Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavy bell rang through the blood-colored monastery, and the sound of the battle penetrated into the ears of everyone, and no noise could be heard.

By this time, the Scarlet Monastery was all in the middle of battle, except for the cemetery, where the Scarlet Crusaders rarely set foot.

"I didn't expect the cemetery to be guarded by the Scarlet Crusaders, but aren't so many people guarding the tomb too sorry for the paladins buried here?!"

With two hundred Forsaken recruits, Varimatas sneaked into the cemetery while the army was attacking head-on, and encountered several Scarlet Crusader warriors guarding the area.

Of course, they all ended up being pierced through the chest by the claws of the Dreadlord Demon King, and they had no chance to react in the face of the sudden Great Demon.

"These fresh corpses are good for the transformation ritual, but I wonder if these crazy creatures have the potential to become the Forsaken?!"

Varimasas's hands began to condense magical energy, his left hand was black that consumed all light, and his right hand was bright green, and the energy continued to condense and compress in his hands, and finally condensed into a small ball of flame.

"Be able to bury all the energy, follow my guidance and re-energize these dead souls!"

Varimatas groaned, the bright green flame of his right hand growing stronger as he chanted.

As soon as the chanting stopped, the dazzling green flame slammed into the ground beneath the Dreadlord's feet.

Rumble!

With a sound from the ground, the ground of the entire cemetery began to crack, and the cracks rhythmically mobilized bright green light, exactly the same color as the flames that slapped into the ground.

With the rhythmic mobilization, the crack began to spew green flames, and the rhythm of those flames was like a heartbeat, from slow to fast, as if a new life was about to be ushered in.

Boom! Click! Boom!

The ground of the cemetery gradually shattered, corpses scrambled out of the ground, and the newly dead blood-colored crusaders struggled to their feet.

"Not bad! The first step is complete, and there are quite a few more! ”

As the dancing bright green flames gradually extinguished, the floor of the cemetery returned to calm, replaced by undead wandering around the ground.

"Belonging to the will of darkness, please obey my call and awaken the consciousness of these undead!"

Varimasas raised his left hand in the air, and the black flames in his palm suddenly burst into the air, soaring five meters high.

The light of the entire area seemed to have been absorbed by him, and the cemetery was shrouded in darkness.

The Dreadlord raised his left hand, and black flames exploded directly in the air, flying in all directions.

Amazingly, these black flames seemed to be self-aware, impartially burrowing into each newly awakened corpse.

Whew~!!

The wails of the undead resounded throughout the cemetery, many of them began to hold their heads and shake incessantly, and some of the undead became extremely frantic and began to attack anything they could reach.

After about ten minutes, the wailing gradually began to subside, and the undead who were attacking wildly fell directly to the ground, and there was no more movement.

The undead who covered their heads slowly lowered their arms, and there seemed to be a hint of consciousness coming from their empty eye sockets, and they all slowly looked at Varimathas.

"Wake up, forsaken ones, you are about to usher in a new life."

The Dreadlord said in a playful tone to the undead who had not fallen, that the Forsaken had now been transformed into nearly three hundred new Forsaken!

"Bringing these newly transformed Forsaken back to Deathknell in the Tirisfard Glades will take some time for them to get used to."

Varimathas gave orders to the two Forsaken Recruit detachment leaders, who immediately directed his men to begin driving the newly converted Forsaken out of the Scarlet Abbey.

The Dreadlord's mission had been completed very smoothly, and he had to admire Sakin's powerful analytical ability to understand the effects of the various areas of the Scarlet Monastery, and a trace of admiration arose in his heart.

At this time, Sakin was not idle, and the five hundred Forsaken recruits he personally led had already stormed the library, sweeping all the way to the place where the Scarlet Crusader mage troops gathered.

While mages have the advantage of long-range attacks against melee combat, it is as if their talent has been suppressed in the face of a tidal wave of Forsaken soldiers who do not retreat like this.

Many mages were swept away by the torrent of Forsaken soldiers before their magic chanting was over, and there was no time to cast any spells.

Sakin had expected that these Forsaken recruits, who could only fight at close quarters, would be stopped by the Scarlet Crusader Mages, but he didn't expect to be so easily attacked in front of the Orian Mage.

This guy was much more difficult to deal with than the Scarlet Crusader Mages, and the twenty Forsaken recruits had already surrounded him, but they didn't want to be blown away by his arcane blast spell.

Not only does this spell inflict instantaneous arcane damage, but it can also knock back Forsaken recruits, making it an unreasonable existence.

Enough Sakin quickly saw a flaw in the arcane mage, Duane, who had to recharge for a period of time every time he cast an arcane explosion spell to gather arcane magical energy.

Taking advantage of this gap, Sakin pinched his hidden spear javelin and stabbed him directly through his throat, blood gushing backwards down the head of the spear.

"You, according to the previous plan, quickly lead your men to clean up the library, and then rush to the arsenal to converge."

After stabbing out the javelin, Sagin gave orders to the squad leader who had been following him to clean up the battlefield, and then ordered the other squad leaders to lead their troops towards the arsenal.

In this way, Duane the Arcane was directly killed by Sagin, and all the books in the library were cleaned and packed and transported back to the Undercity......

"Before leaving, Chief Kane brought me a superstitious letter asking me to pay attention to the collection of human mages, which seems to imply this!"

Sakin watched as the Forsaken recruits packed and carried as he wandered around the library, seemingly searching for something!

Suddenly, a heavy book caught his attention, it was a new-looking paper book, which seemed a little out of place with the old books on the shelf.

Sakin stepped forward and pulled out the book, a book wrapped in animal skins, with the name "Compendium of the Fallen" written on it in the lingua franca of humanity.

The frowning commander of the Scarlet Crusader Sweep actually stopped in the middle of the battle, and he couldn't help but turn the first page because of this book that seemed very abrupt.