If the second explosion only made Casa realize that the sender was a madman, then the third explosion had already made Casa a little afraid of the unknown sender-

Before Kasa could recover from the explosion, the ground beneath his feet began to throb faintly and rapidly.

A heavy sense of foreboding came over Casa's mind, like a salted snake swimming down his throat. The salty are speechless, and the thirsty traveler is like the desert.

“——”

Casa slammed the door shut, and then opened his mouth to try to call the guards.

But the feeling of dryness and thirst made his mouth move slightly, but no sound came out.

He quickly cleared his throat and shouted, "Come-"

Just the first syllable came out of Casa's mouth, and the tremor under Casa's feet instantly went crazy, shaking violently, throwing Casa directly out and hitting the wall, almost biting his tongue.

At the same time, a huge roar sounded outside the window, and the sound waves directly shattered the window, scattering irregular glass fragments on the ground, and the eyeballs of a corpse dressed in children's clothes were even directly pierced by a spear-like fragment and nailed to the ground.

Kassa's call didn't stutter in the slightest, and it turned into a wail the moment it exited.

But before he could cry out to vent the pain in his heart, he felt the whole house tilt slightly in horror.

Being buried alive is not something that can be solved by the immortality of the undead. What's more, in a place like Fortune City, as long as he enters the resurrection state, other street managers will not hesitate to take action and snatch his territory and wealth in a very short time.

They can even use the wealth of the Casa to ask a sorcerer to seal the Casa.

– This must not be allowed.

The blind fool sharpens his ignorance into a sharp blade, and raises a blade strong enough to stab the savior with the sheath of righteousness—

For some reason, Kasa suddenly remembered a famous quote from the Truth Society.

Really...... I was just scared crazy.

"The untouchables...... That madman, how dare you ......"

In the middle of Casa's staccato words, he noticed that the house that had been tilted a little before had stopped was tilting again!

Casa was almost terrified.

He had nothing to do in the face of such a situation.

His profession is a Ghost Overseer, a fragile class that bears some resemblance to the Puppeteer, summoning ghosts from corpses that have died at his own hands and assembling various undead constructs to overwhelm enemies in numbers, and increasing the effectiveness of these vulnerable Fallen against strong units through various group blessings.

Once Casa unfolded his legions in an open area, he could almost outwhelm some small legions. Although he was only silver, he had no ability to incarnate and no resistance to the Assassins, but in previous battles, the undead's immortal body had left him fearless.

This time, however, the situation was different.

This is not a battlefield, but a city of wealth.

He has a reason not to fail.

He had come here with a noble mission—not a self-righteous order from the madmen of the Truth Society, but the last hope of the undead, the ruined nation of Elcat.

Elcat, the land of fairies, Elcat, the silver of the water, the Calamity-free Elcat, the blessed land, the pivot of Gaia, the birthplace of mankind......

These glorious names are now only left with an almost mocking "land of the dead".

And the undead seem to have forgotten the glory of the past, and their hearts have been corrupted by the endless time, and even those false gods are in the same stream.

Three hundred years ago, the Silver Queen of Elcart foresaw the rebellion of the gods, prayed to the Sages for immortality before they left for the Outlands, and used it to resist the legions of the gods after the gods rebelled and usurped the scepter.

Even the noble races, with their blood in the blood of gold, chose to flee this world after the gods rebelled, not daring to oppose the holders of authority, even if they did not hold one-ten-thousandth of it.

Revolt.

I don't agree.

That's the glory of the silver seed.

Casa, and his fellow undead, were so proudly convinced.

That war lasted ten years. Now the dry ground there is as smooth as mud, and you can faintly smell blood just by stepping on it.

It wasn't the remnants of the breath, but the influence of the warriors' will.

Although Casa did not participate in that war at the time, he still felt his blood boiling when he thought of the soldiers picking up their heads from the pool of blood, holding them in their arms and starting to charge.

