With screams of despair and inaction in the terror, they rippled far over the town, and the ill-intentioned blood-eyed crows flew down on the roof of the chapel, as if waiting for the ominous arrival.

"Bad ......"

The old man didn't care about Haoran anymore, turned around and rushed into the chapel.

"Sea ...... Heidegger, help me! Help me......"

Just as Haoran followed the old man to the basement of the chapel, a weak woman's voice came out.

The old wooden door was pushed open by the old man, and the trembling light of the fire on the wall shone through the wooden door, and by the faint light, the scene in the basement gradually became clear.

More than a dozen plank beds were neatly laid out in the basement, and many wounded civilians were tied to them. Their bodies were littered with wounds of various sizes, as if they had been bitten by wild beasts, and the blood stains were black and purple when coagulated, and no one would have thought that they were alive if it weren't for the vague moans.

Weak moans echoed in my ears, and the rich smell of blood filled my noses, looking around the dark, damp basement, looking at those helpless people who could only wait for death, standing in place stupidly! It seems that his heartbeat has also stopped, and he has lived in a peaceful era since he was a child, even if he has seen many dead people, when has he ever seen such a scene like purgatory.

Haoran's heart roared, no matter how you look at such a scene, it looks like a perverted laboratory doing human experiments in American blockbusters, how could he be calm.

The flaming torches crackled, and the flickering light of the fire was dim but clearly reflected the woman in the basement who was begging for help.

She was also tied to a wooden bed, her original appearance was no longer visible, all she could see was the rotting skin, and all she could hear was the faint call.

"Uh...... Heidegger ...... Is that you...... Sea...... Derg ......"

A middle-aged man with a haggard face, sunken eyes, and a messy beard all showed his exhaustion, and even his strong body, which was cast like steel, seemed to be overwhelmed, as if it was slightly bent by some heavy burden.

Haoran stared at the woman lying on the bed, and a message that made him uneasy came to mind.

Race: Demonized humans

Name: Mira-Ammon ????

A human on the verge of being demonized! After looking around, Hao Ran found that all the people who were being helped in this basement were invaded by the demon Liliang, wouldn't it be a time bomb to put them here?

Hao Ran just wanted to step forward and pull the middle-aged man away, but was stopped by the old man standing in front of him waving his hand. Haoran turned his head to look at the old man, the traces of the years were deeply engraved on his face, but the ruthless time did not seem to wear out the old man's faith, because the long gray hair still could not hide his eyes that shimmered with mysterious light.

But Hao Ran didn't understand, the old man weishenme wanted to stop himself, didn't he know that these injured villagers could turn into demons anytime and anywhere?

"Mira...... My wife! I ......"

Simple words, but revealing despair and sadness!

"Heidegger, are you there? Are you ......?"

Slowly, Xiangshang's outstretched hand seemed to be trying his best to grab it, but he couldn't reach his lover who was close at hand from beginning to end, his desperate eyes seemed to be silently calling his lover's name, and his trembling body didn't know how long she could hold on.

Xiangshang's outstretched hand fell weakly, but despair and sadness seemed to take away all the strength in her body, and just when she thought that she would not be able to see her lover again until she died, a strong hand held his weakly hanging hand tightly.

"Mira! My wife, I'm here...... I'm not going to leave you, I'm here ......"

The flickering flames reflected the desperate expressions of the helpless townsfolk and the grief-stricken countenances of Heidegg-Ammon.

Looking at Heidegger and Mirana in silence, the old man standing at the door did not disturb them, but just relaxed his movements as much as possible, silently picked up the torch and checked everyone tied to the wooden bed, because he knew that this might be the first time Heidegger and his wife Zuihou met.

Before the Meteor struck Hradim Abbey (the predecessor of Tristrem Cathedral), Heidegger was a young husband and dutiful father to New Tristram.

But since the fall of the flame meteor, the dark clouds have obscured the day, and the relatives and friends who had died once again crawled out of the cemetery, turning into six relatives who do not recognize the demon and killing their original relatives and compatriots, and the whole Shijie is in endless chaos.

Villages were scorched to earth, poor children lost their parents, and what was even more terrifying was that those parents who had died actually came back to life, not only killing their own children but also eating their flesh and blood one bite at a time. Compared to those terrifying demons, such a death is undoubtedly no more terrifying than the mouth of the dead demon.

And now the man who is crying silently in front of Haoran's eyes, Heidegger, his children were killed by those resurrected demons, and his wife is about to become those ugly and abominable resurrected corpses, even the strong people can't withstand such a blow!

What's more, if you want the souls of your wives and children to rest in peace, you have to kill them before they become immortal, but how can Heidegger do it?

"Heidegger, I know our child is dead, but I can't suppress the evil liliang in my body now...... Honey, please let us die quietly......" Mira, who had returned to the light, took a breath of zuihou, and her cold and weak hand fell softly on the bed board.

"No...... No, Mira...... Not ......"

Heidegger's cry of grief echoed in his ears, and the old man who examined the wounded stopped his movements.

Haoran silently looked at the grieving Heidegger, the same man, although he had not experienced the same thing, but at this moment he found that he could clearly read Heidegger's current mood.

"Ouch......" The low sigh was particularly harsh in the basement where wailing and moaning coexisted.

In the entire basement, except for Hao Ran, the only people who remained awake were the old man who was holding a torch to check the townspeople, and the low sigh really frightened the old man, and the human beings who were invaded by the breath of hell all became demons without exception, and ordinary people would not be able to bear the breath of hell and die even if they were just scratched for a period of time, so they would become resurrected corpses and continue to mutilate their compatriots.

However, there are very few humans who can remain awake despite being invaded by the breath of hell. Except for those strong people of different races with powerful abilities, they can not be affected by Hell Liliang, but they can also absorb Hell Liliang to strengthen themselves, but such a strong person is tied behind him and sighs, how can it not be shocking, even if it is an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years.