Chapter 912 is waiting for your return
Baron Brenzel's estate became more and more dilapidated after several changes of ownership, and the hills behind the manor were overgrown with weeds, rolling dew in the morning sun.
With a pop, the dew dropped onto a pile of coiled bones, leaving a faint wet mark.
The bones of this pile of giant snakes shook slightly, but soon calmed down again, around it, the fur of a giant tiger with wings on its back decayed, its flesh and blood rotted, and fishy yellow pus flowed sideways; one by one, the ghouls flaunted their hideous stench; countless ghosts floated in mid-air, fearless of the falling sunlight...... The hills seemed to have turned into the legendary underworld, full of undead.
Surrounded by these undead creatures, a skinny man sat on a boulder, his pale and dim left hand gently stroking the stone surface, and his dark and deep gaze quietly looked in the direction of the city.
At the city gate, a middle-aged man in a bishop's robe was walking towards the church with a serious expression.
"Good morning, Your Excellency." Everyone who passed by him bowed and said hello, he was Arroyo, the bishop of the city cathedral, a very strict clergyman after the cardinal's big man.
Arroyo drew a cross on his chest and habitually blessed: "The Lord will bless everyone."
In this way, he slowly arrived at the door of the church, and under the salute of several paladin attendants, he stepped on the steps and entered the gate.
Above the gate, a faint holy light lingers, making everything look solemn and clean.
Arroyo stopped in the center of the hall and prayed devoutly: "Only the truth endures!"
He then left through the side door and reported to the cardinal on the state of faith in nearby towns, estates, and villages.
After completing the report, he began to inspect the entire church to check for omissions and irreverence, and after the inspection, it would be time for prayer, repentance, and study.
This is his monotonous life day after day for the past 30 years, but along with this life, he has slowly changed from a trainee pastor who followed the bishop to the most prominent bishop in the city's church, witnessing the rise and fall of many families in the city.
"Thank you for the Lord's gift." He prayed sincerely in his heart.
After praying, he found that he had inspected the room with the teleportation array, so he raised his vigilance and began to make sure that it was intact and that no one else had entered except for those who had been permitted.
"Very good, nothing abnormal." A smile appeared on his serious face, and his eyes were looking at the teleportation array with faint light.
Suddenly, he frowned, feeling that this teleportation array was extremely hateful, full of evil aura, like a door to hell or an abyss.
A thought automatically appeared in his mind: there was a betrayal by the clergy, and the "Lord of Hell" invaded here!
"No, we must destroy it!" He had just made up his mind, and suddenly realized that he could not destroy this teleportation array in a short period of time with his divine power alone, the only way was to concentrate all his strength and directly self-destruct!
A sense of the sacredness of martyrdom suddenly rose in his heart, and he took a step forward and said loudly:
"Only the truth endures!"
The several trainee pastors who followed him on tour watched in amazement as the holy light emitted from Lord Arroyo's body, and then there was a loud rumble, and the world went dark.
Boom!
The teleportation array was blown to pieces, and the room collapsed directly.
The cardinal who presided over this important church was extremely shocked to perceive this scene, and could not believe that a bishop would betray the Lord and voluntarily destroy the Lord's teleportation array.
Immediately afterwards, two nine-ring magics suddenly appeared in his mind: invading the mind and weaving memories!
But even a legendary magician may not be able to play these two spells so miraculously, without any flaws, and the recipient will not resist and voluntarily and automatically achieve the goal for the caster!
Such magicians are the most difficult to prevent and the most terrifying!
Boom!
In another part of the city, the core of the divine magic defense formation that controlled it was overwhelmed by the light of self-destruct.
Boom! Boom!
Listening to these two consecutive explosions, the thin man in the middle of the hill outside the city stood up suddenly, his eyes half tender and half cold.
Roar!
The undead on the hills all let out a death howl, rising from the spot and filling the mountains.
The skinny man floated into the air and flew towards the city, and behind him were the undead who had returned from the "Vengeful Abyss"!
The soldiers at the city gate were originally checking the team entering the city, but suddenly felt that the sky had darkened, and subconsciously looked up, and suddenly trembled with fright, and their faces turned pale.
In mid-air, monsters with only white bones or carrion obscured the sun, bringing the call of death, and in their surroundings was an evil necromancer with no cloak pulled up.
