Time passes slowly.

Three months after the evil god incident that shocked the world, Gutaling.

The town, which had been finally calm and peaceful, was once again crowded with people, because Mosok had become a land of evil gods, and the so-called immigration plan was naturally ruined, and although the high-level officials of the Duchy of Delima later discovered this unsuccessful plot, in order to prevent the people from noticing the loopholes and mistakes in their own management, the matter was finally tightly sealed.

Of course, a series of strict investigations must have been carried out afterwards, and at the same time, the personnel of the church began to arrange a series of magical measures to prevent people from infiltrating again and causing trouble.

Old Ian's Tavern, night.

Pushing open the wooden door, Somar couldn't help frowning as he looked at the surging crowd inside, but he still reached out and squeezed out a path to the bar, where he knocked on the table, "Ian, Golden Spirits." ”

Sweaty old Ian agreed, but he only took it upon himself to fill a few wooden cups with all kinds of wine, and put them on a tray for the waiter to serve to the guests, and then added wine to a few guests who had been waiting for a long time.

After doing all this, he had time to look at Somar, pour wine for him, and while pouring wine for him, he couldn't help but complain: "When will this happen?" ”

Somar took the cup and smiled playfully, "You're the first boss I've ever met who complains about too many customers every day." ”

Ian, who was refilling the drinks for customers, blew his gray beard, "Hell, my wine cellar is about to empty, and a lot of these are poor people, order the cheapest ale or home, and yesterday there was a guy who wanted me to get some cheaper drinks, God, I haven't slept enough in half a month!" ”

"Hey, this is the third time you've said that, but so far, you still haven't started selling white water." After taking a sip of wine, Somar didn't care, but as for the other party's words, he thought deeply, after all, these refugees have been away from their homes for so long, and it is inevitable that they will be short of money.

Looking at his depressed old friend, he suddenly lowered his voice, "Okay, don't worry, the front line has taken back Meswall, the three cities and six towns in the river corridor are safe, and soon, they will start to arrange for them to go back in batches to rebuild their homes." ”

"Really? Great, blessed by the Supreme Three Gods! Hearing this, Ian first poured himself half a glass of ale, but he immediately thought of a big question: "By the way, are the robbers still looting everywhere?" ”

His expression froze, and Somar didn't know how to answer, after all, he couldn't help a group of robbers on the territory of his own country, which was really a shame for public officials, but he knew a little about the inside story and deeply understood that this matter was estimated to be difficult to solve.

The thieves rumored in the mouths of the common people were actually demons who came down from the Evil God Mountain Range, and these guys didn't know what kind of madness they had, and they kept arresting people in the surrounding area, and they didn't pick any men, women, the elderly, or children, and even not only the living, but even the dead.

God knows what they dug up the grave and took away the corpse for?

And their strength is still very strong, it is said that there is an elite knight order, which comes and goes like the wind, and there are many strong people among them, ordinary local garrisons have no way to compete with it, but the upper echelons of the principality seem to turn a blind eye to it, and even the church is indifferent.

Taken together, the local government can only helplessly let it come and go.

"Alas, I don't know what's going on this year, weird things are happening one after another." With a sigh, Ian Sr. drank another glass of ale.

Mosok, a city completely covered in frost, is surprisingly alive in a different way.

In the sky, countless gray-white translucent figures kept floating back and forth.

On the ground, there were many people with blue skins busily busy, some of them were directing the hordes of humanoid creatures to tear down most of the houses that had collapsed, some were directing the creatures to carry stones, and some were getting together to discuss something.

The original slum has been completely demolished, and now several tall buildings are being erected, and from the thick chimney at the top, puffs of black smoke pour out and disperse with the cold wind.

At the highest point of the city, in the restored dark fortress, Xia Dong sat on the elaborate throne, his eyes were hollow, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was a stone statue that had existed for countless years.

In the heart of his chest, inside the crystal clear and mysterious, his consciousness or soul was helplessly looking at the restraint in front of him, the thick crystal that blocked him like an ice coffin.

Since more than three months ago, he has been locked up inside, and Ren has tried everything he can to prevent him from leaving or interfering with any of his body's actions.

And the body that seemed to be only instinctive, or controlled by an unknown being, sat in a daze in the hall all the time, except for the occasional transformation of various evil creatures.

The so-called transformation is something that he hates very much, although Xia Dong has witnessed it many times, but each time he will only be more disgusted, but unfortunately, now he is powerless to stop it.

He could only helplessly watch his body transform the female priest with strong faith into what she is now, an evil god sacrifice who pursues the glory of her master, even if she serves herself, Xia Dong still has to say this, she is too evil now.

