In the basement of the manor, a woman with a black veil holding a candlestick in her hand walked through a stone corridor with candle flames. The blood-colored red mist made her wonderful figure more gorgeous and moving, and it was also more bewitching.

The woman walked up to the sarcophagus and knelt down slowly.

Under the veil, the thin red lips are revealed.

"Honorable and great Lord Solol, the Temple of Blood has been built, and we, the devout believers, are ready to await your arrival."

A strange aura rose from behind the pitch-black stone statue, and the scarlet liquid in the golden goblet seemed to be more abundant and more vivid than the last time, and with the woman's soft voice, the windless automatically rippled in circles.

Underneath the golden goblet, the red mist that resembles a solid body converges into a strip of touches. hand, wrapping the sarcophagus around it, slowly seeping into the gap at the mouth of the coffin. On the pitch-black stone statue, the pupils as deep as obsidian turned completely scarlet.

Finally, the statue spoke.

"You're doing a great job."

Two red clouds of excitement fluttered on the woman's cheeks.

"It's all up to my bishop."

The stone statue did not make any indication of the woman's humility, its gaze seemed to come from a far away place than the continent of Aditya, and it never stopped at this devout believer, not even the land beneath its feet.

After a long time, it spoke again.

"We have been dormant for too long for this day to come, even at the cost of crossing the ocean to avoid the minions of those hypocrites."

"Wake up my legion, this town will be the starting point of our journey."

"It's time for the creatures of this world to remember the horrors of that day."

The aura of cruelty wafted out of the eerie whisper.

The woman looked up, a hint of surprise in her pupils beneath the veil.

It's just that behind the surprise, there is still a faint worry.

"It's all at the command of my lord, but ...... I'm worried that this will get the attention of the church, as well as the wizards of the college. If those people are given an interest in our secrets, things may end up unfolding beyond our control. ”

With a hint of sarcasm in his voice, the statue continued.

"The wizards of the academy are a nuisance, but I'll find a way to keep them in their own trouble. As for the Church, there is no need to worry that those who rely on ignorance and arrogance who do not belong to themselves are nothing more than a rabble. Moreover, they have been caught in the whirlpool of secular power strife, trembling under the iron hooves of our fellow citizens. ”

The woman's eyes widened with delight, and her voice trembled slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Chaos has awakened." In that eerie tone, the statue continued, "Our legion will depart from the port of Sevit. The future of this continent belongs to Chaos, and before the other lords slice this cake, we will swing our knives and cut off the fattest piece. ”

"I will pay back the shame of the Covenant age."

There was an eerie laugh from the stone statue, as sharp and piercing as if a grinding wheel was cutting granite.

Scarlet blood spilled out of the gold vessel, flowing along the hollowed-out lines in a closed circle. Ancient and long spells echoed through the stone walls, and strange symbols appeared out of thin air, surrounding the eerie sarcophagus.

Beneath the black veil, scarlet under her pale blue pupils, Delia cast a feverish gaze towards the slowly opening sarcophagus.

The day has finally arrived.

Solol will descend his distractions, be reborn on the remains of the chosen ones, and lead his legions to bring blood and death to the continent.

For this moment, his minions have been planning for nearly a hundred years!

A man in a robe slowly sat up from the sarcophagus.

A thick scarlet mist poured down his mouth and nose, and he felt the growing magic in his body, and his stiff, pale face slowly stretched.

Suddenly, the entity-like red mist rolled violently, encircling the sarcophagus. The hand brush was broken and crumbled into scarlet dust. Feeling the abundant magic flowing through his body, Solol's expression froze, and his eyes were full of disbelief and even a hint of panic.

The entire basement shuddered at the sound of his roar.

"What's going on?!"

……

"Ready!"

"Launch ——!"

With a powerful roar, rows of ballistas threw stone projectiles at the corpses, and the rushing skeletons were smashed to pieces and fell like wheat.

If they were pirates, they would have fled like birds and beasts under such casualties, but they would not have died once. There is no such thing as morale, and they are like the Cyborgs of the Federation, rushing forward one after another.

"Shield Wall!"

The horse neighed from his crotch, and Connie raised his sword high and snarled loudly.

The hilt of the sword slammed into the shield in unison, dispelling the fear with the sonorous sound of armor strikes, and the high-spirited colonial guards raised their shields and slammed into the skeletons' raised bone swords.