Their legs weakened and they sat directly on the ground, and the crowd in line was so frightened that they scattered and fled, but they were soon frightened to the ground by the surrounding army of undead.
The undead did not make noise, did not rush, and ignored these people, and rushed directly to the city gate, or walked through the gate, climbed over the wall, or flew into the city.
"Enemy attack!"
Clerics and knights stood up from different parts of the city to greet the necromancers who were in mid-air.
The necromancer seemed a little dazed, and said to himself: "I am Vicente, I'm back......"
"Kill him!" Holy lights and spears all attacked Vicente.
Vicente's thin face showed bitter hatred, he raised his head and let out a shrill howl.
Circles of sound waves spread out, blurred banshees flew one by one, and all the flying clerics and knights fell to the ground like raindrops, while those who could not fly trembled with fright when they looked at the scene in mid-air.
Vicente's expression became cold, and he looked at the cardinal who was struggling to resist the "Banshee Howl", raised his left hand, and gave it a slight touch.
Countless black clouds suddenly burst out from the cardinal's body, and the whole person became shriveled and thin, like a corpse, and then, he fell weakly from mid-air and fell into several pieces, but no blood spilled out.
Vicente looked down at the entire city, suddenly landed, and fell 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 fear and kept retreating, the knights around him were already frightened away, and none of them 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's eyes widened in horror, recognizing the identity of the terrifying necromancer in front of him, his face was abnormally thin except that there was no flesh and blood, and there was no difference from more than twenty years ago!
Vicente walked slowly towards Andrew: "It's you, it was you who reported me and killed Shirley."
"No, it's none of my business, it's all done by the madman 'Mad Dog', I, I never thought it would kill Shirley." Andrew was so frightened 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 evidence, and was transferred to Cooks."
"Cooks? I will definitely go find your ......" Vicente looked into the distance, his eyes were unusually cold, with an indissoluble hatred.
Then he continued to look at Andrew: "Who else was there in the first place?"
"And, there is Lothar, and there is also Gaun, the 'Tamer', and the interrogator 'Bone Digger', they are here to judge." Andrew confessed to all the people involved back then.
"Very good, 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 behind him surged up and drowned Andrew.
"No!"
A howl of misery and pain sounded, and it sounded continuously, and the undead bite and devour Andrew's flesh and blood, one by one, until they reached the bones.
Vicente's eyes looked at the nobles gathered here, watching them push Lothar and Gaun out, and then waved his hand, causing the two nobles' flesh and blood to rot and turn into zombies.
"Vicente, what happened at the beginning has nothing to do with us, we also regret the death of Shirley and Brunzel, you want revenge, we will not stop it, but please don't involve the innocent." The leading noble knight tried to calm down and sincerely begged 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 surged up, drowning all the nobles.
A few minutes later, Vicente stepped on the white bones and walked to the door of the court, where most of the night watchmen, including the "beast trainer", had already died in battle just now.
"The Lord will not spare you!" The remnants of the court's interrogators looked at Vicente viciously.
Vicente didn't say anything, and directly let the army of undead engulf them, leaving only a scream and the gray-haired "bone digger".
"I only regret not being able to find out your whereabouts in the first place!" The "bone digger" looks fanatical and devout.
"You'll have a lot of time to regret it." Vicente said in a hoarse voice and said lightly, without the slightest intention of arguing.
A pale flame came out of the soul of the "Bone Digger", burning him to the point of screaming.
"Lord, ah! will punish you!"
"No!"
"Ah! Damn it, spare me, spare me!"
"Spare me!"
In the midst of begging for mercy, Vicente walked towards the cemetery without looking back, and gradually, the screams subsided, and those ordinary people who did not dare to breathe normally, the whole city was as silent as death.
In such silence, Vicente walked to the cemetery and walked to the grave that haunted his dreams.
The grave cracked silently, and the coffin floated directly up.
Vicente walked to the coffin, knelt down on one knee, and gently pushed the coffin lid open like a gentleman.
"Shirley, I'm here, I'm here to pick you up." As the gap grew bigger and bigger, his cold gaze 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 position of the white bone's mouth, and said dreamily: "Shirley, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, we will be together forever."
A tear slipped down from the corner of his eye and dripped onto Shirley's face.
Fallen souls, chasing death, not for eternal life, but for your return!
(End of this chapter)