The villagers of the undead settlement are crazy.

Guerrillat sat on the edge of a cliff at the back of the village, overlooking the village.

Everywhere there were corpses hung upside down from trees, and large flocks of crows flew over the village, swooping down from time to time to peck and bite.

Some of the villagers, who had become taller and thinner, carried a firewood knife in one hand and an oil lamp in the other, fearing that darkness would fall, and only the weapons in their hands and the flaming lamps would give them a sense of security.

An old tree in the village was set on fire by a group of villagers, and the mentor who had come here again from the secluded church was holding a thick staff and a thick canon in his hand to spread some distorted thoughts to the villagers kneeling in front of the burning tree and praying.

The contrast between the fat female tutors and the slender villagers.

The village has changed since most of the villagers became immortal, and as the only gateway to the outside world in the royal city of Lothric, the settlement that should have been bustled by people is now in a dilapidated state.

Under the guidance of those mentors, some people began to torture the living corpses for fun, and various torture instruments that used to deal with prisoners were used on those living corpses, dismembering, torture, and piercing, and the originally simple villagers seemed to open the door to a new world and skillfully did these terrible things.

The waterwheel in the dry river outside the village was no longer a wooden tube, but a circle of corpses.

"Whoa, whoa—"

The emaciated puppy poked out of Grerat's arms, stretched out its hot and wet tongue and licked its owner's thin face, and it only dared to hide in its master's arms when it dared to spread joy around the village.

It never occurred to Guerrillat that even those dogs would be in a similar state of being a living corpse, and when someone found some hungry dogs starting to devour the living corpses, no one stopped it, and then their hair began to fall out, and their flesh gradually shrank and became more and more hideous.

Probably instinctively remnants, those dogs that have changed will still follow their owners.

Rumors from some people who are still sober that some madmen have also started to eat living corpses like those dogs.

"It's horrible." Greillat reached out and patted the puppy's head, "It's good you didn't become like that." ”

"How did you get here, Grerat, and you said you wouldn't run around."

Uncle Arnold's voice rang out from behind the thief, and the iron boots touched the stone slabs on the ground, making a clear footstep, "Loretta said you went out early in the morning, I thought you ran away." ”

"Ha, don't worry, I promised to stay here, I'm just out to breathe." Grerath looked at the sky a little wistfully, then sighed, "Is there still morning?" ”

At this time, the sky seemed more and more abnormal, and there was a normal day and night cycle before, but now, the sun hanging in the sky was like an empty ring of fire, and the light was constantly passing, and the twilight scene had been maintained for several days.

The gates of the walls of Lothric had not been opened since they were closed, and the knights of Lothric were nowhere to be seen, and yesterday several dragons were seen flying into the city from afar, but no movement was heard for a long time.

From a distance, some appeared above the royal city

Dead trees, they were huge, floating above the royal city.

"How is Loretta doing now?"

"Every day I prepare raw soup, and I should be able to hold on." Arnold looked down at the thief, he didn't know what to say, "Alright, we should go back, you still have to help me collect the ingredients for the raw soup today, there is not much left." ”

"Will the Lord come back?" Grerath stared at the tower leading to the bottom of the village in some confusion, some as if asking, some as if talking to himself.

"Yes, now let's take care of ourselves, we have to persevere in this disaster."

The two walked down the ramp, the mournful cries of crows echoing across the land.

The world is about to plunge into darkness.

In the cathedral of Lothric, the priest sat alone on his chair, the bright carpet and the dilapidated candles on both sides had long since been extinguished, and a spider web had formed between the untended candlesticks, and the nuns and priests who had been in charge of the church had disappeared.

When they were all immortal, they never came to the church again, perhaps wandering around some room with a closed door as living corpses.

Some of the knights of Lothric sat feebly on the side of the road, and when a companion who had been transformed into a corpse approached, they followed their duty to kill it, but to no avail, and more and more knights turned into undead and turned into living corpses.

The bodies of their companions were lifted to the basin of oaths, their heads were cut off with swords, and they were all seated against the wall, maintaining a ceremonial posture that symbolized that the corpses had given their last allegiance to the kingdom.

The Wyvern who returned to the high wall was infected by the pus of human nature, lost himself, and many of the knights who almost stormed the Great Library were sacrificed under the flames of the Wyvern.

By this time, the few remaining knights had lost control of the city, and the desperate citizens could only pray until the curse spread to them.

"Rudos, you've awakened too, and you're as different as Eldridge among all the Salary Kings."

"So, do you want me to drag this broken body back to the throne?" A short old man dragged his tattered robes behind the priest, wearing a faded crown diagonally above his bare head.

"You have to do it, you remember why you were banished! Rudolphs of Courland? Although the main priest's voice was silent, it made Rudos tremble slightly.

"Yes......" Rudos let out a wail, recalling the dream of forgiveness when he first burned, "I cannot pay for the mistakes I have made in the past, and since I am awake again, my atonement is not over." ”

"If Guda doesn't arrive in time, the sacrificial ground will ring the bell again to wake up the other paymasters and the heroic ashes sleeping in the cemetery, and then I want you to use your forbidden power to isolate the fire sacrifice ground from this time and space, and protect the fire sacrifice ground."

"And then separate a part of my soul to help the ashes that have awakened." Faced with the world at this time, the priest resolutely made a decision that was equal to giving everything for her.

"I didn't expect you to be willing to make such a sacrifice, knowing that if the flame is still extinguished, your soul will be bound in the sacrificial ground forever," Rudos laughed dryly, his tone seemed a little playful, and then he figured it out again, "Well, we will all give everything we have for this world." ”