Baron Brunzel's manor has changed owners several times, and it has become more and more dilapidated. The hills behind the manor are covered with weeds, and under the morning sun, there are rolling dewdrops.
With a click, dew drops fell on the pile of bones, leaving faint wet marks.
The pile of giant snake's bones shook slightly, but quickly calmed down again. Around it, a giant tiger with wings on its back was decaying, its flesh was rotting, and yellow pus flowed horizontally; Ghosts flaunt their ferocious stench; countless ghosts float in mid-air, fearless to the falling sunlight... The hill seems to have become a legendary underworld, full of undead creatures.
Surrounded by these undead creatures, a skinny man sat on the huge boulder, gently stroking the stone surface with his pale and dull left hand, quietly looking at the direction of the city with his dark and deep eyes.
At the gate of the city, a middle-aged man in a bishop's robe was walking towards the church with a serious expression.
"Good morning, my lord bishop." The people who passed him bowed and greeted him. He was Bishop Arroyo of the city cathedral, second only to the cardinal, a very strict clergyman.
Arroyo drew a cross on her chest, and habitually blessed: "The Lord will bless you all."
In this way, he slowly arrived at the door of the church, stepped on the steps and entered the gate under the salute of several paladin attendants.
Above the gate, a faint holy light lingers, making everything look solemn and cleansing the soul.
Arroyo stopped in the middle of the hall and prayed devoutly: "Only the truth lasts forever!"
Then he left through the side door. Reported to the cardinal about the beliefs of nearby towns, manors, and villages.
After completing the report, he began to inspect the entire church to check for omissions and irreverent places. After the inspection, it will be time for prayer, confession and study.
This is his monotonous life day after day for more than 30 years. However, along with this life, he has gradually changed from a trainee priest following the bishop to the most prominent church in this city. The bishop in the city has witnessed the prosperity and decline of many families in the city.
"Thank you for the gift of the Lord." He sincerely prayed in his heart.
Prayer is over. He found that he had inspected the room where the teleportation array was arranged. So he raised his vigilance and began to confirm that the place was intact, and no one else entered except for those who were allowed.
"Very good. Nothing abnormal." A smile appeared on his serious face. What the eyes looked at was the teleportation array flowing with faint light.
Sudden. He frowned, feeling that the teleportation array was extremely abominable, full of evil aura. Like the gate to hell or the abyss.
An idea automatically emerged in his mind: some clergyman betrayed, and the "Lord of Hell" invaded here!
"No, it must be destroyed!" He had just made up his mind, and suddenly realized that it was impossible to destroy this teleportation array in a short time with his own magical power alone. The only way was to concentrate all his power, Explode directly!
The sacred feeling of martyrdom suddenly rose in his heart, he took a step forward and said loudly: "Only the truth lasts forever!"
The few trainee pastors who followed him watched dumbfoundedly as the holy light emanated from Lord Arroyo's body, and then there was a loud bang, and the world was completely dark.
Boom!
The teleportation array was blown to pieces, and the room collapsed directly.
The cardinal who presides over this important church sensed this scene in astonishment. He couldn't believe that a bishop would betray the Lord and voluntarily destroy the Lord's teleportation array.
Immediately afterwards, two nine-ring magics appeared in his mind: invading the mind and weaving memories!
But even legendary magicians may not be able to play these two spells so miraculously, without any flaws, and the recipients have no resistance, and they voluntarily and automatically achieve the goals for the casters!
Such a magician is the most difficult to guard against and the most terrifying!
Boom!
In another part of the city, the core controlling the divine magic defense array was flooded by the self-detonating light.
Boom! Boom!
Hearing these two consecutive explosions, the skinny man in the middle of the hill outside the city stood up suddenly, his eyes were half tender and half cold.
Roar!
The undead creatures on the hill let out howls of death, climbed up from the spot, and filled the mountains and plains.
The skinny man floated into the air and flew towards the city. Behind him and under his feet were all undead creatures returning from the "Abyss of Vengeance"!
The soldiers at the gate of the city were originally checking the team entering the city, but suddenly felt that the sky was darkening, and subconsciously looked up, their legs trembled in fright, and their faces turned pale.
In the midair, monsters with nothing but bones or rotting flesh covered the sun, calling for death, and surrounded by them was an evil necromancer whose cloak hadn't been pulled up.
Their legs went limp, and they sat on the ground directly. The crowd in line ran away in fright, but they were soon frightened and fell to the ground by the army of undead creatures that surrounded them.
The undead creatures didn't make any noise, didn't rush forward, and didn't pay any attention to these people. They rushed to the city gate directly, or entered the city through the door, over the wall, or flying.
