After Baron Brenzel's manor changed hands several times, it became increasingly dilapidated. The hills behind the manor were overgrown with weeds, and dewdrops rolled under the early morning sun.
With a click, dewdrops fell on a pile of coiled bones, leaving a faint wet mark.
The pile of giant snake bones shook slightly, but soon calmed down again. Around it, a giant tiger with two wings on its back had decayed fur, rotting flesh and blood, and yellow pus flowing across it; one by one it was eating corpses.
The ghosts spread their ferocious stench; countless ghosts floated in the air, showing no fear of the falling sunlight... The hills seemed to have turned into the legendary underworld, full of undead creatures.
Surrounded by these undead creatures, a skinny man sat on a boulder, his pale left hand gently stroking the stone surface, and his dark and deep eyes looked quietly in the direction of the city.
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At the city gate, a middle-aged man wearing a bishop's robe was walking towards the church with a serious expression.
"Good morning, Bishop." People who passed him bowed and said hello. He was Bishop Arroyo of the city cathedral, second only to the cardinal, a very stern clergyman.
Arroyo drew a cross on her chest and blessed her habitually: "The Lord will bless everyone."
In this way, he slowly arrived at the door of the church, stepped up the stairs and stepped into the door with the salutations of several paladin attendants.
Above the gate, a faint holy light lingers, making everything appear solemn and solemn, making people's hearts pure.
Arroyo stopped in the middle of the hall and prayed devoutly: "Only the truth will last forever!"
Then he left through the side door and reported to the cardinal the religious situation in nearby towns, manors, and villages.
After completing the report, he began to inspect the entire church to check for any omissions and disrespect. After the inspection was completed, there would be time for prayer, confession and study.
This was his monotonous life day after day for the past thirty years. However, along with this life, he gradually changed from a trainee pastor following the bishop to the most prominent church in this city.
That bishop witnessed the rise and fall of many families in the city.
"Thank you Lord for your gift." He prayed sincerely in his heart.
After praying, he found that he had inspected the room where the teleportation array was arranged. So he increased his vigilance and began to confirm that the place was intact and that no one else entered except those with permission.
"Very good. Nothing abnormal." A smile appeared on his serious face. His eyes were looking at the teleportation array where faint light was flowing.
Suddenly, he frowned, feeling that this teleportation array was extremely abominable and full of evil aura. It was like a gate leading to hell or an abyss.
An idea automatically came to his mind: there was a clergy betrayal, and the "Lord of Hell" invaded this place!
"No, we must destroy it!" Having just made up his mind, he suddenly realized that he could not destroy this teleportation array in a short time just by relying on his own magical power. The only way was to concentrate all his power.
Directly self-destruct!
The sacred feeling of martyrdom suddenly arose in his heart, he took a step forward and said loudly:
"Only the truth lasts forever!"
Several trainee priests who followed him on his rounds watched dumbfoundedly as the holy light emerged from Mr. Arroyo's body, and then there was a loud bang, and the world fell into darkness.
Boom!
The teleportation array was blown to pieces, and the room collapsed.
The cardinal who presided over this important church was extremely shocked when he sensed this scene. He couldn't believe that a bishop would betray the Lord and voluntarily destroy the Lord's teleportation array.
Immediately afterwards, two nine-ring magic suddenly appeared in his mind: invade the mind and weave memories!
But even a legendary magician may not be able to use these two spells so miraculously, without any flaws, and the recipients of the spells have no resistance and voluntarily and automatically achieve the goals for the caster!
This kind of magician is the most difficult to guard against and the most terrifying!
Boom!
In another part of the city, the core of the magical defense array was flooded by the light of self-destruction.
Boom! Boom!
Listening to these two consecutive explosions, the thin man in the middle of the hill outside the city stood up, his eyes half tender and half cold.
Roar!
The undead creatures on the hills all let out howls of death, climbed up from where they were, and spread all over the mountains and plains.
The skinny man floated into the air and flew toward the city. Behind him and at his feet were undead creatures that had returned from the "Abyss of Revenge"!
The soldiers at the gate of the city were originally inspecting the teams entering the city. Suddenly they felt the sky darken. They subconsciously looked up. Suddenly, their legs trembled with fear and their faces turned pale.
In the mid-air, monsters with nothing but bones or rotten flesh were seen, blocking out the sun and bringing the call of death. Surrounded by them, there was an evil necromancer with his cloak not pulled up.
Their legs weakened and they sat down directly on the ground. The people in line ran away in fear, but they were soon frightened by the army of undead creatures that surrounded them and fell to the ground.
The undead creatures did not make any noise, did not rush forward, and paid no attention to these people. They swarmed directly to the city gate and entered the city through the door, over the wall, or by flying.
"Enemy attack!"
Priests and knights stood out from different parts of the city to greet the necromancer who was rising into the air.
