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www.mpzw.com) Loria quickly achieved her second victory, and she was almost the same as the second recruit in terms of combat skills due to her vampire skills, but with the momentum of the new victory, she quickly suppressed the timid recruits.

After a minute or two of grappling, Loria repeated her old trick, relying on her agility far beyond the opponent's, suddenly struck and slammed the head of the staff into the opponent's ribs, but hit the dent behind the recruit's elbow...... The scrambling and exhausted recruit's hands went numb, and his weapons fell to the ground.

Outside the chapel, Doru shrunk his neck meaningfully at the sight of this, he had always been a little afraid of Loria since he walked out of the huge and complex mountain cavern in the sky.

Doru shifted slightly, casting his body into the shadows of the gate, he raised his hand and stared at the slightly pale skin - the vampire was not completely harmless as Loria had described, he could faintly feel the aggressive bloodlust lurking deep within his body, wanting to tear apart.

Maybe this is instinct? Doru thought, the eldest lady hid it well, and even in the competition, she didn't show a single bit of belligerence...... However, he could never forget how Loria had frantically 'killed' them all that night after three days of high fever.

He glanced at Loria again, and she just stood there silently, not as if she was proud of her three-legged cat novice level, and she didn't have the crazy, weird, and tyrannical feeling that Doru remembered.

As if remembering something terrible, Doru shuddered and moved his body farther away from the sun.

…… As Loria defeated her opponents one after another, Renault had a smile on her face.

Although her level is not worth mentioning in the eyes of everyone present, it is enough, Renault smiled, many people may not be stronger than her at the age of fifteen...... His niece was still very young, she had done great service to the Scarlet Crusade, and she had proven herself in resourcefulness, and after this day, no one would consider her weak and vulnerable.

The coat of arms of the Mograine family never faded, and Renault was greatly comforted by the feeling that he had repaid some of what he owed.

Tris Borin was still nervous when Loria Mograini became the new topic of conversation in the monastery, and last week, while on a night patrol he encountered a tall monster with the head of a bull, who rushed at him in a strange language, only to be brought down by him.

A new breed of undead?

As a man who fought his way to the position of centurion as a civilian, he was brave and resilient, and although the monster he had never seen before frightened him slightly, he quickly regained his composure by looking at the monster's corpse.

When he was about to report directly to Renault, an incomprehensible scene happened before his eyes, and the body of the minotaur disappeared into thin air.

Must have been too tired lately...... He reluctantly perfunctory himself with such a reason, blaming a qiē on an illusion.

Three days ago, he had once again encountered the same minotaur during the Night Watch, this time accompanied by a real undead.

It didn't take much effort for him to deal with the other party, and to his surprise, the minotaur seemed to have become stronger.

Ignoring the shattered undead, Tris stared at the Minotaur's corpse with wide eyes...... Ten minutes later, the corpse disappeared again into thin air, and the minotaur came back to life not far from him...... The same thing happened to the corpses of the undead.

They challenged him again, he was killed again, and the corpse disappeared into thin air again...... There was no resurrection this time.

Tris felt like he was either crazy or on the verge of madness.

He did not dare to tell anyone his crazy fantasies, fearing that he would be purged as an infected person of the undead.

Two nights earlier, he had left his men and walked alone to the main road in and out of the monastery, climbing an abandoned watchtower beside the road, his bloodshot eyes staring motionlessly into the distance.

From time to time, patrolling sentries walked by...... The density was much lower than during the day, and he guessed that the monsters would still attack at night, and he wanted to see how they approached the monastery...... This may give a hint of who they really are.

In the midst of the tedious and anxious waiting, Tris felt a pat on his back more than once, and each time he twisted his neck stiffly, expecting to see the minotaur creep silently bypassing the sentry and standing behind him...... However, on the top floor of the abandoned watchtower, there was nothing but a few pieces of rubble.

In the middle of the night, Tris fell asleep in a daze, dreaming that he had become a madman and was burned to death by his former companion for his wild words.

A fight caught his attention, and when he opened his eyes that were in pain, he saw once again the minotaur that was haunting him—the same one, with the same black and white fur that he had never forgotten.

This time, his companions turned into two greenskins...... Tris had seen them as a child, having thrown food at these lazy, grotesque green creatures in the shelter, and for years, they reappeared before him, fully armed and wielding their tomahawks.

The Minotaur and the two Greenskins work together to attack a sentry, quickly bringing the sentry down, only to attract more ...... Lying on the edge of the abandoned watchtower, Tris peeked down, and he saw Barlow, who was stationed in the field, galloping with a dozen of his men, and slaughtering the minotaur and the greenskin.

As Tris expected, their bodies disappeared again...... He saw Barlow whispering to his men, but he didn't know what he was saying.

The next day, Tris made an excuse and left his post to visit Barlow, where he tried to find out about the monsters, but they kicked him out of the tent with a strange look.

Tris finally realized that he was not crazy, and he understood the mystery - the monsters whose bodies would disappear after death were already a secret that everyone south of his line of defense guarded.

Last night, the number of monsters had increased to an unprecedented number of dozen, and they somehow bypassed the Crusader patrols and made their way to the monastery, only to be quite unlucky enough to encounter the hapless Tris.

Watching the already familiar minotaur make a disgusted face after discovering himself, Tris laughed inexplicably.

He suddenly wanted to sit down with him and drink a glass of foreign honey brought by Miss Mograine, and talk about his struggles and its broken horns.

...... by monsters No, Triss decided to call them weirdos, and as they besieged them and fell on his back, he suddenly felt that the idea might one day come true.