"Humans? Hehaha, don't be kidding, it's good for us to slaughter low-level livestock like humans, and if you want to resist, you will only die worse. St. Greif kicked Keane's body away. With his move, the silent undead knights behind him also drew their swords and rushed into the crowd to begin a frenzied and brutal slaughter.

Ordinary guards are no match for them at all, not to mention that each of them was a knight in life, and when they die, they become undead, and their power becomes even stronger.

"Destroy their heavy crossbows, destroy the drawbridge chains!" Saint Grave yelled, and the undead knights, who were immersed in the thrill of killing, shifted their attacks one after another after hearing the order.

"The guards take back the drawbridge and stop these damned blasphemers with all their might!" Before he had time to grieve and be angry at the aide-de-camp who was cold for the corpse, Bernard had suddenly realized that they were going to completely capture the Immortal Hospital. Bernard roared angrily, the mink cloak around him fell, revealing a piece of steel armor, and a sword filled with holy light had struck St. Grave.

Although Bernard knew that he could no longer be St. Greeve's opponent now, his strength would inevitably decline after he was over half a hundred years old, just like just now he was clearly on guard but still watched Adjutant Keane being killed with a frontal blow. Is this the strength of the Great Knight of the Undead?

Bernard felt that neither the Immortal House nor they were already doomed today, but the glory of being a White Sect Knight would not allow anyone to back down.

In addition to St. Grave and his knights, the five undead who were escorted were able to break free from their shackles on their own, and it seemed that they were indeed not imprisoned by the Hunting Undead Talisman. And these five undead seem to be spellcasters, and instead of focusing on harvesting the lives of ordinary guards, they stay where they are and seem to have begun to prepare some kind of complex and cumbersome large-scale spell.

Bernard saw the clue, but he was now struggling with St. Grave. The entire Immortal Courtyard garrison legion alone had at least two thousand guards, and countless guards flocked here one after another, but due to the terrain restrictions, they were firmly pinned down by a dozen or so powerful and tireless undead.

The five undead spellcasters did not seem to be in the White Cult in their previous lives, and they used the power of flames, massive spherical flames raining down from the sky, constantly killing and blocking the growing number of guards. From the smell of sulfur in the air, Bernard understood that it was the power of Ancient Chaos. The flames of chaos, a power that only the evil heretics in the Onmarsh would wield.

St. Grave has colluded with the heretics of Onuma, and I'm afraid they will make even bigger moves. Regarding Chaos, the first thing that comes to mind is the "Demon", an extremely evil and powerful monster born with flames, which is definitely the great enemy of the White Sect, including all human beings.

The "Bible" has recorded the crusade of the gods against the demons of Chaos, which was a cruel and long war, filled with gunpowder smoke and flowing with the blood of the gods.

"St. Greif, you have completely abandoned the glory of being a knight of the Lord God, and the divine punishment will finally descend and knock you into the abyss and hell that you cannot escape forever!" Bernard couldn't contain the anger in his heart.

"Hahaha, why are the undead afraid of divine punishment? The fate of the undead is the abyss. Hell? I think I'd love the temperature and the air there. Hehe, the undead have transcended all things, Brother Bernard, I would like to advise you to lay down your weapons and die obediently, maybe you can become a member of the undead army after death, you and I are still fellow brothers, isn't this beautiful? ”

The undead knight with evil intentions frantically swung his sword to suppress Benard, and the slightest negligence on the part of Benard would be dead.

"Greif, you are no longer worthy of the name of the Holy Spirit, and I will deprive you of your glory forever in the name of Lord God Lloyd!"

"The glory of the false gods, if you want it, you can take it, hahaha! St. Benate sounds pretty good. ”

The sudden change surprised Oscar a little, but it also made him determined. Oscar was running towards the drawbridge of the Immortal House, and now he couldn't think about it anymore. Because behind Oscar, he had noticed more and more undead people climbing over the ridge and coming towards him, and the target of these undead was undoubtedly the Immortal House.

If all this is really premeditated, if you directly let the undead army attack, I am afraid that at most you can only trap all the living in the undead courtyard, after all, you want to cross the moat without relying on the suspension bridge, unless the undead can fly.

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"Bernard, hand over the key obediently, we can discuss everything." Saint Greif's patience was still exhausted, not because he couldn't kill Bernard directly, but because the purpose of this trip, or the purpose of capturing the Immortal House, was not to target those trapped undead "compatriots". If you kill him directly, I'm afraid that the "key" will also sink into the sea.

"Key...... I don't know what key. Benard's face froze, but immediately denied it.

"Hehe, I guess I guessed right. The true meaning of the House of the Dead isn't just about imprisoning the undead, right? There's a path to the God's Domain, right? Listen to Bernard, give me the key, and the way to the Realm of God tells me that I can spare all of your lives. ”

"Hmph, you're too angry, haven't you noticed that your men are dying? But we've got more guards! ”

"No, no, no, we're more than the number of people. Hahaha, you'll understand later! ”

As expected, there were reinforcements behind the Great Knight of the Undead, and Bernard anxiously looked at the drawbridge at the city gate, was it still too late? If not, then he wouldn't mind using another method to burn these undead jade, the secrets of the Immortal House were far more important than the lives of them.

"Hmph, Benard, I'll spare you for a while." Greif kicked Bernard away, and he turned and rushed to the top of the gate. He had to make sure that the army of the undead could pass through the drawbridge...... Then, the Undead Legion will sweep through the Realm of the Gods through the "Road of the Undead House"! At the thought of this "great" thought, Greif's cold heart couldn't help but surge with excitement.

Oscar finally stepped onto the drawbridge, nimbly dodging the few arrows fired from the walls, perhaps too busy to concentrate on attacking him. Oscar was right, and Greif alone and the remaining knights and five spellcasters temporarily blocked the flood of guards, who occupied the castle tower to ensure that the drawbridge was not raised.

"Summon demons! We have to make sure that the plan is foolproof! "Greif gives the caster the final order.

The five casters stabbed their arms, allowing the thick plasma to flow out, the blood seemed to take on life, and an evil chaotic aura began to emerge......