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Chapter 54 Madness

A dense explosion was heard behind him, and without hesitation, Gray immediately and deftly ducked into the empty shop beside him. Not even enough time to catch his breath, a scorching wave of dust and dirt pressed against his cheeks, sweeping the streets unstoppably, blowing everything he came across.

Slightly looking sideways at the street that had become a mess in an instant, Gray looked up speechlessly, staring at the pillar of fire that had slammed into the sky.

In the roar of the violent explosion, he saw a terrifying jet-black pillar of fire piercing through the sky.

Although the flames died away as soon as they slammed into the sky, he could clearly see that the sky was distorted even at the eerily high temperature of the black flames. The dust raised by the explosion was centered there, and it swept out savagely.

When the aftermath of the wave had completely passed, Gray did not hide, but cautiously walked out of the store that had been emptied.

The next moment, the long knife in his hand brought up an inky black afterimage, and slashed fiercely at a man who tried to sneak up on him with a wooden spear. The long knife brought a steady wind whistle and gently slit the belly of the opponent.

Ignoring the man who fell to the ground and struggled, he carefully watched the jet-black tongues of fire scattered from the air, and deftly avoided the many broken wood chips that had been swept into the air by the explosion.

In the dark red sky, a sky-high flame ignited from the pillar of fire, and the earth shook with violent explosions, and the disrepaired houses crumbled and collapsed, rolling up dust, and even the sky seemed to shake violently.

Suddenly, Gray jerked sideways, flashing a tongue of fire falling from the sky at high speed. This thrilling situation made him quite nervous, because although he had never been directly hit by the flames, after watching the battle in the center of the battlefield, he could clearly understand that this level of magic was not something he could resist.

Able to burn the blood servants and werewolves with excellent recovery abilities to ashes, Gray knows that this strange flame can wipe him out even if it is only a wisp.

Moving more cautiously through the streets, Gray lost his natural skill of hearing in the loud sound of magic, and the arrows that were drowned out of the air always shot at him suddenly and quickly from above.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Just because after shooting the arrows, the archers of the Orthodox Cross diocese could not be complacent for long. Exposed to their position, they would soon be sniped by more swift iron arrows, and with their strength, Gray believed that soon, he would never see a single feathered arrow again.

What he cared more about than the shooter in the Orthodox Cross diocese was that after the successive explosions, he clearly felt that the temperature in the town was slowly rising. And this is quite an important thing for a blasphemer who has been active in the realm of the undead.

After all, unless they have special skills, no blasphemer can exert their full strength when they are exposed to the heat.

The explosions didn't stop, but Gray, who had gradually moved away from the center of the battle, was not worried, and the idea of supporting his teammates behind him was not in his mind.

He was firmly convinced that the moment the X-Type War Wizard was activated, the battle that was not war at all would be over.

The end is predestined before it starts, and all players in the realm of the dead are so convinced.

And Gray was far away from the fiercest of the fighting, but he wasn't alone along the way - the helpless NPCs stood in the street in panic, screaming and running, and one by one becoming the undead under the knives of the standard knives in his hands.

All sorts of NPCs fell under his sword, both male and female, richly dressed and tattered. In fact, in the realm of the undead, where iron and discipline are celebrated, killing these civilians will not give him the slightest merit in battle.

Still, Gray didn't hesitate to swing his long knife.

Again lightly pinning a man with a worn-out weapon to the wall, he did not kill the other party immediately, but gently twisted the long knife that had already pierced the other person's heart.

Squinting his blue eyes, he could see the resentment in the man's heart and the panic hidden in the cold expression in the other's eyes.

Until he drew his long knife and died, it was as real.

Gray smiled, and he ran down the house again. The head was rolling, the number of dead people was increasing, and the blood even made his clothes heavy, leaving bright red footprints with every step.

In the pleading and cursing in the NPC, he vaguely remembered his childhood summer vacation. At that time, he was always helping out in his grandmother's fields in his hometown, trying to harvest the crops that turned golden in the setting sun.

It's like, it's really like.

Constantly cutting off the head in front of him, in the frenzied slaughter, he experienced the joy of destruction, and his whole body was filled with a feeling of comfort. The NPC's screams and cries for the loss of his family faded away from his head, and he was completely immersed in the killing and running wild, as happy as his first Christmas as a child.

Suddenly, he faintly heard a voice not far away, which had been deliberately suppressed.

With a hot head, he didn't think much about it, his palm wiped his face full of warm blood, and in one hand he held a long standard knife that was still dripping blood, and ran quickly and silently with the assassination pace of the military, and almost instantly rushed into the store where the sound came from.

The place where the voice came from was a gear store, and looking at the dazzling high-quality equipment, he shouted in his heart for luck. Without saying a word, he carried a long knife and silently rushed towards the man who was facing away from him and was discussing with the man under the counter.

However, before his long horizontal knife could be slashed, a huge force like a battering ram suddenly came from the back of his head, and in an instant, he lost the ability to think, and crashed into the wooden cabinet next to him like a cannonball.

As he lay down, his eyes were dark, his body was covered with sharp wooden thorns, blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he could even feel the head in his skull shaking frantically.

"Woo......"

He opened his mouth to speak, but only to make a meaningless sound.

But even so, he didn't give up.

His feeble hand struggled to grip the long knife, and he struggled with his life in the broken debris, and with no one hindering him, he roared and actually got up from it, but only took two steps before he suddenly stopped, and fell back into the bloodied debris.

Looking at the life force that fell to the bottom like weightlessness, his consciousness slowly lost control of his body, and in the darkness of his vision, he still couldn't believe that he had died like this.

In this way, inexplicably, I didn't even know how to die.

What the hell is going on?

However, the system didn't have time for him to think slowly, and his consciousness quickly left his body as his life force returned to zero. And before returning to the tomb of the kingdom of the dead, he only heard a harsh voice in his ear:

", the dead are not welcome here."