But there are also those who don't notice it in time.

These unclean and twisted evil magical creations are faster than ordinary people jogging at their maximum speed, and they are by no means comparable to the waste zombies that are sluggish like ooze monsters.

A fur trader, who had no time to flee from the street, rolled on the ground screaming and rolling.

He thought that these filthy "crowds" were just stinky beggars and hungry people who had gone into the city in tattered clothes to steal food, so he lay on the ground with his eyes closed, resisted the hungry bite of the "mob" with both hands, and let out a desperate cry for mercy: "I can take you to the grain store next door to my shop! Let me go!! I have a way~~ah~~ There is a way to make you full~~ah~~Don't do this~~"

The yellow-skinned "mob" did not respond, but let out a series of creepy roars, and tore the merchant's body into strips of meat and sausages, as if to replenish the consumption of "military rations".

They munched on their food, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths and between their fingernails as they quickly made their way to their predetermined destinations.

That is, he did not deliberately stay for a moment to attack the living people in the dwelling, nor did he let go of the flesh and blood bait of the humanoid who happened to collide head-on and did not have time to escape.

Occasionally, a few self-defeating "righteous people" take up arms and try to buy time for their families and neighbors.

But the slight resistance of the mantis arm along the way was immediately numbed by the fierce and abnormal dead, with the astonishing speed and the terrifying aura of the high-level undead, and they fell to the ground one after another, trembling in the turbulent waves of thousands of flesh and blood limbs.

Praise, Hosts, Fear, Death!

Wither, life, nobility, and together!

Look!

The God of Abhoth praises you, and He will give you impure power to sweep over the earth!

Listen!

A wave of terror is sweeping the unjust order of the world! He will give the fairest death in the world!

Roar, ahhh!!

～～～～~

The enthusiastic citizens and gangsters along the way in the city have naturally discovered the large number of necromantic troops attacking, and someone immediately went to the barracks in the city to inform them.

The city's five-story towers sounded loudly and rapidly with alarm bells.

In the barracks and yamen under the governor, there were large groups of soldiers rushing out in a hurry; in the tiled wooden buildings, there were unknown martial arts masters, jumping onto the walls and roofs, or running purposefully to tell each other, or watching each other around; in some important yamen and street passes, archers and spellcasters climbed high places and shot at the necromancy who slid down the slope—arrows stuck to plasticine, burning fiery glue arrows.

Let them stick their arrows in their flesh, crackling and burning and smelling of flesh.

The caster no longer had any concerns about the buildings that could be set on fire, and the streets were filled with fireballs and lightning beams, which did strike the undead in the face on some narrow roads.

Arrows rained down on both sides, spells of all kinds exploded like an explosion of a chemical plant full of flammable gases, and the undead people who relied on their immortal bodies were also hit with heavy casualties.

But.

Soon, under the command of some well-intentioned people, they quickly climbed onto the roof to counterattack, and along the way, the two sides began to suffer repeated casualties, and the battlefield spread everywhere.

Rooftops, streets, alleys and houses are full of swords and screams from time to time.

When the necromancers dispersed the sniper fire of the Governor's soldiers, they left nearly a hundred mutilated bodies, some of which were only a stubborn walking corpse with only one upper body, still moving towards the target in the nearby shop, accidentally revealing the sound.

In the frightened mood of the crowd, he kept slapping the door frame with his arms that showed his stubble.

Only a wave of undead who tried to enter the financial street met with complete force majeure.

Seventh-Order Vampire Wizard Caterina and three other suit-clad male High Bloods hovered over the street on a giant bat with a four-headed wingspan of at least 7 meters.

On the street below, there were many spiritual leather armor warriors with their faces wrapped in hoods, all of them with red eyes, carrying four-foot swords, and their movements were extremely agile.

They form two rows of human walls that block the undead in front of the undead and slaughter with astonishing efficiency, each sword stabbing into the eye sockets of their foes with almost high efficiency, shattering the uncorrupted brains of the dead, or slicing their opponents into human clubs with a wicked twist.

But after all, the number of vampire elite warriors is not large, only a dozen or so.

The graceful female vampire Viscount Caterina screamed, and the three subordinates who understood her intention stepped forward in turn, unleashing the extremely effective [Command Necromancy] towards the necromancers, causing the undead to fight among themselves.

The giant bats under their seat also use an innate spell similar to [Sonic Crush], which can cause severe pain and paralysis to the living, causing the bones and teeth of the necrons to tremble, just like children who have been treated by Professor Yang's electric shock, incontinent and incapacitated and collapsed to the ground.

The vampire samurai on the front line were greatly relieved.

However, the gray-robed cultists hidden among the undead, their hearts were full of resentment against the evil and solid order here, and they secretly brandished the magic wand given by the church, trying to [manipulate the necromancy] to continue to attack the financial street full of stench order, and tear those financial elites into pieces of protein and fat, but they were keenly recognized by Caterina and directly sniped and eliminated with [Dissociation].

Until the undead spirits, uncontrolled, scurrying like headless flies.

Caterina has already laid down the [High-level Undead Ignoring Enchantment] on both sides of the street, which costs tens of thousands of gold coins to cast spells, so that all the necromancers can subconsciously bypass here.

With a sharp retreat whistle.

Vampire warriors and spellcasters trained to enter the streets of nearby buildings and quickly vanished.

And the financial street has also become the only "pure land" in the tide of chaos.

......

Gotta got, gotta got.

Sigh~~~!!!

A messenger knight from the barracks came to a hole the size of a sedan on the roof, and quickly dismounted and ran into the mansion of a wealthy merchant where a group of people were jumping to investigate the loss.

Soon.

The sixth-order martial artist Orilanes, who received the news of the attack of unknown forces and undead, thought that he belonged to the same command of the Syndicate Federation as the governor, so he also had to lend a hand, and immediately led a large number of martial arts masters hidden in the villa to destroy the enemies in the city.