The hand-to-hand battle begins.

It was undoubtedly a tough battle for the guards of Port Sevit.

The awakened necromancer has no idea what death is, and will tirelessly wield the bone knife in his hand until it is smashed. Spears and bows don't mean anything to these skeletons, and they're not even as effective as a dull mallet.

The soldiers in the front row struggled to hold the shields in their hands, and the soldiers in the back row slashed the short swords in their hands with all their might, as small as a flat boat in the overwhelming sea of skeletons.

Holding a long wooden staff, standing in the open space fifty or sixty meters away from the ballista, Jiang Feng watched the battle with cold eyes.

As he had guessed, Delia didn't just have one hole card in her hand, and dispelling the Cursed Realm didn't mean that the undead in the Cursed Realm would also die.

However, now that the cursed realm has been lifted, the colonists of Port Sevit are no longer helpless against Solore's curse as before, at least they have the strength to fight back.

As for intervening in this war between the indigenous peoples......

Jiang Feng wasn't that interested for the time being.

All he promised was to help the natives get rid of the curse, but he didn't promise to help them deal with the undead in the Baron's manor.

As the red mist dissipated into the vestibule of the Baron's Manor at a visible rate, a mutilated skeleton crawled out of the church's cemetery and gathered with the zombies in the manor, heading towards Port Sevit.

Previously reminded by Jiang Feng, Connie, the sheriff who had been prepared, gathered the guards of the colony, opened a formation between the buildings leading from the church to the residential area of the town, and at the same time removed the galleys and the ballistae on the turret and moved them here for redeployment.

Wielding the mallet in his hand with all his might, shattering the skull of the skeleton soldier in front of him, Victor didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and raised his foot to kick over the skeleton soldiers who surrounded him.

He was a sailor under Captain Calff, but the situation was clearly too dire to consider the Navy and Army. Throwing his ballista in the street, he joined the resistance to the invasion with the mace he had brought with him.

The strong wind from the ballistas almost swept the back of his head, but looking at the skeletons that were smashed to pieces, the ballista shells brought him an infinite sense of security.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly struck.

Victor subconsciously bowed his head, secretly saying in his heart that he was going to suffer.

It was too late, and a shield was placed on top of his head, blocking for him a bone knife that should have landed on his right shoulder.

Seizing the opportunity, Victor quickly stepped forward and smashed the skeleton's skull.

On the other side, the retracted shield swung out violently, crashing into the rushing skeleton, and Salde swung a bend to cut off the skeleton's head, and the two of them cooperated tacitly, and in a few breaths, two or three wrecks were added to their feet.

"You owe me a glass."

"I'll pay you back when it's over." Finally having a chance to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Victor and Salde stood side by side, looked at the skeletons that were pouring in like a tide, and couldn't help but curse, "Where did all these damn skeletons come from!" ”

"Solore's cursed chamber is the cemetery of the church, where the colonists of Port Sevit have been buried for a hundred years."

"That is, we are fighting with our ancestors?"

"That's right, they dug up our ancestral graves."

"Damn...... It is also unknown which one is Captain Aglis. Victor foamed at the mouth.

These skeletons are not very combat-effective, and with a little training, they can be easily killed. However, the endurance and tenacity of these skeleton soldiers left a deep impression on Jiang Feng, and in his opinion, it was a shameful waste to use these skeletons as cannon fodder.

These tireless walking corpses are simply born coolies.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Feng couldn't help but secretly say that it was a pity.

It's a pity that he doesn't know this kind of witchcraft that drives skeletons, otherwise, in the absence of the conditions to produce a large number of synths to work for himself, this kind of hard-working free labor is also an option.

At this moment, a piercing howl came from the direction of the Baron's manor.

Shocked by the sound wave that pierced the eardrums, many soldiers subconsciously buried their heads, grabbed the weapons in their hands, and a painful expression appeared on their faces. And those skeletons opened their rotten jawbones excitedly as if they had been drugged, and the creepy sound of bone friction resounded.

Looking at the entrance to the Baron's Manor, Sheriff Connie's pupils suddenly contracted, his originally resolute shoulders trembled at the moment, and his lips could not suppress the almost desperate murmur.

“…… Solore! ”

"How is this possible!"