After multiple owners, Baron Brenzell's manor was even more dilapidated. The hill behind the manor was overgrown with weeds. Dew was rolling under the morning sunlight.
The dewdrop dripped onto a pile of coiled up white bones, leaving behind a faint wet mark.
The pile of bones of the giant snake trembled slightly, but it soon calmed down. Around it, there was a giant tiger with wings on its back. Its fur was decaying, its flesh was rotten, and yellow pus was flowing out. Ghouls were flaunting their ferocious stench. Countless ghosts were floating in the air, unafraid of the sunlight. The hill seemed to have become the legendary underworld, full of undead creatures.
Surrounded by the undead creatures, a man who was as thin as a bag of bones was sitting on a giant rock. His pale and lackluster left hand touched the rock softly, and he looked at the city quietly with his deep, dark eyes.
At the gate of the city, a middle-aged man in a bishop's robe was walking to the church solemnly.
"Good morning, Your Excellency." All the people who passed by him bowed and greeted him. He was Bishop Arroyo of the city's cathedral, an important person only second to the red robe. He was a very strict cleric.
Drawing a cross on his chest, Arroyo blessed habitually, "May the Lord bless you."
Just like that, he slowly reached the gate of the church and stepped into the gate under the salutation of a few Knight Saints.
Above the door, a faint holy light lingered, making everything appear solemn and dignified, cleansing one's soul.
Stopping at the center of the hall, Arroyo prayed devoutly, "Only Truth lives forever!"
Then, he left through the side gate and reported to the red robe about the faith in the towns, manors, and villages nearby.
After the report was done, he began to inspect the entire church to see if there were any omissions or disrespect. After the inspection, it would be time for prayer, confession, and study.
That was his monotonous life in the past thirty years. However, along with such a life, he gradually turned from a probationary priest following the bishop to the most illustrious bishop in this church in the city. He witnessed the rise and fall of many families in the city.
"Thank the Lord for his grace." He prayed sincerely in his heart.
After the prayer, he found that he had reached the room where the transmission magic circles were deployed. Therefore, he raised his wariness and began to make sure that the place was intact. Except for those who had permission, nobody else had entered.
"Very good. There are no anomalies." A smile appeared on his solemn face as he looked at the teleportation array that was emitting a faint light.
Suddenly, he frowned. He felt that this teleportation array was abnormally abominable. It was filled with an evil aura, as if it was the gate to hell or the abyss.
An idea popped up in his head. The clergy had betrayed him. The Lord of Hell had invaded this place!
"No, I have to destroy it!" Just as he made up his mind, he suddenly realized that it was impossible for him to destroy this teleportation portal in a short period of time with his own divine power. The only way was to gather all his power and detonate it!
A sense of martyrdom suddenly rose in his heart. He took a step forward and said loudly:
"Only truth lives forever!"
The few probationary priests who were patrolling with him were dumbfounded when they saw Lord Aloyo's body emitting holy light. Then, with a loud bang, the world was plunged into darkness.
Rumble!
The teleportation array was blown to pieces, and the room collapsed.
The red robe who was in charge of this important church sensed the scene in shock. He could not believe that a bishop would betray the Lord and destroy the Lord's teleportation array voluntarily.
Then, two ninth-circle spells popped up in his head: Invade Mind and Fabricate Memories!
However, even a legendary sorcerer might not be able to play the two spells so flawlessly. The target of the spells did not resist at all and helped the caster achieve his purpose voluntarily!
Such sorcerers were the most difficult to defend against and the most terrifying!
BOOM!
In another part of the city, the core that controlled the divine power defense circle was drowned by the brilliance of the explosion.
BOOM! BOOM!
Hearing the two consecutive explosions, the slender man at the center of the hill outside of the city stood up. His eyes were half gentle and half cold.
Hoooooo!
The undead creatures on the hill all screamed and crawled to their feet. They were all over the hill.
The slender man floated in midair and flew toward the city, surrounded by the undead creatures that had returned from the Abyss of Vengeance!
The soldiers at the gate of the city were inspecting the teams that were going to enter the city. Suddenly, they sensed that the sky was dark and raised their heads subconsciously, only to be shocked and pale.
In midair, monsters that were nothing but bones and rotten meat blocked the sun, bringing the summon of death. In the middle of them, there was an evil necromancer whose cloak was not pulled up.
Their legs were too weak, and they fell to the ground. The people in the queue were scared to run away, but they were soon scared by the army of undead creatures that surrounded them and fell to the ground too.
The undead creatures did not make any noise or rush in. Ignoring those people, they simply surged to the city gate and entered the city through the gate, over the wall, or by flying.
"Enemy attack!"
The clerics and Knight stood out from different parts of the city and greeted the necromancer in midair.
