The Crusaders 'resurrected' and walked out into the streets in a grand manner, which naturally attracted the attention of the media and the authorities, and for a time the eyes of the whole world converged on the streets of London.

The Crusader corpses marched in order, rusty swords in hand, and slaughtered the Witcher Branch.

For Ammanette, mortals are simply not worth wasting their time, but some cops and some 'nosy' guys have launched an attack on the Crusader army of corpses.

And this behavior undoubtedly irritated Ann Marnet, so Ann Marnet simply gave the order to slaughter, and killed all those who stood in her way.

"Oh, the cake seller." Nick stood in the hall under the watchful eye of two witchers, watching the thousands of corpses on the screen walk the streets and slaughter civilians on the road. Nick couldn't help but worry a little about his outcome.

And not just Nick, everyone who saw the image couldn't help but be terrified, London can be said to be a city built on tombs, hundreds of thousands of corpses buried under London, although most of these corpses have decayed to the point that even the power of death cannot drive them, but there are still tens of thousands of corpses crawling up under the spell of Ammarnet, picking up various weapons and taking to the streets.

"Everyone is ready to fight, and we are facing an army of the undead." Blade was a little sluggish, but he had seen a big scene after all, so he immediately shouted to the others who were still in shock.

"Henry, call for help from the General Assembly at once, this Ann Marnet is stronger than I expected. We can't stop them. Blade said to Henry after seeing that everyone had come to their senses.

"The news of the call for help has been sent, but except for Yazlar and Yingao, the others are too late." Naturally, Henry had already sent out the news of the request for help, but there was a big problem here, not everyone had the speed of a 'falcon', and even if most witchers received the news of the request for help, it was too late at all.

"Damn, you're left to contact S.H.I.E.L.D., the Church of Light, any force that can provide combat power. Others, follow me if you are not afraid of death! Blade drew his silver sword and rushed out of the hall.

And the other witchers followed in the footsteps of the blade.

"Are you crazy?! That's thousands, zombies! Nick asked loudly as he watched the group of witchers and ordinary people walking towards the gate with various weapons.

The difference between a witcher and a researcher is obvious, the witcher wears a trench coat, while the rest of the normal people are ordinary clothes.

"Mr. Morton, remember what we said earlier, I'm a witcher." Blade said without looking back, and then walked out the door.

"In order not to make more people like me, I am willing to become a witcher,

We are willing to bear the price of our actions, whether glorious or tragic,

We swear never to point our swords at innocent people,

We remember the blood and tears of the pioneers of antiquity,

Walking on the edge, we are doomed to have no praise and glory.

Because all we have left is the pride of our hearts! ”

The witcher who followed the blade to the gate shouted out the faith of the witcher at the same time.

And after watching this group of 'crazy people' leave the base, Nick looked at the few remaining people around him and suddenly felt that he was a scumbag.

"Mr. Morton, this is us, a group of people who have nothing, we live in the dark corners of the city, between light and darkness, unknown in life and unknown after death." Naturally, Henry did not leave, his own combat effectiveness was not high before he was possessed by the demon, and someone was needed here to take charge of the overall situation.

"You know, when you say that, I think I'm too ...... Belch. Nick looked at the few non-combatants around him and didn't know what to say.

"Scum." Jenny uttered the word for Nick.

Among all the people present, except for Jenny and a few other women and two old men, he and Henry were left.

Other researchers, security personnel, and even a janitor followed with weapons.

"Well, Jenny, do you like to punch me in the face so much?" Nick walked over to the gun cabinet and rolled his eyes, then pulled out an automatic rifle and walked to the door.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morton, you need to stay here, there's a special magic shield here, and Ammanet can't sense your exact location. But as soon as you go out, she'll find out where you are right away. Henry held the rifle in Nick's hand in one hand, clearly not wanting to risk it.

"So you're making me a deserter? I'm a scumbag, spicy chicken, but I'm a human being! Nick snatched his rifle and yelled at Henry, then rushed to the door with his weapon in hand.

"Well, I'll reconsider your proposal." Looking at Nick, who suddenly became like a hero, Henry couldn't help but say to Jenny who was smiling.

In fact, if he could, Henry would rather end the life of the scum in a simpler way: even if this kind of scum was saved, it seemed that it would only cause chaos for the witchers.

At the end of the day, if it weren't for the idiot stealing Jenny's research and maps for his own selfish gain, Ann Marnet wouldn't have been able to break the seal.

And Jenny? There is no strict subordinate relationship between witchers, so they naturally don't care much about the private life of witchers when they go out, but Jenny's trouble this time is not small, originally her mission was to go to the Middle East to meet Drake to explore the ancient tomb, but there was an accident with Nick.

But Nick Morton's performance just now has improved Henry's perception of this scumbag, and this guy doesn't seem to be so useless.

Of course, all of this will have to wait until the army of the undead in front of you is resolved.

The army of the undead had rushed to the perimeter of the base in scattered pieces, exchanging fire with the witchers who had built up the defensive line, but ordinary bullets were not very effective against the undead.

After all, for the undead, unless it is knocked into powder, it still has combat power.

Moreover, compared to the demon hunter side of a few dozen people, the undead army of Undead Ammanette has an absolute numerical advantage.

The undead roared and stormed the Witcher's Guild, and although many of them were knocked to the ground under the fire of modern weapons, more undead rushed up behind them.

"Do you witchers face such a terrifying creature every time?!" Nick stood on the second floor, looking at the undead surging up below, and couldn't help but ask the blade next to him.

"How did you get out? Jack, look at him, the others are ready to fight! Blade gave Nick a startled look, then tossed the empty rifle aside and drew his silver sword.

"I just want to help......" Nick explained weakly as he looked at the tall and unkind Jack beside him.