Dang Dang!
Dang Dang!
Smoke rose from the walls of Golden City and the giant bell in the central square was rung again and again.
The slave traders, smugglers, robbers, and bandits that gathered in the city looked up in astonishment.
They didn't understand what kind of situation could make Golden City react like it was facing a formidable enemy.
One needed to know in this land, even Burning Dawn couldn't shake Golden City's position.
For the past hundred years, Golden City had built up its reputation with brute force and it had already overshadowed the might of Burning Dawn a hundred years ago. Or in other words, under someone's intentional arrangement, the people that came to Golden City forgot that it was just Burning Dawn's outpost camp a hundred years ago.
"Could it be related to the fireworks?"
"That devil head?"
"Is it the Burning Family?"
"The Burning Family can even leave Dawn City? Stop joking! "
"The emperor of Saint Cyanda really wants to tie the Burning Family and Dawn Family to his feet like dogs."
…
The discussions caused a series of laughter.
However, the laughter stopped abruptly at the next moment.
They saw Kieran in the sky.
Devil Kieran was flying in mid-air, his blazing eyes glancing over the whole of Golden City. [Flame Blast] was buffed once again, and it was like a blazing pillar that reached the sky, crashing down on Golden City.
Golden City was known as the sturdiest and tallest wall yet it was smashed into pieces like tofu. Even the arrow towers on top of the wall and behind the wall and the soldiers were all turned into ashes.
Then, the people in the city saw what caused the smoke to rise in Golden City and it sounded the alarm.
The dead!
The endless army of the dead!
Looking at the cold yet burning spirit fire in the undead's eye sockets, these people shuddered.
"The city guards!"
"The city guards!"
Some people couldn't hold back their shouts.
However, more of them drew their swords.
Those who came to Golden City to do business weren't some kind souls. Whether it was the slave traders, smugglers, or robbers, all of them had quite the fighting prowess.
However, it was a pity that the undead they encountered were no ordinary undead. They were the original soldiers of Golden City. More importantly, after these soldiers came back to life, they were strengthened to varying degrees.
Bang!
A tall and strong bandit chopped the undead's neck with his sword.
As someone who made a living around Supreme Road, he knew that the seemingly terrifying undead actually had many weaknesses. Other than fire and lightning, the most effective way to deal with them seemed to be to chop off their heads.
That was why he did it.
But the result was unexpected.
This slash accurately hit the undead's neck, but it was as if it had hit a piece of leather.
The undead's neck, which was supposed to be fragile, was as tough as leather armor. The blade only managed to advance half a finger before it was unable to advance any further.
Perhaps, for an ordinary person, a wound of half a finger on the neck was already fatal.
But for the undead, it was really nothing.
Under the bandit's horrified gaze, the sword in the undead's hand pierced straight through his chest.
Hot blood sprayed on the undead's face. The strange smell was mixed with a familiar feeling. The soul fire in the undead's eyes unconsciously brightened.
Roar!
A low, beast-like roar burst forth from the undead's chest.
The undead became stronger.
Mixed with the instincts of disgust towards the living, the undead's strength was undoubtedly catastrophic.
Just when the people in Golden City realized the undead before them were unusual, they suddenly realized the undead had grown stronger after the massacre.
"What kind of undead is this?"
"Why is this happening?"
"Damn devil!"
"Is it still the Lord of the Undead?"
The noisy shouts didn't change the situation at all.
The undead army crushed the first line of defense formed by the ragtag troops like breaking dry twigs and smashing rotten wood.
The second line of defense, on the other hand, didn't even do anything before it completely vanished.
It was only then that the people in Golden City realized that while they were resisting the undead army, none of the city guards were left.
The discovery caused the uncontrollable collapse of the undead army.
These people weren't people with firm beliefs.
Quite the opposite, they were experts at looting a burning house.
Now that the ruler of Golden City wanted them to be a shield, these people wouldn't agree to it.
The troops that could still hold on for a while were crushed just like that.
These people used their own methods to escape Golden City.
Some bolder ones even ran deeper into the city.
As for what they wanted to do?
It was self-explanatory.
The slave traffickers ran.
The smuggler ran away.
The robbers ran.
The bandits ran.
But their goods were all left behind.
The slaves looked at each other, looking at the undead that ran past them in a hurry but didn't harm them, not knowing what to do.
In the end, the slaves looked at Kieran who was flying in the sky.
"You are free.
Whether you want to or not.
Whether you dare to or not.
You are all free!
If you miss the old days, you can stay here and wait for your master in fear and trepidation.
If you want to welcome a new life, pick up your swords and follow my army. Use the swords and blades in your hands to fight for the life you want. "
Devil Kieran's voice was as loud as thunder, rumbling in the slaves' ears.
Some were dazed.
Some were lost.
Some of them even went straight to the 'goods' left behind by the smugglers and started to pick out the items they wanted to get their hands on.
When someone took the lead, others followed.
Who would be willing to be sold as goods?
Who would be willing to be treated worse than livestock?
Who would be willing to live in a precarious situation and depend on others' mood?
Now, there was hope to get rid of such days.
Who wouldn't be willing?
Resist!
Resist!
Resist!
For …
Freedom!
A loud shout came from the slaves. A strong young man picked up his sword and followed the army of undead, charging forward.
Behind him, a group of slaves shouted in unison and joined the charging group.
The already unstoppable army of undead was like a tiger with wings after the addition of fresh troops, slaughtering their way into the depths of Golden City.
In the depths of Golden City, there was a temple that looked like a palace.
The reason why it was so was because of a statue of a god.
A blurry, strange, and indescribable metal statue of a god.
This statue could be said to be an individual, but it could also be called a mass.
It didn't even have a shape.
But it was terrifying enough!
Because the statue was littered with bodies.
The guards of Golden City, the ones who tried to fish in troubled waters, all died in front of the statue in a horrifying manner.
Some had their limbs broken.
Some had their stomachs ripped open.
Some had their skin peeled off.
However, most of them had their skulls smashed open and their brains sucked out of them.
The very familiar scene made Kieran frown.
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