。 "If you don't want them to die, just take your people with you." After saying this slowly, not caring at all about Lister's fists clenched instantly because of the contempt in his words, the cloaked man finally raised his head slightly and looked at Noras, who had been watching coldly from the throne.

Swinging away the soldiers behind him who were on the verge of a violent outburst due to the cloaked man's rudeness towards him, Rist glanced darkly at the entrance to the black hole in the main hall, and immediately ordered the remaining soldiers behind him to quickly evacuate through another exit.

Although he also felt resentment at the cloakman's natural superiority, Rist knew very well that what the cloaked man said was not a threat, but a real fact.

The soldiers behind him may not know what is hidden behind the entrance to the black hole in the main hall, but Lister, who has already seen it, knows very well that those are not the creatures that should be stored in this powerful force.

No.

It wasn't a living soul at all, but a dead soul that had long since been buried and should never have been awakened.

"Hahahaha-700 years have passed, and I have finally waited for this day!" A rough and shrill voice finally exploded above the empty hall after all the humans had withdrawn.

With just one shout, the cloaked man's body seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and he inhaled sharply, and his shriveled heart poured into the air, making a strange and terrifying sound like a bellows.

Noras, on the throne, was unmoved.

"Undead, this is not where you should be." Noras didn't know what the other party had against him, and the Celestials had never been kind to the dark creatures, so as soon as the words fell, he urged the scepter of holy light, intending to completely wipe out the dark creatures that were an eyesore.

The endless power of light was like an arm, turning into a sharp blade and attacking the cloaked man overwhelmingly, so that in the empty hall, a violent golden whirlwind rolled up.

But what Noras didn't expect was that the huge blade of light, before it touched the undead, seemed to hit some barrier, and was quickly completely dispersed and re-freed from the air.

Seeing this scene, Noras's eyes narrowed slightly.

But soon, he looked away, for the blade of light, though it had not hurt the undead, the hurricane that had arisen from it had lifted the cloak over the undead's head, revealing the ugly face of a dried corpse under the cloak.

That made Noras sick.

"Why, you also think this face is disgusting?" Norath's movements, the undead touched his face with his shriveled fingers, which was almost covered with only a layer of human skin, and looked at Noras with a twisted expression.

Without waiting for Noras to answer, a terrible smile suddenly appeared on his face, looked at his hands, and nervously continued: "At first, I also felt sick, so disgusting that I hated to die again. ”

"But I can't die."

"Because if I die, no one will know what kind of monster in human skin the benevolent and generous Lord of the Heavenly Clan, who will always be high above!"

Tilting his head slightly to reveal a big smile, the sunny and bright action on the ordinary person, in such a dry corpse with the corners of the mouth almost cracked to the eyes, and the spider-like bloodshot eyes were almost about to fall out of the deep eye sockets, but it was so weird and terrifying that people couldn't help but feel numb in their scalps.

"Am I right, 'Father'?"