The ground was filled with an endless air of death, and the once magnificent temple of light had been eclipsed, and the sky was gray. Weak light filtered through the dilapidated windows of St. Sham's Cathedral and shone over the ruined idols.

The gods who were once worshipped by all beings had never been so devastated, and in the end the faith guarded by the knights and believers was nothing more than mortal rubble, and it may not be long before they were contaminated by the wind and rain and turned to powder.

Rows of dead knights sat in the corners, some of them even headless, dried blood stains condensed on the surface of their ornate armor, unable to be washed away even by a torrential rain.

Whether it's the broken idols, the headless knights, and the mess around them, they all seem to describe a brutal and tragic battle that was experienced here not long ago.

Outside the church, almost all the houses on the ground were on fire or had turned into burnt char as puffs of smoke billowed into the sky. The whole city burned in a dead silence, as there were few creatures left to howl.

Only one of the undead remained, without any breath of a living person, wandering aimlessly like a displaced soul. Some of them wore armor and clutched their weapons tightly in their hands; Some were naked, withered, with their hands held high, as if they were asking for something from the unknown, curling up, leaning on, and even fearing something.

Could it be that after becoming undead, even if they lose all consciousness and memory, they are still praying for salvation from the gods?

"We're too late...... There are only dead corpses left here. What should we do, perhaps we should die with all our brothers in this is the best end, and I only ask the Lord God to forgive me for my sins......" Sylvin knelt down in front of the idol and muttered to himself, the total annihilation of the White Legion had dealt him too hard, and he thought that he would be the one who survived.

"Hey, bro. It's not your fault, even a determined and powerful knight like the Grand Knight Captain can't save everyone, only the enemy is too strong and evil. But the Lord God is guiding us to escape this fate, which proves that we still have the value to live, and we should pick ourselves up and do what we can to save as many people as possible. ”

Parker patted Sylvin on the shoulder, and although the fact was equally unbearable, he was never a man to give up, believing that the gods had given him an unshirkable mission. He believes that it all makes sense and is valuable.

"I'm sorry that the undead have committed such outrageous crimes, but I still hope that you will find hope and faith, and that there is still much to be done. Even if it's an undead, I think I'll fight for the living. ”

Oscar can only do his best to comfort these two people who have lived and died together.

"Oscar, you're right, although you are an immortal, I can feel that you still have a human heart. If it weren't for your help along the way, I don't think we would have survived here. I've always heard that the mission of the undead lies in the far north, where there may be a way to save the world...... Do you think we should go there? ”

"No, Parker, we still have the necessary things to do. The undead army will march east after slaughtering Thurintton, and we must warn all the cities before the undead that only all the living can unite against the undead army. ”

Sylvin interrupted Parker's thoughts, and he continued, "Leave the mission of the undead to Oscar himself, after all, the two of us living with him will only become a burden, won't we." ”

"I agree, it's too dangerous for you to follow me, I heard that all the captured undead have been sent to the north, and the journey is not expected to be peaceful. But now you have to overtake the march of the undead, and I'm afraid it's dangerous! ”

"No, we can do it somewhere else, faster."

"You mean the harbor boat?"

"Yes, we are only a few days away from here to the nearest harbor, and if we can find a few good horses, we will be able to sail as fast as we can."

"But we don't even know if the harbor has been taken over by the undead, and we may fall short as well."

"But at least we still have hope, don't we, if we just chase the ass of the undead army, we'll never get the word out."

……

At this moment, they are about to part ways, and they are still persistent for their respective ideas.

Oscar now has someone in mind that he wants to meet, and while it is likely that this will not be fulfilled until he dies, he also has the idea of reaching the Far North to find out. If the curse of the undead spreads to every corner of the world, then those he cares about will surely be affected as well.

So only by curbing this immortal scourge at the source can we save more people, he thought. He can even find a way to solve the curse of the undead and turn back into a human......

And Parker and Sylven, two inseparable brothers, who are now burdened with the blood debt of thousands of lives throughout Thurrington, believe that no matter how many hardships and dangers will not shake the belief in the hearts of the two people, they are true knights, knights who sacrifice their lives for the Lord God and fight for justice and glory.

"Oscar, I don't know if I'll see you again in the future, but you're at least the most outstanding immortal I've ever seen. It's a strange statement, but I have a lot of respect for your help in sacrificing our lives. And you also told us that not all undead are crazy and brutal monsters who just want to plunder life, and maybe we can find more undead like you. ”

Parker's sincere words made the corners of Oscar's mouth curl, he knew that it was better to help someone, no matter how hard he tried, than to hurt someone at will with a sharp blade.

Originally, Oscar should have no concept of right and wrong, good and evil after becoming an immortal, and let the shackles of human morality bind him, but he still obeyed the will in his heart. He does not want to be an immortal in the pursuit of "freedom" and "liberation", he is proud of the fate he bears, and he firmly believes in it.

Sylven didn't say much, but he still said to Oscar: "If you can come back, we are still alive, I hope I can invite you to drink again." For the sake of saving several of our lives, I will not pursue you for smashing the bottle of wine that I have treasured for more than ten years. Tsk, that kind of wine may never be drunk again......"

Well, if it weren't for Sylvin's gag, the three of them might have looked too tragic when they said goodbye, after all, they all knew that they were gone, and there was no return......