The necromancer seemed to be in a trance. He murmured to himself, "I am Vicente. I'm back …"
"Kill him!" Holy light and spears were all aimed at Vicente.
Hatred beamed out of Vicente's dry face. He raised his head and let out a miserable howl.
The sound waves spread out, and the blurry banshees danced in the air. All the clerics and knights who could fly fell to the ground like raindrops. Those who couldn't fly trembled in fear when they saw the scene in midair.
Vicente's face turned cold. Looking at the red robe who was trying to resist the Banshee's Howl, he raised his left hand and pointed at it.
Countless streams of black air immediately burst out of the red robe's body, and he became as dry and thin as a corpse. Then, he fell from the sky into multiple pieces, but there was no blood at all.
Looking down at the city, Vicente suddenly landed before a middle-aged Knight who was holding a longsword.
"No, no, don't kill me …" The middle-aged Knight waved his hands in fear and stepped back nonstop. The Knights around him had all been scared out of their wits. None of them dared to step forward to help him.
Vicente said coarsely, "Andrew."
"You … You know me. You … You are Vicente!" The middle-aged Knight Andrew widened his eyes in fear. He recognized the terrifying necromancer before him. His face was no different from twenty years ago except for the lack of flesh and blood!
Vicente walked to Andrew slowly. "It's you. You reported me and killed Shirley."
"No, it's not my fault. It's … It's all because of the lunatic 'Crazy Hound'. I … I never thought that Shirley would be killed." Andrew was so scared that he was almost crying.
"Crazy Hound? Where is he? "Vicente asked coldly. He would invade his head if he did not answer.
In order to save his life, Andrew was willing to confess everything. "Crazy Hound was appreciated by the Grand Cardinal of the duchy because he killed many sorcerers without any evidence. He was transferred to Cocus."
"Cocus? I'll definitely go to you … "Vicente looked at the distance coldly with unquenchable hatred in his eyes.
Then, he looked at Andrew again. "Who else was there?"
"There's … there's also Lothar, Goen, Beast Tamer, and the interrogator, Bone Digger. They're in the Inquisition here." Andrew confessed all the people who were involved in the case back then.
"Very good. To thank you for your honesty, I won't kill you myself." Vicente put on a cruel smile. The army of undead creatures behind him swarmed forward and drowned Andrew.
"No!"
Mournful and painful howls rang out incessantly as the undead creatures tore and devoured Andrew's flesh one by one, all the way to his bones.
Vicente looked at the nobles who were gathered here and watched them push Lothar and Goen out. Then, he waved his hands and turned the two nobles into zombies.
"Vicente, what happened years ago had nothing to do with us. We're sorry about the death of Shirley and Brenzell, too. We won't stop you from avenging them, but please don't involve the innocent." The leading noble Knight tried to calm himself down and pleaded sincerely.
Vicente said coldly, "You had a chance to save her. You didn't do anything."
Hardly had he concluded his sentence when the army of undead creatures swarmed forward and drowned the nobles.
Several minutes later, Vicente walked to the gate of the inquisition on the bones. Most of the night watchers here, including the 'Beast Tamer', had been killed in the battle just now.
"The Lord will not let go of you!" The remaining interrogators of the inquisition glared at Vicente.
Without saying anything, Vicente simply asked the army of undead creatures to swallow them, leaving nothing but screams and the grey-haired 'Bone Digger'.
"I only regret that I didn't elicit your whereabouts from you!" The 'Bone Digger' seemed zealous and pious.
"You'll have plenty of time to regret it," Vicente said coarsely, without the slightest intention of arguing.
A pale fire leaked out of the soul of the 'Bone Digger', burning him and making him scream nonstop.
"The Lord … Ah! You'll be punished! "
"No!"
"Ah! Damn it! Spare me! Spare me! "
"Spare me!"
While begging for mercy, Vicente walked to the cemetery without looking back. Gradually, the screams died down. Together with the ordinary people who did not dare to breathe normally, the whole city fell into dead silence.
In this silence, Vicente walked to the cemetery and walked to the tomb that he had been dreaming about for a long time.
The grave opened silently, and the coffin floated up.
Vicente walked to the coffin and knelt down on one of his knees, opening the coffin gently like a gentleman.
"Shirley, I'm here. I'm here to pick you up." As the gap grew wider and wider, his cold eyes became softer and softer, filled with love, longing, and self-blame.
Inside the coffin, a skeleton was lying there quietly.
Vicente lowered his head and kissed the mouth of the skeleton gently. He said in a dreamy voice, "Shirley, everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. We'll be together forever."
A teardrop dropped from the corner of his eye and fell on Shirley's face.
A fallen soul, chasing death, not for eternal life, but for your return!
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