In the damp and dark sewer, the necromancer stood there holding a lantern. At its feet were a few leaves of the ghostly lantern plant.
"My masterpiece."
The body of the Stitched Beast has more than doubled in size compared to before. This monster has no face, and its whole body is covered with fleshy lumps. The bulging muscles all over its body have no sense of coordination, which only makes people feel sick and nauseated. However, in the undead
In the eyes of a warlock, it is extremely beautiful.
Obviously, being in the company of various corpses for a long time has completely changed its aesthetics.
Chains appeared from the Necromancer's body and wrapped around the Stitch Beast's neck.
Suddenly, it raised its head, and its sight seemed to see the ground through the soil, "It's so noisy, those demons hiding in the city finally couldn't bear it anymore, blah blah blah."
"Let's go, take advantage of the chaos in the city, let's go to the cemetery and take away the corpse of the tombkeeper. In this way, you will become perfect." The necromancer held the chain and pulled the suture beast out.
They stayed in the sewer for three days.
Except for the corpses of some sewer workers, no one knew it had ever been here.
Standing on the top of a high-rise building in the center of the city, you can take in the night view of the entire city. At this time, I just sat on the top of the building and looked at the noisy city below.
"Master Fudo, these demons can't suppress their true nature at last." The wizard said while standing behind Fudo.
"Yeah." Fudo responded calmly, but nothing more continued.
"The exorcists have been dispatched. I believe this riot will subside soon, and there should be no need for Fudo-sama to take action," the wizard said.
The two were silent for a while, then slowly said without moving: "Okay, you can go down."
"Yes, I have nothing to do, sir." After saying that, the wizard left the roof.
Looking at the noisy city at night, she shook her head and couldn't help laughing, "Esde, let me see what tricks you are playing."
...
"roar!"
"Help, help, don't...ah!!" The woman's voice echoed on the unlit shortcut.
laugh--
There was a tearing sound, blood splattered, and then there was a sound of gnawing, which made people's scalp numb.
Bang--
There was another sudden sound.
With the sound of the gunshot, the demon that was eating the woman's body was knocked away by a powerful force.
At the same time, a man in white walked out from around the corner, holding a retro-looking gun in his hand and a silver-white cross hanging on his belt.
"Hoar, exorcist!" The monster made a hoarse voice with a ferocious expression.
"Oh? So you still have some sense." The man made a slightly frivolous voice. Looking at the half-eaten corpse next to him, he couldn't help but smacked his tongue and said, "Tsk, tsk, it's so cruel. Such a lady,
How did you manage to say it?"
"Hey, don't get in my way, Exorcist!" The half-disabled monster was stuck on the wall. If it hadn't looked scary, someone might have mistaken it for Spider-Man.
"That won't work. After all, my job is to eliminate people like you... Well, lemure, I'm sorry, your race is too weak, I couldn't think of a name at the moment." The man said.
"You will regret it." The evil demon threatened.
"It doesn't matter, you are going to die here now anyway." The man raised the loaded gun in his hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The magic bullet instantly rushed out of the gun chamber and hit the lemure in the head.
Then, the lemure's body fell down like a ball of slime.
The man in white put the gun into his gun bag, walked around the woman's body, walked to the body of the lemur, and touched it with his foot.
"Dead." He shrugged boredly, "I didn't expect him to be so weak."
He glanced at the headless body of the woman, sighed, walked to the body and made a praying gesture for her.
However, at this moment, a warning sign suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. He quickly turned around, took out his gun and pointed it at the body of the lemure, but something unexpected happened to him.
A black mist emerged from the lemure's corpse, billowing in the air.
While he was surprised, the black mist rushed toward him instantly.
The man secretly said something bad, but just when he thought he would be attacked, the black mist passed through his body and escaped from behind him.
The man stood there blankly, as if he hadn't recovered yet.
"Then what exactly is it?"
...
The old man standing in front of the cemetery gate opened his eyes and looked at the rickety figure standing not far in front of him.
"Necromancer." The old man's eyes were cloudy and he murmured.
"Hey, hey, it seems you have guessed my identity." The necromancer pulled the chain behind his back with his hand, and the suture beast hidden behind it appeared, "Let you see my identity."
baby."
"I'm not interested in admiring this disgusting thing. Now I just want to use this shovel to smash your head." The old man held the shovel tightly in his hand, and silver-white patterns began to appear on the shovel, shining softly.
of light.
"Really? That's it. You can't appreciate its beauty. In this case, go and die." The chain fell from the Stitch Beast's neck, and the Necromancer's voice said without emotion: "Kill him.
"
As soon as the unpleasant voice of the Necromancer fell, the figure of the Stitch Beast suddenly disappeared.
A sense of life's crisis suddenly came to mind, and the old man's eyes suddenly shrank, behind his back!
The hand holding the shovel was thrown behind him without any hesitation. However, the figure of the Stitching Beast disappeared again, and then, a huge force came from the old man's back.
At the next moment, the old man's body flew upside down like a kite with its string broken.
After rolling on the ground countless times, the old man finally stopped. He lay on the ground and tilted his head, feeling that every bone in his body had been broken.
The sound of chains rubbing against the ground slowly came.
"Too weak. Why are you so weak? You are too weak to let my baby show its strength. Weren't you quite capable of fighting last time? Show off your momentum?" The Necromancer walked up to the old man.
In front of his body, he said contemptuously.
"...Trash." The Necromancer said disdainfully.
The old man's heart sank.
A waste? Yes, he is a waste, a useless, inferior waste.
By the way, besides being a trash, he is also a gravekeeper.
This identity is as useless as his person.
He can only be a gravekeeper for the person he cherishes after his death. He cannot protect her life, he can only protect her body after death.
But now, he can't even protect her body.
Isn't this waste?
"What kind of gravekeeper are you?"
The necromancer walked around the old man's body and said, "Go and dig up the body of the tombkeeper."