Chương 13: The March of the dead
An armored being rode upon a decaying horse with a black-as-night cape and soulless eyes.
Standing in front of him were creatures from the abyss itself, corroding the very ground they stood on.
The creature looked up, and a giant winged beast floated above him and roared to the skies, releasing black smoke from its mouth. A few seconds later, corrosive torrents fell upon the land.
The black knight raised his hand at what one would assume to be a city.
The creature flew in that direction, emitting smoke from its wings and sulfur from its breath.
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In a polar region…
"So, this is the infamous anomalous dungeon," said a hooded figure.
The hooded figure raised his palm and touched the space itself.
Cracks slowly appeared in mid-air, showing the remnant of a desolate battleground, the figure said.
"Demon Grounds Dungeon"
The figure entered the cracks, and part of the hooded figure showed.
pure red and blistering orange eyes.
"I will come back to this world, one day."
"But, let's give this world a gift, shall we?" the hooded being said.
Near a city, a green object was emitting blue light.
The blue light spread, killing the vegetation and making some rapidly evolve into poisonous variants.
Some rapidly divided into a form suitable for mobility, resilience, defense, and survivability.
It was calm before the storm, and Max headed toward this region of death, chaos, and destruction like a fish in a muddy sea.
in a castle
A man in gold robes with a mystical pattern and a pious expression looked upon a statue and prayed.
"Oh God of light, bless your children in your sacral essence and open our divine bodies."
"I dedicate this holy crusade to you, my lord; I give my hands so that you may lay it upon my enemies and legs, spreading the faith to each corner of this material plane."
"Amen"
And then a soothing melodic tune played, reducing all noise and creating a holy and out worldly atmosphere.
on the unholy grounds
Soldiers marched
Drums hit
smoke dissipating through the air
Papers being issued
Fliers flying through the air
War songs are being played.
The scene faded to smoke.
In the city of Elysium
"The surrounding towns have fallen!"
"We need to evacuate the city! We cannot carry on, sir!"
"Sir, answer me."
"Lord!"
"Lor-"
The Lord slowly turned, and what appeared in front of the assistant lord was a decaying corpse, smelling of dead flesh and rotting intestines.
The assistant stumbled and ran, breaking through the ground in a hurry.
Dashing into the street, he screamed.
"The Lord has fallen!"
"The Lord has fallen!"
Moments later from the Lord's building, rotting corpses crawled from the ground, with contorted and conjoined limbs separating from themselves, tearing their skin off one another.
The guards protected the bystanders from getting hurt, while some took up arms to protect themselves.
Most were scratched, bitten, and attacked, losing flesh, limbs, and lives.
Weaker ones emitted smoke from their injuries, with their hair slowly falling off and their skin getting dry.
They bit their family, friends, protectors, and teammates.
They feasted on the people they knew, with unnaturally relieved expressions on their faces.
The assistant lord, with a determined expression, carried a pen into a house.
The guards barely repelled the undead, yet they were losing both morale and numbers.
The assistant city manager hurriedly wrote.
<The living dead will die if their heads are destroyed, they get stronger by feeding on the flesh of the living, converting the living into one of their own, Despite being savage, if a special kind of walking dead appears among them, they can gain order and plan ambushes and infiltrations by air and land.
If you kill the special walking, the undead will have fewer leaders, causing the difficulty to be less in comparison.
Make no mistake.
They are still dangerous despite being under no command.
I urge you all to unite and stand strong.
We must end this nightmare here.
Our race cannot stand another hostile race.
We cannot help you because the next time we meet, we will be on opposite sides.
Elysium has fallen
We have lost.>
The assistant lord then spread a purple substance on the parchment.
Causing it to dissolve into light particles, and dissipated into the winds.
Undead ransacked the place, tearing apart the man as he sat there without any struggle and with a dead expression.
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