In the Drunken Dream Salon.
The nobles wearing masks and gorgeous clothes are still enjoying the crazy, decadent, corrupt and dark party.
Music, grins, beatings, curses, mixed with groans, screams, crying and begging for mercy.
However, just as the nobles were indulging in their bestial indulgence, the crystal lamps in the hall suddenly flickered, and blood-colored mist surged up from the cracks in the floor...
Accompanied by sharp and resentful cries, countless twisted vengeful spirits poured into the hall, rushing towards the nobles with glamorous appearances one after another!
The nobles who were enjoying themselves had no time to react before they were swarmed by the ferocious vengeful spirits, who tore their flesh and souls apart.
Screams suddenly rang out in the hall, and the Zuimeng Salon soon fell into chaos.
"What the hell?! What is this?!"
“Ahh! My hand… my hand…!”
"Evil spirits! They are evil spirits and demons!"
"Don't come over here! Don't come over here!"
"ah!"
The evil spirits roamed around, seeking revenge on the nobles in the hall.
Thousands of dead souls attacked at the same time, and the nobles were caught off guard and had no time to resist. Some of those who did not have extraordinary powers or had not entered the rank were quickly torn into pieces...
However, if you look closely, you will find that the attacks of these ghosts are not without pattern.
The girls imprisoned in cages and the girl playing music were also terrified, but were not attacked by them.
Their target... is only the nobles present.
"Get away! You filthy bastards!"
Some powerful nobles attending the meeting reacted quickly.
They did not even bother to put on their clothes and picked up weapons to fight the evil spirits. However, their counterattack soon aroused even greater anger among the evil spirits, and they were immediately swarmed by countless evil spirits.
“Ahhh!”
With a shrill scream, a powerful noble whose strength almost touched the second level of Silver Moon was besieged by hundreds of vengeful spirits and was directly bitten into a pile of minced meat...
Jordan, the son of Count Gaston, who served as the auctioneer, was stunned when he saw the manor turned into a living hell in an instant.
With a cry of surprise, Jordan looked terrified and his legs went weak.
He gritted his teeth and crawled out of the hall, but soon he felt something grabbing his hind legs...
Jordan shuddered slightly and turned back stiffly, only to see a female corpse with empty eyes crawling on the ground, her sharp nails digging into his flesh, her dark eye sockets filled with blood and tears looking directly into his eyes, her voice hoarse and terrifying:
"Jor... Dan..."
Jordan's eyes suddenly widened.
He recognized her. It was the commoner girl who dug out her eyes when he first attended the Drunken Dream Salon because she hated the purity in her eyes...
With his hind legs grabbed, more evil spirits crawled towards him.
And when he looked through the black fog of the vengeful spirits, saw the twisted faces beneath the spirits, and saw those familiar girls, he finally understood what had happened:
"She...they! It's them...!"
"They are alive! They are here for revenge!"
“No… No! I… I was wrong…! I was wrong!”
Jordan collapsed to the ground, defecating and pissing, with tears streaming down his face.
He looked at the vengeful spirit crawling towards him in horror and kept begging for mercy.
But no one listened to him.
The evil spirits swarmed over him and drowned him in darkness.
"ah… !"
He just let out a shrill scream, and soon... he was completely silent.
…
Dungeon Study.
The magic pool was destroyed by Sebastian, and Count Tulip, who had completely lost his supernatural power, looked pale.
While he was watching the motionless blood servant outside the door vigilantly, he endured the severe pain of the destruction of the magic pool and cut the rope behind him bit by bit with the knife he had hidden.
However, when he was halfway through, he heard faint screams coming from above.
He paused slightly, then quickly lowered his head and began to untie the ropes on his body at a faster speed.
Just when Tulip was about to succeed, black mist gradually spread in the study, and one after another vengeful spirits slowly emerged from the ceiling, walls, and door cracks...
More and more evil spirits gather...
When Count Tulip finally regained his freedom, the entire study was almost filled with evil spirit.
Before he could even mention the joy of regaining his freedom, Count Tulip looked up and saw the twisted and terrifying figures surrounded by black fog.
Looking at those "girls" with hideous faces, his expression froze on his face.
He forced a smile with difficulty and murmured dryly:
"So this is ah."
The next second, the vengeful spirits howled in unison and rushed forward, completely drowning him...
…
Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night in Boulder City.
As the overwhelming resentment erupted, almost all the extraordinary people in the entire Boulder City sensed it and looked towards the junction of the outer city and the western city.
Among them, mages and church clergy felt it most deeply.
In their perception, the astonishing resentment was like an erupting volcano, gushing out and almost covering the sky...
As for the manor where the Zuimeng Salon is located, it has been completely engulfed by the black evil spirit.
On the ground, the Demon Hunter Knight who discovered the problem has already taken action, rushing towards the place where the resentment broke out as quickly as possible.
However, some people are faster.
In the eastern city area, two powerful auras rose successively from the direction of the cathedral and the Duke's Palace.
In the darkness of the night, two meteors rose into the sky and flew rapidly towards the direction where the resentment erupted.
It was the High Priest Lenas and Duke Andrew of Borde.
"Where did this necromancer come from? How dare he summon the undead in the city of Boulder?!"
The high priest, who was faster, looked shocked and angry.
He was angry, really angry.
He is preparing to compete for the position of high priest!
Leaving aside the death of the Great Knight, that is a power beyond Blazing Sun.
As long as he operates properly and turns the tables, even if the higher-ups discover that the evil god has resurrected, they will not necessarily blame him.
But if an evil thing like the plague of the undead broke out in Boulder City at this time, his dream of being the chief priest would be in real danger.
The high priest was anxious and angry, and he wished he could rush to the scene immediately and cut the necromancer into pieces.
However, as he gradually approached the place where the resentment erupted, he soon fell into doubt.
etc…
This direction...
Could it be... the Drunken Dream Salon? !
It's not that the high priest has not attended the salon in a hidden identity.
As the protector of Zuimeng Salon, he certainly knew that the Blood Demon Cult was involved.
The high priest's expression suddenly changed.
The Plague of the Undead is fine.
If the secret of Zuimeng Salon is exposed, and if his relationship with Zuimeng Salon is made public, then his dream of becoming the chief priest will really be shattered!
be quick…
Must be fast!
He must kill this crazy necromancer before anyone else, and completely destroy the secret of Zuimeng Salon!
Feeling the approaching aura from the Duke's Mansion, the high priest took a deep breath and rushed towards the scene at a faster speed.
However, just after he arrived at the scene, he slammed on the brakes and looked at the manor full of resentment in surprise and suspicion.
As a clergyman, he can see more than ordinary extraordinary people...
Amidst the overwhelming resentment, he felt a familiar breath.
That atmosphere is vicissitudes, ancient, deep and dark.
Make him tremble, make him terrified.
That was the aura of the evil god that he sensed from the destroyed holy emblem of the great knight Erde!
The high priest swallowed hard, and tremblingly opened his eyes of faith that could see directly into the power of God.
Then, he saw a dazzling crimson light in the black murderous aura, like a blood moon hanging high in the sky!
Evil god!
The one who caused this disaster of the undead... was the descended evil god!
That evil god is now in the manor of Zuimeng Salon!
Realizing the culprit behind the disaster of the undead, the high priest's face turned pale instantly.