The necromancer seemed to be in a trance and said to himself: "I am Vicente, I am back..."
"Kill him!" Rays of holy light and spears all attacked Vicente.
Vicente's skinny face showed deep hatred, he raised his head and let out a shrill howl.
Circles of sound waves spread out, and vague banshees were flying one by one. All the flying clergy and knights fell to the ground like raindrops, and those who could not fly looked at the scene in mid-air and trembled with fear.
Vicente's expression turned cold. Looking at the cardinal who was trying to resist the "banshee's howl", he raised his left hand and tapped it gently.
Countless strands of black energy suddenly burst out from the cardinal's body, and his whole body became shriveled and skinny, like a corpse. Then, he fell weakly from mid-air to the ground and broke into several pieces, but no blood spilled out.
Vicente looked down at the entire city and suddenly landed in front of a middle-aged knight holding a long sword.
"No, no, don't kill me..." The middle-aged knight waved his hands in fear and kept retreating. The knights around him had been scared away. No one dared to step forward to help him.
Vicente said hoarsely: "Andrew."
"You. You know me, you, you are Vicente!" The middle-aged knight Andrew's eyes widened in horror, and he recognized the identity of the terrifying necromancer in front of him. Except that his face had no flesh and blood, it was extremely skinny.
There was no difference over twenty years ago!
Vicente walked slowly towards Andrew: "It was you. It was you who reported me and killed Shirley."
"No. It's none of my business. It's all done by this madman, Mad Dog. I, I never thought that it would kill Shirley." Andrew was so frightened that he almost cried.
"Mad dog? Where is he?" Vicente asked coldly, directly invading his mind without answering.
In order to save his life, Andrew was willing to confess everything: "'Mad Dog' killed many magicians without telling evidence, so he was appreciated by the cardinal of the principality and transferred to Kux."
"Kux? I will definitely go find you..." Vicente looked into the distance, his eyes were extremely cold, filled with irresolvable hatred.
Then he continued to look at Andrew: "Who else was there?"
"Also, there is Lothar, and there is also Gao En, the 'Animal Tamer', and the interrogator 'Bone Digger'. They are in the tribunal here." Andrew confessed all the people involved in the year.
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"Very well, to thank you for your honesty, I will not kill you myself." Vicente showed a cruel smile, and the undead army behind him swarmed up and drowned Andrew.
"No!"
The shrill and painful howls sounded continuously, and the undead creatures bit and devoured Andrew's flesh and blood, one by one, until they were white bones.
Vicente looked at the nobles gathered here, watching them push Lothar and Goun out, and then waved their hands, causing the flesh and blood of the two nobles to rot and turn into zombies.
"Vicente, what happened back then had nothing to do with us. We are also very sorry for the death of Shirley and Brunzel. If you want to take revenge, we will not stop you, but please don't involve innocent people." The leading noble knight tried his best.
Calm down your emotions and sincerely ask for approval.
Vicente's eyes were cold and he said: "You had the chance to save her, but you did nothing."
As soon as he finished speaking, the undead army swarmed up and swamped all the nobles.
A few minutes later, Vicente walked to the door of the Inquisition, walking on bones and bones. Most of the night watchmen here, including the "Animal Tamer", had died in the battle just now.
"The Lord will not let you go!" The remaining interrogators of the Inquisition looked at Vicente fiercely.
Vicente said nothing and simply let the undead army engulf them, leaving only the screams and the gray-haired "bone digger" behind.
"I only regret that I was not able to torture you to find out your whereabouts!" "The Bone Digger" looked fanatical and pious.
"You will have a lot of time to regret it." Vicente said softly and hoarsely, without any intention of arguing.
A pale flame came out from the soul of the "Bone Digger", burning him until he screamed in agony.
"The Lord will, ah! will punish you!"
"No!"
"Ah! Damn it, spare me, spare me!"
"forgive me!"
As he begged for mercy, Vicente walked towards the cemetery without looking back. Gradually, the screams subsided, and together with those ordinary people who dared not breathe normally, the whole city became deathly silent.
In such silence, Vicente walked to the cemetery and walked to the tomb that haunted him in his dreams.
The tomb opened silently, and the coffin floated directly up.
Vicente walked to the coffin, knelt down on one knee, and gently pushed the coffin lid open like a gentleman.
"Shirley, I'm here, I'm here to pick you up." As the gap became wider and wider, his cold eyes became softer and softer, full of love, longing and self-blame.
Inside the coffin, a white skeleton lay there quietly.
Vicente lowered his head, kissed Bai Gu's mouth tenderly, and said in a dreamy voice: "Shirley, it will be fine, everything will be fine, and we will be together forever."
A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and landed on Shirley's face.
Fallen souls, chasing death, not for eternal life, but just waiting for your return! (To be continued...)