But this was just the beginning, and the second victim was the heroic and righteous knight Flora, the Templar Captain who once embraced the light and was now another bloody being of his loyal subordinate, whose mission was to spread death.

And those Templars, who are now Death Knights, or Dead Knights.

The most unacceptable thing for him was the actions against the innocent civilians, who were all transformed into monsters by their own bodies, and were now one of the subjects of the Dead Realm, known as the undead creatures.

How cruel and vicious is it to twist a living person into an undead creature?

What's more, half a month ago, thanks to Lydia's creative suggestion, now his body began to stuff the 100,000 undead into the broken corpses, thus creating all kinds of horrific living corpses.

To be honest, now Xia Dong can't move, if he can regain control of his body, the first thing he has to do is to completely destroy these deformed creations with his own hands.

It's a pity that, so far, this idea is just a luxury.

"My lord, your servant reports to you the results of this trip!" The high-pitched, high-pitched female voice was mixed with irrepressible pleasure, and it echoed in the empty hall, and Flora, dressed in dark black armor, respectfully entered the fortress.

With a full head of shawl and white hair, a face as white as paper, delicate but always revealing bloodthirsty and impulsive facial features, coupled with the terrifying and hideous skeleton shoulder guards, and the barbs like fangs that can be seen everywhere on the heavy armor, her image is already similar to that of Xia Dong when they first met.

In front of her, she is no longer the knight full of justice, mercy and nobility, but a deathwalker who is ready to spread pain and take pleasure in it.

Xia Dong's body did not say a word, but the latter walked up to the front and knelt down on one knee and saluted reverently.

"My lord, this time my subordinates have brought back more than 600 souls who died in vain, more than 400 living people, nearly 2,000 usable bodies, and more people will be added to our kingdom." When it comes to the soul that died in vain, the tip of her tongue can't help but lick it lightly at the corner of her mouth, and she seems to be very excited. "Our kingdom will continue to grow, and one day the shadow of your death will hang over the entire world."

Unlike his body, which did not react, Xia Dong's will sat down in the crystal, and he died so much?

Will you really be able to pay for these sins in the future? Pastor Abraham, can people like me really be saved? Is it still worth forgiving? If the parents Hua Wei know the Tao......

Hearing the return, his body did not move, but Lytia, who had been kneeling at her feet, raised her head, her sallow face had a look of indifference, and her voice sounded as a cry: "There are so few living talents, are you indulging in killing again?" ”

This current Grim Reaper is wearing a pure black robe like ink, with blood-like patterns at the corners, and his originally holy facial features are matched with an evil temperament, giving people an indescribable sense of bewitchment.

"The glory of the master needs to be proved by blood, and only death can make the world fear." Flora lifted her chin and looked at the other with disdain, in her heart, this woman who longed to lie at her master's feet every day to flatter her was a complete waste.

Lydia's voice was even sharper, as piercing as a banshee, "Fool, the master needs more subjects, more troops, so that he can control the entire continent, instead of being trapped in this little castle, don't you find that you are gaining less and less every time?" That waste is isolating us, isolating us! And you, an idiot who only knows how to kill, are still wantonly wasting resources! ”

Blood-red energy appeared, surrounding Flora, her face full of anger, "Master doesn't need these wastes, we are the embodiment of death, and those who refuse to serve their masters should die!" Moreover, their corpses, like their souls, can be slaves to their masters. ”

"You idiot, do you know how much a living corpse is worse than an undead? The living corpses are just a bunch of idiots without brains, just like you, the creativity of the undead is what we need, do you want to go to war with a bunch of idiots? Without the undead, where will your army come from weapons, where will it come from armor, how can we transform this world into the earthly heaven of our masters! ”

Roaring back louder, Lytia's hands also condensed with deep black energy.

In the face of the dispute between the two subordinates, Xia Dong's body was unheard, and he just sat quietly, but obviously neither of them dared to be presumptuous in front of him, so although the smell of gunpowder was full, he never really made a move.

Inside the crystal, Xia Dong's will is sighing, sighing for the sins he has created, these two transformed women are now both psychotics, one wants to transform the creatures of the entire world into his own subjects, and then serve himself, and the other thinks about killing all living creatures every day and turning the world into a place of eternal death.

"Silence! This is a sacred place, you two idiots get out of here, and don't disturb the master again! The two girls were interrupted by Cynthia, who was covered in frost armor, and since the last battle, she had completely fallen in love with this outfit, so she kept it all day long.

Compared to the two of them, she is the only one who has no distorted minds and is evil and degenerate, so she is very dissatisfied with the two women's practices, but she suffers from Xia Dong's ignorance, which makes her a little difficult to interfere, but she has never had any good looks for them.

In her heart, she misses the three-toothed rabbit who likes to eat barbecue, chats with her, and has a kind owner in her heart.