"Enemy attack!"
One after another, priests and knights stood up from different places in the city to welcome the necromancer in midair.
The necromancer seemed to be in a daze, and said to himself, "I'm Vicente, I'm back..."
"Kill him!" One after another of holy light and spears all attacked Vicente.
Vicente's skinny face showed deep-seated hatred, he raised his head, and let out a mournful howl.
Circles of sound waves spread out, blurry banshees danced one by one, all the flying priests and knights fell to the ground like raindrops, and those who could not fly were trembling with fright when they saw the scene in mid-air.
Vicente's expression became grim. Looking at the cardinal who was struggling to resist the "Howl of the Banshee", he raised his left hand and tapped lightly.
Countless streaks of black air suddenly burst out from the cardinal's body, and his whole body became shriveled and emaciated, like a corpse. Then, he fell to the ground weakly from mid-air, and was broken 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 backing away. The knights around him were scared away. No one dared to step forward to help him.
Vicente said hoarsely and harshly: "Andrew."
"You. You know me, you, you are Vicente!" The middle-aged knight Andrew widened his eyes in horror, and recognized the identity of the terrifying necromancer in front of him. His face was devoid of flesh and blood. Abnormally skinny. There is no difference from more than twenty years ago!
Vicente walked towards Andrew slowly: "It was you, you reported me and killed Shirley."
"No. It's none of my business. It's all done by the lunatic 'Mad Dog'. I, I never thought that I would kill Shirley." Andrew was so scared 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 be honest about everything: "'Mad Dog' was appreciated by the Cardinal of the Principality because he killed many magicians without any evidence, and was transferred to Cooks."
"Cooks? I will definitely go to you..." Vicente looked into the distance, his eyes were extremely cold, and there was an irresolvable hatred.
Then he continued to look at Andrew: "Who else was there?"
"Also, there is Lothar, also, there is Gorn, the 'Beast Tamer', the interrogator 'Bone Digger', they are here in the tribunal." Andrew confessed all the people involved back then .
"Very well, to thank you for your honesty, I will not kill you with my own hands." Vicente showed a cruel smile, and the army of undead creatures swarmed up behind him, drowning Andrew.
"No!"
The screams of pain and pain sounded continuously, and the undead creatures bit and devoured Andrew's flesh and blood, one by one, until they reached the bones.
Vicente looked at the nobles gathered here, watching them push Lothar and Gohn out, and then waved their hands, causing the two nobles to rot and turn into zombies.
"Vicente, what happened at the beginning has nothing to do with us. We are also very sorry for the deaths of Shirley and Brunzel. If you want revenge, we will not stop it, but please don't involve innocent people." The leading noble knight tried hard Calm down your emotions and sincerely ask for permission.
Vicente said coldly, "You had a chance to save her, but you didn't do anything."
As soon as the words fell, the army of undead creatures swarmed up, drowning all the nobles.
A few minutes later, Vicente walked to the gate of the referee's office on a pile of bones. Most of the night watchmen here, including the "beast trainer", had died in the battle just now.
"The Lord will not let you go!" The remaining interrogators in the tribunal looked at Vicente viciously.
Vicente didn't say anything, and let the army of undead creatures swallow them up, leaving only screams and the gray-haired "Bone Digger".
"I only regret not being able to find out your whereabouts by torture!" "Bone Digger" looked fanatical and pious.
"You will have a lot of time to regret it." Vicente said lightly with a hoarse voice, without the slightest intention of arguing.
A pale flame burst out from the soul of "Bone Digger", burning him until he screamed miserably.
"The Lord will, ah! Will punish you!"
"No!"
"Ah! Damn it, forgive me, please forgive me!"
"forgive me!"
Amid the sound of begging for mercy, Vicente walked towards the cemetery without looking back. Gradually, the screams subsided, and with the addition of those ordinary people who dared not breathe normally, the whole city was deathly silent.
In such silence, Vicente walked to the cemetery, to the tomb that haunted him in his dreams.
The tomb cracked open without a sound, and the coffin floated directly up.
Vicente walked to the side of the coffin, knelt down on one knee, and gently pushed the coffin lid open like a gentleman.
"Xue Li, I'm here, I'm here to pick you up." As the gap got bigger and bigger, his cold eyes became softer and softer, full of love, longing and self-blame.
Inside the coffin, a white bone lay there quietly.
Vicente lowered his head, gently kissed the bone's mouth, and said dreamily: "Shirley, it will be fine, everything will be fine, and we will be together forever."
A tear fell from the corner of his eye and landed on Shirley's face.
Fallen souls, chasing death, not for eternal life, just waiting for your return!