The catastrophe unfolded in Disraffa shocked Theodos in Plive, and through the accounts of some survivors who escaped from the royal capital, he was almost certain that the sudden undead catastrophe was the one who had been driven out of the blood mage. They colluded with another gang of evil people to desecrate the living beings and turn Dislafa into a hellish being.

In the days leading up to the fall of the royal capital, Diodos received more and more bad news. The fall of the Bavarian royal family, the army of the undead marching towards Plivy, and the constant arrival of refugees added to the burden of supplies.

Although after learning that he was going to be the first target of the undead, he gave orders to the commanders of the surrounding districts to urgently relax Plivy. But in such a short period of time, it is simply not realistic to ask troops elsewhere to move closer to themselves. Although he had a plan to withdraw his entire army, it was only a temporary expedient measure. The army of the undead who eat Plevy will surely sweep through the rest of the region.

The snowball effect of the undead will make the countless army of the undead even larger, and at that time, no matter how hard you try, it will not help. Therefore, due to various considerations, Diodos decided to fight the army of the undead to the end.

The proclamation of the decisive battle was accompanied by the daily prayer of the god of war and was known to all Plevy soldiers. After a tedious ceremony, the god of war priest solemnly told the kneeling devotees that the war with the undead would be extremely difficult, but the people of the god of war would win the final victory.

Seeing his subordinates rejoicing at the oracle brought by the priest, Diodos did not feel any relaxation. On the contrary, this inexplicable fanaticism gave him a very bad premonition. Ever since the belief in Arman, the god of war, spread among his troops, he found that his men were more hungry for war than before, but increasingly difficult to control. Sometimes, if the order was not given by the soldier himself, the soldiers would be tricked by the unlearned priests to do something against the order.

Diodos was eager to find the young man with the bow again, to talk to him about control beyond faith. If this unbridled worship continues, sooner or later his men will become walking dead like the undead. Become a monster that only kills.

Before Diodos could correct his increasingly crazy behavior, the undead plague that had spread from Disraffa had already found him.

It was about early in the morning, and before he woke up, Diodos received an urgent call for help from outside the city. A camp located not far outside the city of Plevy has been attacked by the undead. In addition to besieging the camp, more and more undead are also taking over abandoned villages.

Diodos, who was still a little tired, was suddenly awakened, and the last time he read the letter asking for help was about five o'clock in the morning. After pondering for a while, Diodos immediately asked the orderlies to prepare their horses for themselves, and at the same time ordered the heralds to immediately sound the battle alarm at the highest level.

"Damn, why is this letter only coming now. And the scouts are all dead, aren't they!" The smiling Diodos, after putting on his plate armor, grabbed his sword and helmet in one hand and ran out. Anxious, he hoped he could catch up, because this time the undead would most likely attack during the day rather than at night, which they were good at.

The trumpet of war sounded in the fog before the sun had risen. Everyone immediately recognized that this was a rally order that would only be blown at the most critical moment. The whole of Plevy was mobilized, and heavily armed soldiers, led by their respective commanders, rushed to the areas where the enemy was most likely.

As soon as they rallied, the guards above the battlements saw the skeletons and carrion staggering out of the dense woods. Soon this disgusting and terrifying presence was everywhere in sight, and the guards couldn't wait to leave the high walls, leaving only a few soldiers with special missions.

What happened to Disrafa taught them that the walls were the first to be destroyed.

As the undead got closer and closer to Plevey's walls, the archers were the first to shoot the first wave of arrows. Although the archers did nothing on the night of the fall of Disraffa, Diodos and his unspeakable were still going to give it a try. This time they set fire to all the arrows they fired.

The flaming arrows landed outside the walls, and the flames from the arrows ignited the sackcloth on the skull's carrion. The rising fire suddenly slowed down the movements of many skeletons. As round after round of rockets fell, most of the skeletons and undead who walked in front were already trapped in the flames.

"General Diodos, fire has a restraining effect on these undead. The soldier standing above the city told those behind him what he saw.

"It's good that it works, everyone pays attention. The logistics battalion brought all the specially made bows and arrows. We're going to wipe out all this filth with fire. "Just as Diodos is proud. When he wanted to annihilate all the undead in this way, the sudden shaking of the ground caused the city wall to slowly collapse in a violent tremor, and the soldiers who remained on the city wall fell half to death.

Watching the towering walls crumble like tofu, Diodos was once again stunned. Originally, one person could last two or three days. I didn't expect it to be completely destroyed in an instant.

After the dust kicked up by the collapse of the city wall slowly cleared, several deafening explosions blew away all the undead who had been contaminated with fire. A new lineup of undead appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Having lost the best firing distance, Diodos had to prepare the infantry phalanx in advance to keep these damn undead at bay. The ensuing phalanx of infantry laid the last line of Plitwick and the last hope of the Kingdom of Bavaria. The sayings of the god of war that have been floating between the ranks and the encouragement of the priests have made the entire battlefield exciting. Inspired by faith, these fearless soldiers believed that they would achieve the final victory.

But it backfired, and their efforts only made it a little slower for the undead to consume all of Plivier.

The fierce battle continued until nightfall, when the last of the troops were consumed by the undead, and Plevy truly became a silent city.

Within the Holy Land Killing Throne, the roar that sliced through the entire realm made everyone tremble.

"Loki, what the hell are you doing! It's been so hard to gain such loyal followers, and you want me to sit back and watch them become food for some third-rate mages!"

The god of war on the throne was furious, and if it weren't for the things that Nin had done for Loki before him, he would have torn the entire vile god to shreds, and then let him be burned by the flames of war for all eternity.

"Isn't it necessary to be angry at the loss of thousands of believers in a small country who have just been converted? We are all gods who do great things, not peddlers. Loki was unconcerned about his intervention in Hayes, the god of God, and preventing him from saving Plevy and causing the city's defenders to be wiped out.

"Thousands of followers from a small country that have just been converted?" Arman was most upset by Loki's attitude of not caring at all, "That's a faith that we have built with great difficulty, and do you know how difficult it is to have thousands of loyal followers at once in the age of the end of the world, when the devout people are basically divided?"

"Can you win with the faithful, Great Lord of War!" Loki said in a loud voice, folding his book and walking to the atrium of the throne, "Four thousand years ago you were far more powerful than you are now, with millions of followers and the most loyal of the Assyrian tribes. What about the final result, did you beat Izu, you can't even win against that bitch of La Niña!"

"Shut up! What right do you, a prisoner who has been imprisoned for 5,000 years, make irresponsible remarks in front of me!"

An angry roar sent ripples through the realm once more, but Loki ignored it.

"You're not them, you don't need bullshit loyal believers at all. You only need to show your killing expertise, and there will naturally be a whole bunch of brainless second-class people who believe in you. "Trust me to make Bohemia and Bavaria the meat grinder of humanity, bringing more slaughter and more people to your divine power." Know that the divine power you're recovering will need more war. ”

"Hmph, I hope it's like you said. Arman, who swallowed his anger back into his stomach, gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better discuss it with me before you do this next time!"

"I'll be sure to pay attention next time, the great god of war and killing. Loki said with a smile. (To be continued......)