With a flick of its bleeding, withered pale arm, it shoved the last ghoul thug who had buried itself in it and gnawed its intestines, shoved it away with brutal and forceful force, staggered to its feet, and walked towards a source that was calling.

It was shrouded in a strange creature-like creepy pale mist.

The ghoul "eater" roared twice in reluctance, tearing off the last part of his intestines and chewing it in his mouth, but probably because of the breath of his own kind, he did not attack the walking corpse.

The old man's strange walking corpse, transformed by necromancy, staggered into the fog.

If you look at it from its perspective, you can see that the shadows in front of it are all similar figures standing in the fog, swaying from side to side.

Some of the walking corpses had their arms swollen and countless strange eyeballs cracked in the middle of their muscles, some of them had an extra baby or an old man's head on the shoulders of their originally young bodies, and some of them were unisexes, fused together like husband and wife, and let out meaningless screams of tenderness and vicissitudes respectively.

These terrifying walking corpses and ghouls have formed an army of necromancers that have completely taken over the camp where thousands of homeless people were located.

The most terrifying of these is a monstrous humanoid creature called the Sons of Abhoth. The humanoid body was covered with emerald and gem-like cysts, the limbs were abnormally swollen and twisted, the tips of the joints and limbs had ruler-long bone spurs, like eagle hooks and iron claws, and huge tentacles that could screw the cervical vertebrae, all of which were God-given natural tools for killing.

An altar full of blood stood in the midst of the hosts, and inside the pool of blood, which was close to the size of two swimming pools, it was as bright red and treacherous as rotten meat stewed with tomatoes, and a large amount of flesh and internal organs of the devotees floated on it, emitting a strong negative energy that was even more efficient than pesticides, and even the closest flies would immediately lose their vitality!

A continuous stream of red flesh sauce dragged across the ground, indicating that a large number of unidentified creatures had crawled out of it.

- What kind of altar is that?!

It was a "gallows" composed of thousands of strange and different sizes of dead white skeletons! Dark red blood plasma covered the rusty human bone floor, and after the light wind blew through the holes in the skull's eye sockets, it made a sad and empty "whining" sound, as if countless invisible undead were crying out for the pain they had suffered in life.

As for the origin of these unclean creatures, you readers must already be able to guess.

It was all transformed by the outcasts of the entire camp, because there were still many young figures in the undead legion, and as for the individuals who couldn't withstand the transformation of the spell, they had directly expanded into a ball of flesh like a broken tomato, and finally exploded into a ball of blood-red flesh, and all the bones and flesh were integrated into this blood-colored bone altar, providing some magic energy for the enhancement of other necromancers.

Standing like stone sculptures, among the "disciplined" zombie undead, a commotion suddenly broke out.

With their heads held high, they seemed to look "reverently" at one of the clouds in the sky—a small black dot that seemed to be riding a pterosaur.

The figure riding the flying dragon seemed to be silently roaring and directing these "thugs": "

Abhoth!

I use your power to create an army of impurity!

Abhoth!

Give me the authority to kill.

The creation of the Great One, the embodiment of the Impure Will, go! Attack the port. Sacrifice the Doge's palace and all the people in the city to the great god Abhoth! Eat up the corrupt officials and profiteers with fat brains!! let the superiors who suck your flesh tremble and fear!! let the gods rejoice in your brutality and madness!"

"Oh~Hehe~~"

"Click...... Click......!!!"

The "undead thugs" let out a hideous, excited high-frequency hiss, enveloping them in an eerie fog like earth hair parted by a giant hand, an army of undead at least seven or eight thousand in number, striding forward in a crowded manner, walking faster and faster, until they began to throw their arms and run forward in small steps with strange steps.

Although there were no cavalry, when such a tireless group of undead legions marched, it gave people a sense of dead silence and irresistible surging, like a terrifying tide against the social trend, sweeping up, washing away many high-ranking officials and nobles who were usually high, as a prelude to the chapter of changing the dynasty.

With inexhaustible physical strength, it took the undead less than two hours to reach their destination.

What is surprising is that the two teams of "dedicated" guards who never close the city gate are nowhere to be seen.

This all reveals a strong atmosphere of weird conspiracy.

The earth wailed and trembled at the feet of the dead, and the legions of terror formed a tidal wave of arrows like a swarm of murderous bees out of their nests, pointing to the port of Skoti, thirty miles away.

There was no time to enter the city on the side of the road, and the caravan camp had to spend the night outside.

A few of the night watchmen who were burning on the edge of the camp looked in amazement at the undead army that had bypassed them far away.

One of the caravan guards, who was not usually timid, also chattered his teeth, and a stream of yellow soup in his crotch that had been poured not long ago last night couldn't help but loosen his bladder and leak out of his pants.

It's close.

They were already close to the city walls.

The ground outside the city shook like the close footsteps of soldiers.

On the streets near the city walls, a few people who had woken up and looked out of the city, perhaps thinking that some caravan or army was moving, but they did not detect the dangerous approach in advance.

Animals such as dogs and cats had already sensed the uneasiness, and they hid in their nests shivering.

Because of the long period of peace, the caravans and horses that came and went day and night in the past have made people lose much of their vigilance.

Until they saw clearly the honor of the first "thug" who rushed into the city gates.

What a horrible face that was twisted and astonishing!!

One of its eyes had been grabbed and hung out by its companions, its face was covered with plasma pus that had been stained with too ugly food when it was eating, its entire body exposed to ragged and tattered clothes was a drowning white and damp, and its hair and some transparent tissue secretions were constantly falling off as it tossed up and down.

The walking posture and limb movements are as strange as Parkinson's disease, but the movements under the feet are indeed as steady and powerful as a compass with thin feet, inserted into the ground to draw circles.

Ahh......!!!hh

Men and women, old men and children, as well as coachmen, porters, and merchants, stopped their hands, or peeped out at the gates of the city through open doors and windows, until they saw the comers clearly, and then they let out an unusually frightened scream, and immediately closed the doors and windows and fastened them firmly, and held them up with sticks, cabinets, and other furniture.

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