Here, the moonlight is just right.

Looking through the hazy moonlight, you can see the sluggish dark shadows walking through the streets and alleys of parts of this quiet and lively town.

People outside this part of the city went to bed early, and even though they knew that part of the city was surrounded by several churches, they could not sweep away the fear in their hearts.

The cold wind blows through the cracks between the bones of the 'undead', and the flesh of these dead and undead things who have come out of their homes to chew on the flesh of the living has long since disappeared, and every time the moon rises, even if the remnant sun still sheds its last rays on the earth, their flesh and blood will be melted away by the arrival of night, turning into an immortal monster.

Tiny soul fires floated through the skulls, and the undead wandered aimlessly through the blockaded city.

'They' want to gnaw on the flesh of living creatures to vent their resentment and anger in the depths of their souls, but the city has long been closed, and the 'power of death' that lingers on the blockade makes 'them' too afraid to touch it.

The treatment that lasted for more than a month did not have any effect on them, and even their life status during the day was declining, and the trajectory of their lives was gradually deviating in the direction of death.

Time was running out for the Church of Radiance and the Church of the Reaper, but they still hadn't been able to come up with a solution.

The potion that cures the plague has long been taken by the infected, but for the indomed, it is the 'necromancy' that works, not the plague.

In order to distinguish these 'undead' from the undead, and to soothe their hearts and spirits, the Church of the Grim Reaper refers to these infected as 'Nightcrawlers'.

When night falls, it is the time of their transformation from 'living creatures' to 'undead', because because of their presence, the city has not seen gang-to-gang fights for quite some time, and there are far fewer nocturnal people.

Fearing that this state of theirs would be contagious to others, the clergy of the two churches did not even dare to move them outside the city.

For this reason, the rulers of the city-state have protested several times, and even the inhabitants have expressed their concern, and some have begged the people of the two churches to let the 'nightcrawlers' leave their city.

But the people in both churches wouldn't do that, and they wouldn't dare to do that!

Even after the incident, the clergy of the two churches who traveled all over the continent rushed to this side, but compared to the huge number of nightkkins, the two churches, plus the Church of Justice, the Church of the Passion, the Church of Love, etc., were not enough to control all the nightkkins.

If one of the Nightkin is out of their control, and their 'Nightkin' status is capable of infecting others, then not only the city, but also the surrounding cities and villages may be threatened.

The damage is immeasurable, so no matter what others say, the clergy of the Church, after some discussion, came to the conclusion that it would be another matter whether they could be cured by appeasing these nightcrawlers first, and that the main thing was to stop this alternative 'plague' from spreading outward.

During the day, the Church of Radiance and the Church of Justice will wander outside the blockade, and at night, it will be the turn of the Church of the Grim Reaper and the Church of the Passion.

The cloaked clergy of the Church of the Death with long sticks in their hands were like gods of their faith, their mouths tightly closed, and they would not have spoken if the person they spoke to had not spoken first.

'The Silencer,' that's what others have given them, but even for this kind of thing, they don't say no.

Almost all clergy imitate the deities they believe in, and the clergy of the Church of the Reaper are the same, they learn from their deities, do things in silence, and prefer to express their thoughts by 'deeds' rather than 'speech'.

When they passed by the clergy of the Church of the Suffering, they only nodded silently, which was considered a greeting.

Fortunately, however, the clergy of the Church of the Victims were also quite reticent, and they got along well with each other.

The clergy who wandered outside the blockade would only be concerned if any Nightkin had left the blockade, and they would not pay any attention to it.

The night was so quiet that apart from the cold wind blowing across the earth, there was only the creaking of bones and movement.

In the locked-down city, the sane 'Night Stalkers' weave through the empty alleys.

There are no living creatures in 'their' range, and the creatures of the sewers are afraid to go to the surface for fear of the breath of death on the ground.

The thick ground conceals the breath of life, leaving the Nightkin unscathed.

Suddenly, one of the skeletons stopped moving, and then slowly raised its head again, looking at the sky.

The clouds obscured the moonlight, and the blue soul fire in the eye socket began to flutter violently, and the emotions and consciousness in the soul were gradually awakened.

It was the first time he had awakened in the night, and he had never known that the world was like this in the eyes of the undead—

Everything seems to be obscured by a hazy veil, and it is not clear to see things at all, and most of the things are black, white and gray, and only a few things that contain magic and elements take on other colors.

He didn't know what 'life' looked like in the eyes of the undead, but he could imagine that 'life' must have a very beautiful color, so beautiful that they couldn't help but want to take it for themselves...... I want to eat that beauty in my stomach and become one with myself.

In this state, he doesn't seem to have any positive emotions, and even when he recalls the 'good memories' of the past, a kind of unprovoked disgust suddenly appears, slowly polluting the memories.

Even if he forces himself not to remember the past, this hatred will still remain, constantly pulling him towards the opposite of 'life'.

At this time, he finally understood why the undead were so hungry for 'life' - they had both a desire for that 'beauty' and a disgust for memories of the past, and in the case of a combination of the two, no matter how much they loved life before, they would slowly develop a hatred for life after death.

The existence of 'undead' is a kind of torture for the soul itself, but there are always many people who turn into undead with the idea of 'wanting to live'......

Click!

Moving his jaw, he seemed to want to open his mouth to laugh, but the undead's very existence didn't allow him to do so.

Nor was he strong enough to use his magic to shake the air to make sounds, which was the prerogative of the 'High Undead'.

The Nightkin were only flesh and blood melting, and their clothes were still on their bodies.

I felt in my pocket, and as expected, I found a small bottle in my pocket.

With the bottle in hand, he walked to the sewers—one of the entrances to the sewers was in the city, though the priests had already sealed it off.

However, they had no idea that someone had dug a passage to the sewer in their home.

Everyone in this city is a 'Nightkin', even him, but he sacrificed himself for the sake of the 'plan' and took the initiative to transform himself into a Nightcrawler.

The Church of Radiance and the Church of Death had already confirmed this, but they would never have imagined that anyone would dare to do such a thing.

The 'Nightcrawler' is irreversible, and after studying this 'disease' for more than a month, the clergy must have confirmed it, which is why they are so relieved of the residents of this city.

The 'arrogant', 'self-righteous' clergy would never have imagined that it was not 'necromancy' that caused the 'Nightkin' state, but a 'plague' - a plague of magic that could transform living creatures between 'life' and 'death'.

This plague can be eliminated during the incubation period, but who will pay attention to a group of ordinary people who are not sick and painless, and let them drink the medicine to cure the plague?

This is a feast of the 'plague', and the 'Night Ghost' plague is about to devour everyone in the city......