The first quarter moon rises again from the night sky, and if you count the time outside of this space, it means that another month has passed. However, time has no practical meaning for the deceased.

Today is no different from yesterday, and tomorrow is today's twin brother. Sometimes, you can't tell if you're in the past, the present, or the future.

At this time, Viscount Fred Albert, as usual, rode his skeletal war horse and patrolled the streets of Giethoorn alone. He has been doing this for hundreds of years and will continue to do so.

Giethoorn was given to the Albert family by the founding queen of Tomily since the founding of the kingdom. Fried's ancestors have been loyal to the Queen and her heirs for generations, and the town was built into a fortified frontier fortress by the Alberts during Tomily's war with the Griffon Kingdom.

At that time, Albert's loyal family was ready to fight for the last man in the kingdom of Tomili, but unfortunately but fortunately, the griffon army did not pay attention to this inconspicuous small town at that time, and after leaving only a few vigilant troops, the whole army rushed directly towards the king......

After that, the war between the two kingdoms ended with the fall of Tomily, and the Alberts survived.

However, at that time, the griffon kingdom had conquered too much territory in a short period of time, and although the unification was unstoppable, in order to maintain the stability of each region, many less important places were managed by their original rulers.

And Giethoorn is one of them.

Sadly, although this town escaped the invasion of war in the dark and chaotic era, it inexplicably ushered in an even more tragic fate in the peaceful peace.

As lord of the town, Viscount Freed has seen his realm and its citizens swallowed up by the darkness of immenseness. Screaming, wailing, wailing, every soul groaning and crying in pain, but he, the lord, could do nothing about it.

Originally, the timely arrival of the mages gave Fried a glimmer of hope, but those mages did not save the town at that time, but sealed it in the dark, without caring about the lives of the townspeople.

And after that, the tragic events did not end, even if he and his people were sealed in this space and all became undead, they could not find a moment of peace here.

A greater number of more evil undead of the same kind emerge from the dark maelstrom, oppressing, enslaving, mutilating, and even devouring them, seeking to claim the entire town for themselves.

Such a thing made Viscount Freed angry, and he secretly vowed in his heart that he must rely on his own strength to protect the town.

"No one will try to take it out of my hands. "Viscount Freed once swore like this, "The plane of death is not good, the griffon king is not good, Queen Tomiri is not good, and the mage is not good, this place belongs only to me!!"

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The skeleton horse was trotting lightly, and the black cloak behind Viscount Fred that reached the pelvis of the war horse swayed slightly. The cloak was long and heavy, covered with worn holes and a goat's head of a four-horned goat.

A string of heads hung from the saddle of the warhorse, including a skeleton, a zombie, a ghoul, and a vampire. In order to catch the troublemaker, Fried chased it for most of the town before cutting off its head.

Not a single creature here had blood in its body, and many of the undead didn't even have souls, and they didn't know why the vampire was here.

However, this is not a problem for Viscount Fried. He divided the creatures of the town into three types: the townspeople, the ones who obeyed him, and the ones who needed to be destroyed. So, any creature with an unknown purpose can simply classify them as a third type.

At the front of the road, a wraith was staring at Fried with its distorted features, a groan of pain coming out of its mouth.

Resentful spirits are all created after death in this space by people who have been driven mad and committed suicide. At the beginning, many people in the town were not transformed by the dark energy at the first time, but stubbornly resisted with their bodies and wills.

But this resistance serves no purpose other than greater pain and despair. Many of them ended up committing suicide, and 'Darren' was one of them.

The wraith's waist down is in the form of a vanishing void, leaving a vague mist behind as it moves. As Viscount Freed approached, he stopped moaning unconsciously, and his miserable white eyes lowered slightly, as if to indicate humility.

Among them is not only the obedience of the inferior undead to the higher undead, but also the respect of an ordinary lord for his lord.

The Skeleton War Horse slowed down slowly, "Morning, Darren, the moonlight is nice today. Viscount Freed nodded and greeted the other with soul fire.

“......”

There was chaos in the other party's soul fire, and there was no clear consciousness coming out. Fried knew that there were very few undead who could truly retain their sanity, but he didn't care, Darren was his lord anyway.

The skeletal steed brushed shoulders with the wraith, then reverted to a light trot again. After passing two streets and turning another corner, Viscount Freed suddenly pulled the reins and stopped the skeletal horse under his crotch.

He noticed that in the square in front of him stood a huge Soul Prisoner Demon nearly 4 meters tall, with a tall and scrawny appearance, and its muscles were attached to the bones. It also had an ultra-small humanoid creature locked in the ribs of its chest, which is where the name of this large undead creature comes from.

Whether it's a human, an elf, a devil, or any other creature, as long as they are locked in the ribs of the Soul Prisoner, they will gradually drain the essence of life from it.

This large undead creature clearly does not belong in this town. Viscount Fried didn't know when it arrived or why it came, but it didn't matter.

The Viscount's soul fire began to surge, and the eyes hidden in the griffon's helmet lit up with a thick icy blue, "Obey me, the ruler of this space, Lord Fried!" he used the strong will of the High Undead to put pressure on the Soul Prisoner.

The Soul Prisoner clutched his head and let out a low groan of pain, one knee bent. But the next moment, it stood up again and roared loudly, breaking free from Fried's coercion.

"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong answer. Death Knight Freed pulled out the rune greatsword on his back and lightly kicked the skeleton steed with his metal boots, and the steed began to slash the ground with its hooves, and the sheep's bones spewed a pale silver breath.

The next moment, the skeleton horse began to run, faster and faster, and rushed towards the Soul Prisoner with Viscount Freed like an arrow.

The Death Knight used his rune greatsword to meet the long bone claws that the Soul Prisoner had captured, and the greatsword struck the bone claw, slicing through the bone's index and middle fingers and moving forward, splitting the soul prisoner's shriveled, sharp claws in two.

The ugly, evil Soul Prisoner let out a wail, using its spell-like skills. A 'ray of weakness' shot out of its eyes, striking precisely at the Death Knight's heavy armor.

However, the mighty Death Knight Fried was easily exempt from the effects of the rays. He spun his horse's head, swung his greatsword, and stooped to slash his opponent's left leg, causing the soul-prisoner to fall to the edge of the pool in the square with a wail.

Viscount Freed then pulled the reins to stop the skeletal horse, and rolled over and dismounted, walking towards his prey.

The pitch-black cloak dragged to the ground, and the greatsword easily sliced through the other bone claw that his opponent swung at again. Fried walked up to the Soul Prisoner with a blank face, and stabbed it through the chest with a sword, "freeing" the imprisoned little human creature inside.

The Soul Prisoner wailed again, the soul fire in his skull churning in pain. It seemed to want to say something to Fried, but the Death Knight didn't have the patience to listen.

There are too many undead trespassing like this, and if you don't obey, then just destroy them.

The rune greatsword swung again, and stabbed into his opponent's head without mercy. The icy aura spread along the blade. In the next moment, the entire head of the Soul Prisoner shattered like ice crystals, leaving behind a huge headless corpse.

The Death Knight, who had eliminated his opponent, his eyes lit up dark blue again, and he searched for the nearby undead who obeyed him, intending to find a few ghouls to dispose of the huge corpse.

At that moment, a strange figure flashed past him, and the scene surprised Fried.

Wait, was I dazzled just now? Why did I see a living person swaggering in front of me? Could it be that I ate too many ghost mushrooms yesterday, so the soul fire hallucinated?

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