Stone Statue Cemetery
Because it is away from the main urban area and close to the suburbs, although death poured out and covered the entire city, it did not affect here immediately.
Due to the departure of Rubeus, the cemetery manager, all the gargoyles here were removed, and the entire cemetery is in a state of no supervision.
Just then,
A gentleman who was in charge of law and order in the surrounding neighborhood ran to the cemetery gate in a panic, seeking shelter.
His right arm seemed to have been eroded by something and had become completely dry, like the arm of a dried corpse that had been stored for hundreds of years, and was eventually pulled out and thrown away by this person because it hindered his own movements.
The gentleman with the broken arm ran towards the cemetery while shouting for help.
"Lord Rubeus, help me! My friend has been resurrected from the dead plague and is hunting me down..."
When he arrived at the cemetery, he found that the gate, which had always been closed, was completely open.
He was so panicked that he didn't notice that the gargoyle on the porch had disappeared. He just thought that the cemetery manager had responded to his call for help. As if he saw the light of day, he even increased his speed.
But as he ran quickly among the cemeteries, he gradually began to realize that something was wrong.
He had the good fortune to visit the Stone Statue Cemetery once, and he knew very well that once he stepped in here, he would feel the gazes from all directions, and the gargoyles living in the dark could tear intruders into pieces at any time.
In addition, there are always stone stewards in the cemetery to lead the way and monitor outsiders.
But this time there was nothing.
It was empty and silent, as if one had stepped into an abandoned cemetery.
Just as he stopped for a moment because of the emptiness of the cemetery, a hissing sound of a leaky throat came from behind him, and a blonde woman in tattered clothes and with holes all over her face was chasing after him with a twisted pace.
This blonde woman used to be his companion, and they even had some affection for each other. They were jointly responsible for the security issues in the neighborhood.
Half an hour ago
Death was spreading, and the blonde woman committed suicide on the spot because she accidentally looked up at the sky.
Less than ten minutes after her death, a large amount of filth gushed out of the nearby sewers, and all living and dead creatures that could move flowed towards the place where the blonde woman died.
At the same time, there was also a dark black liquid-like thread, which was called "Breath of Plague" in the old world. This thing was the breath brought along by the Plague Knights - Reaper Rotvis.
Ordinary people cannot bear it, only gentlemen can accept such aura and undergo a completely different kind of resurrection from the dead.
When the filth in the sewer reshaped its body with the "last breath" exhaled by the blonde woman, the "Breath of Death Plague" immediately rushed into her body, fused her abilities in life, and transformed them into the power of the dead.
The two people were originally of similar level, but after just a few minutes of fighting, the blonde woman crippled one of the man's arms, and the moment to escape came.
"Lina! Lina!"
No matter how the man shouted, the blonde woman did not respond. The purpose of her existence was to spread death until Ravenholm became the city of the dead.
There was no choice but to keep running until he reached the manager's stone house.
"Mr. Rube, please save me!"
His request was answered.
Tap~ A series of footsteps came from inside the stone house, but the person who came out was not the 'dwarf' in his impression.
Instead, he was a mysterious man wrapped in a black robe inlaid with gold, exuding a strange aura, and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Mr. Ruber has long gone. I am temporarily guarding this cemetery. If you want to get my protection, you need to pay enough 'grapes'."
"What grapes!?"
The man seemed extremely panicked because of the footsteps following closely.
"Your face is the only grape that sparkles and oozes juice."
This man was not stupid, so he naturally knew what the man in front of him was talking about. Once an important sensory organ like the eyeball is removed, it is difficult to regenerate and heal itself unless it is the top medical skill in Zion.
But eyes are nothing in the face of death.
He quickly touched his eye sockets with both hands. Just as he was about to dig out the so-called grapes, the mysterious man's voice came again: "Leave one for yourself. If you become a blind man and can't walk out of the cemetery, I will have a headache."
Swish!
Cut the nerves while digging them out!
The man gritted his teeth and threw his left eye at the mysterious man.
Snap! A hairy arm under the sleeve grabbed the eyeball firmly.
He immediately stuffed it under the hood, and one could even hear the sound of the sphere being bitten and bursting.
"Hmm~ Your grapes are very juicy and pure. You can tell they are well maintained. I give this grape 81 points."
At this time, the blonde woman was already in the air, with multiple arms made of filth growing out of her back, and she was about to pin the man to the ground.
At the critical moment, the mysterious man suddenly lifted his hood, revealing a creepy face full of eyeballs.
With just one glance, the blonde woman's brain exploded in mid-air.
When her headless body fell to the ground, the mysterious man raised his right arm and muttered some ancient spell.
Buzz!
The spell pointed at the gun, and spiral grey lines shot into the woman's body.
"Body Explosion"
Bang!
The shattered flesh was branded with an ancient inscription, which was quickly obliterated by the erosion of the spell.
The mysterious man raised his smoking finger and smiled, "Oh? Is it so powerful... He is indeed the fallen gentleman buried in Cemetery No. 6 - Eyeball Collector Gumhar."
Wait, what is that
His exceptional vision allowed him to capture a black thread like liquid among the annihilated pieces of flesh, and he could even glimpse an ancient scene of death from it.
"Did this stuff come from the Old World? It must be only a small part. If this substance spreads in large quantities in the city, the city will definitely be lost.
It’s a pity that the remaining value of the Stone Statue Cemetery has not yet been fully explored.
I don't know what happened to William. He must not die in a place like this. If his soul dies with him, it will be meaningless even if he is buried in the cemetery.
Hello! What's your name? "
Following Little Grape's questioning, the other party finally came back to his senses.
He was somewhat frightened by the image of Little Grape, he couldn't understand what the temporary manager in front of him was, the eyes full of beads made his brain confused.
"Yindrisa Marin... That's right, just call me Marin!"
"Marin, I need you to do me a favor. If you do it well, I can give you a better grape and free installation."
"What's the matter?"
"Go downtown and find a gentleman named William Behrens, and bring him to me, dead or alive. Can you do that?"
Little Grape's words contained a compulsory mental invasion that took root directly in this person's brain, as irresistible as an absolute command.
"I just know..."
"Go now."
(End of this chapter)