After several changes of ownership, Baron Brenzel's manor became increasingly dilapidated. The hills behind the manor were covered with weeds, and dew rolled in the morning sunlight.

With a ticking sound, dewdrops dripped onto a pile of plated white bones, leaving a faint wet mark.

The corpses of the giant snakes shook slightly, but soon calmed down again. Around it, a giant tiger with wings on its back was decayed, its flesh and blood were rotten, and the fishy pus flowed everywhere; zombies were showing off their hideous stench; countless ghosts floated in the air, fearless of the falling sunshine... The hills seemed to have become the legendary underworld, full of undead creatures.

Surrounded by these undead creatures, a skinny man sat upright on the huge rock, gently stroked the stone with his pale and dim left hand, and his dark and deep eyes quietly looked at the direction of the city.

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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, Lord Bishop." Everyone who passed by bowed and said hello. He was the bishop of the City Cathedral, second only to the Cardinal, a very strict clergyman.

Arroyo painted a cross on his chest and blessed habitually, "The Lord will protect everyone."

In this way, he slowly reached the entrance of the church, stepped on the stairs under the salutes of several paladin attendants, and walked into the gate.

Above the gate, a faint holy light lingers, making everything appear solemn and solemn, and making people's hearts clean.

Arroyo stopped in the middle of the hall and prayed devoutly: "Only the truth lasts forever!"

Then he left through the side door and reported to the Cardinal the faith of the nearby town, manor and village.

After completing the report, he began to inspect the entire church to check for any omissions and disrespect. 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, but with this kind of life, he gradually changed from an intern pastor who followed the bishop to the most prominent bishop in this city and this church, witnessing the prosperity and decline of many families in the city.

"Thank you for the gift of the Lord." He prayed sincerely in his heart.

After praying, he found that he had patrolized the room with the teleportation array. So he became more vigilant and began to confirm that the place was intact and that no one else had entered except for the allowed personnel.

"Very good. No abnormality." A smile appeared on his serious face. His eyes were looking at the teleportation array flowing with faint light.

Suddenly, he frowned, feeling that the teleportation array was extremely hateful and full of evil aura, like a gate to hell or abyss.

An idea automatically emerged in his mind: a clergy betrayed and the "Lord of Hell" invaded here!

"No, I must destroy it!" He had just made up his mind, but suddenly realized that relying on his own magic power alone could not destroy this teleportation array in a short period of time. The only way was to concentrate all the power and directly explode!

He suddenly felt the sacred sense of martyrdom, and he took a step forward and said loudly:

"Only the truth lasts forever!"

Several trainee pastors who followed him to patrol looked at the holy light coming out of Lord Arroyo's body, and then a loud bang, the world was dark.

Boom!

The teleportation array was blown into pieces and the room collapsed directly.

The Cardinal, who presided over this important church, sensed this scene incredibly astonished. He could not believe that the bishop would betray the Lord and voluntarily destroy the Lord's teleportation array.

Immediately afterwards, two nine-ring magic came to his mind: invading the mind and weaving memories!

But even the legendary magician may not be able to play these two spells so magically, without any flaws, and the recipient has no resistance and voluntarily and automatically achieves his goal for the caster!

Such a magician is the most difficult to guard against and is the most terrifying!

Boom!

In another part of the city, the core of the control magic defense array was flooded with the light of self-destruction.

Boom! Boom!

Listening to the two consecutive explosions, the thin man in the middle of the hill outside the city stood up, half tender and half cold in his eyes.

roar!

The undead creatures on the hills all howled death, got up from the spot and were everywhere.

The thin man floated into the air and flew towards the city. Behind him were all undead creatures returning from the "Abyss of Revenge"!

The soldiers at the gate of the city were checking the team entering the city, but suddenly felt the sky darkening. They looked up subconsciously and were frightened to death, with their faces pale.

In the air, monsters with only bones or rotten flesh covered the sun, bringing the call of death. Amid them, there was an evil necromancer whose cloak was not pulled up.

Their legs became weak and they sat directly on the ground. The crowd in line was frightened and flew everywhere, but they were soon scared by the army of undead creatures surrounding them and fell to the ground.

The undead creatures did not make noise or make a quick move, and ignored these people. They rushed to the city gate, either bypassing the door, climbing over the wall or flying into the city.

"Enemy attack!"

