In the entire city, the place that was least affected by the undead was the sewer where Oscar and the others were now, or the underground black market.

Of course, not all of the sewers on the street could reach the real black market, so they were led by Sylven to find the entrance to a hidden wine cellar.

Sylvin expertly drew two torches from a corner and lit them, and the dark passage was suddenly brightened, dark and damp, with a musty stench in the air.

"We'll have to be careful, there may not be many undead here, but every dark corner is a mortal danger. It's full of corruption, and the living don't stay here for long. And I'm afraid these black marketeers are the first to know about the 'news'. ”

"And now we're the only living creatures?"

"Shh......h Don't make a sound. ”

Oscar motioned for the two to slow down, and then he slammed his sword into the crack in the rock above his head, followed by a shrill hiss, and when he pulled it out again, a black mass slammed into the trio's feet.

"It's a mouse, a mouse-like mouse, you see, its green fangs will make you poison even if you don't bite you in one bite." Even Oscar, who is an undead, doesn't want to try the taste of being bitten by such a rat.

"Listen, that's what. How do I think something is coming towards us! Parker pricked up his ears, as if sensing the agitation in the darkness ahead.

"Run! It's a mouse. Swarms of rats! Sylvin smelled the familiar musty smell.

The three of them turned around and ran, at this time, no matter how strong Oscar was, he couldn't match these mutant rats that could jump up and down, let alone the other two living people.

"Be careful!"

But Oscar warned too late, or rather they rushed too quickly, and Sylvin was thrown to the ground by a figure that emerged from the darkness. It turned out to be an undead man, and just as it was about to bite Sylvyn's neck, Oscar shaved off its head with a sword, and Sylven's face was splashed with black, stinky blood.

"Let's go, leave me alone! They're already here! ”

But Parker still dragged Ciel from the ground in a hurry, but when he turned his head, he saw dense shiny green eyes behind them, and at this time Parker had only one thought in his heart: "It's over!" It's going to be eaten up by rats. There could be no worse way to die. ”

Oscar pulled out the bottle of liquor hidden in his pocket, and then threw it forward, along with the torch in his hand.

Bang ——! I saw a pale blue flame burst out in front of them, and several rats also caught fire on their bodies. If there is a more disgusting smell in the world than this mouse, it must be emitted by the charred rat.

The liquor floated on the ankle-high water of the sewer and could not be extinguished for a while, and the rats, who were naturally afraid of flames, did not dare to step beyond the flames.

The three of them took the opportunity to climb the ladder leading to the top of the sewer, and the flames from the bottle of liquor were finally extinguished, and swarms of rats hovered like a raised hill under their feet, but fortunately the mutated rats could not climb that high

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"Don't you feel ashamed of your name, St. Lunas? I've looked down on you even more since you abandoned your most loyal followers, and I don't feel worthy of their deaths. And what are you praying for now, do you think you can still ask for a little mercy from the hands of those false gods? Hahaha, if you're still a knight, come out and make a break with me. ”

Known as the Undead Maharaja, his arrogant words echoed throughout St. Sham's Cathedral.

Thurington's last line of defense had been routed to the cathedral, as the powerful undead who were still conscious joined the battle, and they were barely able to fight back. The White Legion, led by the Silver Knight known to the undead as St. Lunas, will now face a final battle, and the undead have surrounded them, along with the remaining civilians in the city.

"Even if we die, we will eventually return to the arms of the Lord God, instead of living humblely, shamefully, and filthyly like a monster that has lost its humanity. I never imagined that the famous heroic knight Orosa would be so ugly and comical after his death, proud of the slaughter of unarmed civilians? Fulfill your ambitions by playing with the souls of the dead? You have tarnished the glory of your life, hehe. ”

St. Lunas took off his helmet with his left hand, revealing his aging face and short gray hair, he may have been tired, but there was still a fire burning in his eyes.

"Maybe your whole life has been dedicated to the so-called Lloyd and his White Religion, but have you ever thought that he is just a two-legged animal? It may be difficult for you to accept this reality in your old age, but have you ever wondered how you will believe in the curse of the undead if it has already consumed your gods? You can imagine returning to the arms of death, death is the best beginning, you can pray that you will become immortal, and you will have more power than when you were younger! ”

"No, the splendor of the Lord God is like the sun that never falls, and all gloom and darkness will be consumed by the flames, and the sins of the immortal will be judged......"

"Wake up! Old man, how many years has the whole church not seen a real oracle, and has not received a positive response from the Lord God, let alone a divine descendation for the believers of the world. You should know best that the gods have abandoned everyone, that the corpses of the gods have rotted in the corners of the gods, and that you are as stupid as you are still clinging to your so-called beliefs. ”

"Don't think I don't know anything, what is it to hunt all the immortals in the world, this must be the dirty conspiracy of that group of false gods! It's a pity that they can't stop it themselves. Come on, old man! Let me destroy your faith, and let me send you to tell the false gods that the undead are no longer human, and the undead will never be slaves! ”

"Wishful thinking! Your divine punishment, I will give it to you! ”

The one-armed St. Lunas swung his sword, and the blade of the sword glowed with a golden-white light, a gift from the gods to the devout disciples, and the purest power condensed by the lifelong faith of the high knights.

The fallen heroic knight Olorosa had a mad smile on his face, his sword clinging to a black and beating flame like an abyss, which burned even more fiercely with the greedy lust for "humanity".

When the two forces of light and darkness collided with the two figures, the day and night in the entire church became a line of separation, and in an instant, the two opposing colors suddenly intertwined, as if the surrounding space was distorted and torn.

The knights of the White Cult, devout believers, the light in their eyes gradually faded as the figure of St. Lunas was engulfed by darkness.