes and follow him back.

Jay had his skeleton put him down back of the blacksmith room near the forge; he kept the feeble skeleton with him for support, leaning on its head with one arm as he sent off the rest of the skeletons to fight.

They grabbed their hammers and went off to finish the battle.

***Bonus chapter 4/5***