บท 403: Chapter 407 Opening

The incessant roaring had completely shattered the peace in Cemetery No. 3, with the flames spouting from gun muzzles illuminating the dim fog again and again. Wavering, twisting figures emerged continuously from the fog, only to fall one by one under the sanctified fire and metallic onslaught—where they fell, a dark, ominous substance had already spread onto the path.

These were clearly no longer "agitated corpses"—they were more profane, more ominous beings that had to be utterly eradicated here.

The old man's marksmanship was precise; to him, the deformed creatures emerging from the fog were like slow-moving reptiles, and even through the thick fog, he could take them out with a single shot each.

In fact, he was more adept and experienced with a short sword and a walking stick—but the old man knew that he must avoid close combat with those monsters as long as possible.