The battle for Yoder is coming to an end, and it is probably the only city in the entire Eleventh District with survivors. The inhabitants of Yod City will not know about this, nor will the Dead Apostles' base camp far away in the main city.

For at this very moment, the Dead Apostles in the main city are solemnly welcoming the King's Landing of a certain great man.

Countless dead apostles gathered on both sides of the city gate avenue, leaning down and kneeling on the ground, looking in the direction of the city gate. In the anticipation of many eyes, a team of people finally arrived belatedly.

Suddenly a thunderous cheer rang out, causing the air to tremble.

The procession poured in like a dragon from the city gate, and at the front were two rows of ten dead apostles of different sizes, all neatly dressed, all dressed in black robes, with bony white masks, the images of the masks were insects, beasts, gods and ghosts, and walking silently could make the dead apostles on both sides of the avenue feel a strong sense of oppression.

Behind these masked dead apostles were young dead apostles dressed in Western-style white uniforms, numbering thirty or forty people, all with grim and serious expressions.

Don't think that they are young and handsome just the kind of showmanship, as long as they are a Dead Apostle with some seniority, they will know their identity, it is the guard of the Lord in King's Landing Eleventh this time, the elite of the Dead Apostle elite.

As the first half of the procession passed, a throne carried by eight strong men appeared, the throne was graceful and luxurious with gold embellishment, and sitting on it was an old man in white clothes and white hair, with a sword and staff in his hands, and his majestic gaze swept over the dead apostles in the city, and then turned back to the front.

"It's still more enjoyable than the tiny tools made by humans." The old man's voice carried an unquestionable will, and he had an aura worthy of the throne.

He is the White Wing Prince, one of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles, and one of the oldest Dead Apostles, a typical vampire, the King of the Dead Apostles.

"Hehe, the dignified Bai Yigong also complained, has he lived too long?" A flirtatious female voice sounded behind Bai Yigong, followed by another throne as bright red as blood, on which a young girl with long blood-colored hair sat and wore a slightly unisex luxurious costume, looking very much like a noble lady.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to come over and intervene this time. Rita? Roger. When Bai Yigong heard the voice, his face immediately turned cold.

"Because, it's so boring! So I wanted to come and have fun. Unmoved, Rita said with a smile.

Rita? Luo Jie'an, a hedonist who can do what he wants, is also one of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

"Humph!" Bai Yigong snorted coldly, noncommittal.

"It's really big this time, when was the last time?" Rita tapped her red lips with her fingers and put on a thoughtful look.

"Last time? You mean the so-called paradise that the little girl built? Amusing! Don't compare me to her. ”

Hearing Rita mention this topic, Bai Yigong suddenly sneered, and his voice was full of contempt and hatred for "that little girl" in his mouth.

Rita could naturally hear the emotions in Bai Yigong's words, but she just laughed and didn't express her opinion.

"What I want to build is a kingdom that belongs to the dead apostles, only the empire of the dead." The White Winged Duke stood up from his throne and opened his hands to embrace the air, and in an instant the Dead Apostles below shouted his title violently. For a time, the name of "White Wing Gong" was endless.

"Actually, it's because I'm afraid of being compared, so I want to set up another portal, right?" Rita covered the corners of her mouth lightly, and her words were full of banter.

"Say whatever you want!" Bai Yigong sat down contentedly and said coldly.

"Ah, if you don't refute it, does it really mean that? This is not good, in the name of righteousness, it is actually to satisfy his selfishness in private. Rita feigned surprise and said.

"Flim tongue, you should know the importance of the jihad this time, it's best not to mess around with small actions, delay the jihad, you know the consequences." Bai Yigong didn't bother to deal with Rita's nonsense, and warned sternly.

"Wow, you're threatening me? Are you really threatening me? I'm so scared I want to go on a killing spree. Rita reacted exaggeratedly.

"Shut up!" Bai Yigong was a little annoyed and ordered.

"Annoyed and angry? It's really careful. I know, I'll be honest this time. Isn't it just a base built to welcome the resurrection of 'that adult'? ”

Seeing Bai Yigong's gaze turning his head and glaring, Rita hurriedly raised her hands in surrender and obediently made a guarantee. But whether it can actually be complied with or not is another matter......

"Not just for this, but also for the future crusade against the hateful church." Bai Yigong turned around and looked into the distance and said.

"Poof, the old man is whimsical again." Rita couldn't hold back a single one and laughed.

"Hmph, short-sighted girl." Bai Yigong didn't want to say more, so he had to continue to snort coldly.

"Stop talking? It's so boring, what's the fun......" Seeing that Bai Yigong stopped talking, Rita pursed her lips boringly.

"Soon it will be lively, the real holy war will begin, since you are coming, do your best when the time comes."

After a moment of silence, Bai Yigong spoke again.

"What are you really looking forward to, who is the person in charge here, why haven't you seen it yet?" Rita agreed, then looked around and said strangely.

"It's a very motivated little girl, it's a little strange that I haven't seen him until now." Rubbing the armrest of the throne, Bai Yigong also sensed that something was wrong.

They would never have thought that the person in charge of what they said was no longer in the city was long gone.

……

On a winding path, a large group of people and horses marched violently, and the destination was directly towards the 11th district.

There were thousands of people, some wearing heavy armor, some lightly armoured, and they could be roughly distinguished from three different camps.

"Ah, it's so hot and tired, how far is it from the destination."

In one of the carriages in the procession, a certain girl looked at the unchanged boring scenery and couldn't help but complain.

She had short blue hair and looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she wore a set of large, plain ecclesiastical robes, which contrasted sharply with the image.

"Well, it's probably going to take half a day." The partner who was in the car with the girl closed the book in his hand and whispered back.

If the blue-haired girl exudes youthful vitality, then she is a men's beauty that reveals a mature taste, and a decent suit is definitely a great charm value-added point when worn on her body.

"Wow, it's going to take that long...... Where do we go first? Bazet. The blue-haired girl called out the name of the man's beauty and asked.

"I was supposed to go to the main city of District 11 first, but on the way here, I received a contact asking us to go to Yoder City first, where a survivor sent a request for help." Looking at the scenery outside the carriage, Bazett said.

"What about the survivors...... To be able to survive, should I say that it is really fateful? Hearing Bazet's words, the blue-haired girl showed a somewhat complicated expression.