Clergy and knights stood up from different parts of the city to greet the necromancers who were heading into the air.

The necromancer seemed a little dazed and said to himself: "I'm Vicente, I'm back..."

"Kill him!" One after another, the holy lights and spears all attacked Vicente.

Vicente's thin face showed a deep hatred, raised his head and let out a shrill howl.

Circles of sound waves spread out, blurred banshees flew, and all the flying clergy and knights landed on the ground like raindrops, and those who could not fly, looked at the scene in mid-air and were so scared that they trembled all over.

Vicente's expression became cold, looking at the Cardinal who was trying to resist the "Howl of the Banshee", he raised his left hand and pointed it lightly.

Countless black air burst out from the Cardinal's body, and his whole body became dry and thin, like a corpse. Then, he fell from the air weakly and fell into several pieces, but no blood was overflowing.

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 hand in panic and kept retreating. The knights around him were scared away. None of them dared to come 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 not flesh-hearted and thin, and it was no different from more than twenty years ago!

Vicente walked slowly towards Andrew: "It was you, you reported me and killed Shirley."

"No. It's not my business, it's all done by the crazy man "Mad Dog". I, I never thought that it would kill Shirley." Andrew was so scared that he almost cried.

"Mad Dog? Where is he?" Vicente asked coldly, and invaded his mind without answering.

In order to save his life, Andrew was willing to be honest with everything: "The 'Mad Dog' killed many magicians because she did not tell the evidence. She was appreciated by the Cardinal of the Principality and transferred to Cooks."

"Cox? I will definitely go find you..." Vicente looked into the distance, his eyes extremely cold, with an indelible hatred.

Then he continued to look at Andrew: "Who else was there?"

"And, there are Lothar, and Gao En, the 'Beast Trainer,' interrogator', and the 'Bone Digger', and they are here at the referee." Andrew confessed all the people involved in that year.

"Very good, I won't kill you with my own hands to thank you for your honesty." Vicente smiled cruelly, and the army of undead creatures behind him rushed forward and drowned Andrew.

"No!"

A shrill howl of pain rang out, and the undead creatures bit and swallowed Andrew's flesh and blood, one by one, until the bones.

Vicente looked at the nobles gathered here, watching them push Lotal and Gao En out, then waved their hands, causing the two nobles to rot and turn into zombies.

"Vicent, what happened at the beginning has nothing to do with us. We are also very sorry for the death of Shirley and Brenzel. We will not stop you from taking revenge, but please do not involve the innocent." The leading noble knight tried hard to calm down and sincerely asked for his resentment.

Vicente's eyes were cold and cold, "You have the chance to save her, you did nothing."

As soon as the words were finished, an army of undead creatures flocked to overwhelm all the nobles.

A few minutes later, Vicente walked to the gate of the referee, with the vast majority of the night watchmen, including the "Beast Trainer", had already died in battle just now.

"The Lord will not let you go!" The remaining interrogators from the referee looked at Vicente fiercely.

Vicente said nothing and directly let the army of undead swallow them, leaving only a scream and the "bone digger" with gray hair.

"I only regret not being able to torture your whereabouts!" "The Bones Digger" looked fanatical and pious.

"You will have a lot of time to regret it." Vicente said in a hoarse voice, without any intention of arguing.

A pale flame burst out from the soul of the "Bone Digging Man" and made him scream.

"The Lord will, Ah! I will punish you!"

"No!"

"Ah! Damn it, let it go, let me go!"

"Give me aside!"

Amid the begging for mercy, Vicente walked towards the cemetery without looking back. Gradually, the screams subsided. Coupled with the ordinary people who dared not breathe normally, the whole city was as quiet as death.

In such silence, Vicente walked to the cemetery and to the grave that he had been dreaming about.

The grave cracked silently and the coffin floated directly.

Vicente walked to the edge of the coffin, knelt down on one knee, and gently pushed the lid of the coffin like a gentleman.

"Sherley, I'm here, I'm here to pick you up." As the gap grew bigger and bigger, his cold eyes became softer and softer, full of love, longing and self-blame.

In the coffin, a white bone lay there quietly.

Vicent bowed his head, gently kissed the bone's mouth, and said in a dream: "Sherley, it will be fine, everything will be fine, we will be together forever."

A tear fell from the corner of his eyes and dripped on Shirley's face.
Chapter completed!