- However, the Silver Queen was personally assassinated by the Lord of Darkness, and this war between mortals finally began to be completely unbalanced due to the intervention of outsiders.

Although the Silver Queen Monom did not die directly, for some reason, the Silver Queen, who did not perform the transformation ceremony and separated from the human body, quickly aged and lost the strength to charge alongside the warriors.

So, Elkart was defeated.

The cost of defeat was undoubtedly terrible, but the undead firmly believed that even if Elcater was defeated, the innocent silver spirit would never die.

Such a noble spirit has been inherited for more than a hundred years, and after the Silver Queen was summoned by the Eternal Sleep Master to pass away, the spiritual pillar of the undead collapsed violently, and quickly decayed and collapsed.

They begin to feel no pleasure, their sense of taste begins to gradually lose, their emotions are wiped out little by little by endless cold thoughts, and other desires become more and more cold, only obsessions are deepened.

Thus, sinful thoughts began to sprout from the cold heart. Not to mention others, even Casa himself can't get back the blood of the year.

This is not a description, but a real word of sorrow.

He began to join the evil and entered the city of wealth on his own initiative, cooperating with cultists like the Truth Society to kill innocents indiscriminately. Desecration of corpses......

He sadly discovers that he is beginning to gradually become the kind of person he used to hate the most.

Now, the undead have finally realized that they are a noble race only under the banner of the pale silver.

Now that the Silver Queen is gone, they are no different from a pack of abandoned dogs.

So, the noble, unified, supposedly insulated from the mundane struggles of the undead have finally begun to be divided by infighting.

The reason for the split is a phrase left by the Silver Queen. About her designated successor to the undead.

"Omenous Bird! You need mercury as blood, the crown of thorns—"

That's what she left behind.

She said that when the spirits of the dead meet their new king, they will naturally understand who the prophecy is referring to.

Thus, among the spirits of the dead, there were many factions that went to the new king and those who adapted to reality, and those who thought that the new king could save them and those who could not. Elcatel is in chaos right now.

Just then, someone heard that Falina of the City of Fortune had received the Apocalypse. The content of the apocalypse is this sentence.

The undead were undoubtedly in a commotion. Many of the undead have traveled to the City of Fortune, and in order to avoid the most respected guests of one of the City's most honored guests, the undead first have to drive Falina out of the City of Wealth.

After that, it is up to the undead to welcome her back as a new king or to kill her before succeeding to the throne.

At least Casa never believed in the existence of a new king.

The Silver Queen is supreme, and instead of being tarnished by their color, the pale silver banner should be directly broken off by herself, at least it can retain a little of its old glory.

So—

"I can't die here yet!"

He clenched his teeth, and his gray pupils burst open, revealing a faint bright red layer inside.

The blood that had been lost for hundreds of years gradually ignited from Kassa's heart, and at that moment it seemed to break through some barrier, and various emotions began to surge from Kasa's heart.

"It's—"

Casa was shocked.

That's it...... There is no need to gather under the banner of a new king - no, there is no such thing as a new king at all!

If the Queen wants a successor, she can do so directly to her loyal people. It can be seen that that sentence is just a poem of the queen on her deathbed, and it is by no means some bullshit prophecy that those scholars say.

Holding on to the wall, Casa barely stood up and stumbled towards the basement.

The basement is not very far, and out of this room is a staircase, and you can go down two floors to the basement.

That's where he held prisoners, used their bone marrow to breed spindles, and where he operated the Tyrans Dam.

He decided to listen to the madman.

Even if tens of thousands of people would be drowned in the flood because of the dam opening, it would not be his business.

He must live and tell the people of Elcart this important news.

- Elcat, who will not die because of the pale silver break!

So Casa contained hope and opened the door to the basement.

But he didn't see that the chest and abdomen of the walking corpse in his bedroom began to shrink inexplicably—

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This is the last chapter of the public version. It's on the shelves tomorrow.,If nothing else, there should be three chapters updated.。

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