The ghoul leader Chris once escaped at the hands of El, because El had not planned to fight the cursed sect he represented at the time, and this incident was later told by El as a joke to Tika, and unexpectedly allowed her to meet this dark nobleman in this way. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

A true necromancer will never trust his own kind who surrenders, because undead creatures tend to be persistent and difficult to change, and if they choose to surrender to you today, it means that they will betray tomorrow. Necromancers will never accept captives unless they have a certain use, preferring to kill them once and resurrect them again to control them, or force them to sacrifice their soul contracts and never betray them.

However, Tika ignored this common sense as always, and while Bishop Quinn's memory provided her with at least eighteen ways to control her loyalty, she hadn't yet figured out what the use of asking for this guy's loyalty would be. She didn't really want to compete with the other bosses of the Cursed Sect for power, but she wanted to find El to return to his side.

After an initial period of fear, Chris suddenly finds himself being left aside. The resurrected undead warriors rolled forward like a tidal wave from the streets and ruins, enveloping him and his poor ghouls as they charged the flanks of the undead army once more.

Although he was cheated by El once because of his overconfidence, Chris is not actually a fool, on the contrary, he is also articulate and flexible, and even among the dark nobles, he is the smartest kind of person. It's just that his family background is not deep, and he was quickly pushed to the fringes after that defeat.

When he saw that this little girl who called herself Bishop White did not interfere too much in commanding her troops, but just let them fight freely, his heart suddenly became unpredictable.

The undead creature's pattern of action is inherently incomprehensible, and even if Tika attacks the undead army with the undead warriors, her strange behavior is not too out of line. Almost instantly, Chris came up with several plausible explanations, the most likely of which was that the bishop's brain must have been shattered by a meteorite.

In a sense, Chris almost guessed the truth of the facts, but he couldn't have known that the real Bishop Quinn had been wiped out by magic, and now this ghost was just a country girl who inherited the bishop's legacy but didn't know anything.

An archbishop whose brain has been smashed by a meteorite is very dangerous, but there are always dangers and opportunities in this world. Chris felt he had to do something, and if he could impress the archbishop in his confusion, he might be able to become one of his cronies when he came to his senses. Even if you don't have the archbishop's trust, as long as you can get a little bit of kindness from him, it's a hundred times better than directing the ghouls to sell coolies now.

Although the true purpose of the White Bishop is not known, at least some clues can be judged from the direction of her attack. After the undead warrior broke through the flank, the blade of the sword pointed directly at the inner city of Isttalon, which is now the headquarters of the undead army. Judging from past experience, this white bishop must have been ruthlessly tricked by some big guy, and now he is frantically and directly summoning the undead of the war dead to go back to find a field.

"Lord White Bishop, I know the intelligence and location of all the armies, and I can show you the way!" Chris whispered cautiously to Tika's side, and he did not hesitate to betray his former comrades-in-arms for the sake of his own future—the word comrade-in-arms has never been in the dictionary of undead creatures.

Tika nodded noncommittally, not actually reacting. But the undead soldier standing beside her was dazzled, and he snorted coldly and asked, "Don't show off your cleverness, what qualifications does an insignificant little character like you have to know the location of the army?"

"Our losses in the battle with the Earthwalkers were very large, and even the Divine Envoy was seriously wounded. Most of the troops are now scattered and building sacrificial nodes for the 'Temple of Souls' around the city. There are strict rules on the size and distance of nodes, so if you know which node I'm stationed on, you can easily deduce the location of other nodes. Chris cowered at the stern glare, and quickly confessed everything he knew.

"My lady, this information is very important, the troops of the army of the undead are scattered, their headquarters must be weakly defended, if we can bypass all the defensive forces and go straight to the center, there is a great hope that the leader of the enemy will be destroyed. The Undead Soldier knew that Tika had no military knowledge, so he patiently explained it to her.

Tika rummaged through Bishop Quinn's memories and soon discovered what Chris called the "Soul Temple", an oversized magical ritual used to drain the souls of the dead to quickly replenish the attrition of the elite forces of the undead army. However, this kind of super-large magic ritual is generally only established in the Bone Wasteland and other death regions, although the city of Isttalon is also full of the breath of death, but after all, there is no accumulation over the years, compared to the medicinal herbs of the previous year and the new medicinal herbs, the effect is inevitably unsatisfactory, and it can only be done with half the effort.

However, since the Divine Envoy, who holds the supreme power, can't wait to build the Soul Temple, it is very likely that the level of damage to the elite undead troops under his command is not optimistic, and even his own situation is not optimistic......

All of the above information was inferred from Bishop Quinn's memory, and Tika herself was ignorant of it, she had not thought about the power tilt at the top, and had always focused on the route of El's retreat. According to the recollections of the resurrected undead soldiers, the young general initially appeared from the direction of the inner city, and after he stopped advancing, he should have returned to the inner city the same way he had come.

Tika made a simple calculation based on the coordinates of the node provided by Chris, and found that the closest route between the two points passed through the enemy's current headquarters. So she nodded and said to the soldiers beside her, "Go in that direction!"

Although the direction she was pointing in happened to avoid the defenses of the undead army, in reality there were no roads at all, only endless ruins of buildings, but for ghosts, the straight line on the map was the shortest path. She floated ahead of the crowd, and the ghost of the veteran who had saved El's quickly gave orders to her companions, and then followed closely.

A sea of ghosts floated above the ranks of undead warriors, whistling through the ruins of the building. The ruins, while blocking the road, blocked the view of others and provided excellent cover for the troops.

Bishop Quinn's memory of the Divine Envoy was originally just an inconspicuous peripheral member of the Cursed Sect, but for some reason he was favored by the Lord of Death and became the Chosen One of Death. In the original plan of the Cursed Sect, it was supposed to quietly accumulate strength, at least after spreading the plague throughout the territory of the Oakland Kingdom, and then gather a large army to invade other kingdoms. However, the oracle did not like a conservative style, and as soon as he took power, he gathered an army of the undead hidden in the northern counties and launched an expedition across the King's Route to Marseille.

The archbishops of the Cult of the Damned have always had reservations about his radical behavior, and they all hid behind the scenes to watch his jokes, but they did not expect that this dead elect miraculously found an ancient tomb, and incorporated all the high-ranking undead in the tomb into their own army, and since then it has been out of control.

Although he claims to have been inspired by the Lord of Death, it is clear to everyone that he is just another shit luck. The cunning archbishops know that the trajectory of fate is unpredictable, and sometimes winning favor does not mean victory. Sure enough, the high-spirited oracle led his army headlong into the mud pit of Isttalon, and it took a dramatic turn under the influence of the Dao of Fate.

In order to contribute to Isttalon, he brazenly dispatched all his troops, but the results were not satisfactory - his army suffered heavy losses under the desperate resistance of humans, and finally stormed the city, and was indiscriminately attacked by a meteor shower. After that, he became entangled with the legion of Earthwalkers who came out of nowhere. In desperation, he consumed all the divine grace to summon the doppelganger of the Lord of Death to descend, only to repel the opponent's gold-rank earthly princess, and he was almost wiped out.

Finally gaining time to breathe, he fled back to his lair in embarrassment, ordering the troops to build a temple of souls to recover from his injuries, although it was a bit exhausting for the city, but he couldn't care too much about it at this time. I just hadn't caught a breath before I heard a big mess outside the door.

As soon as the enraged Emissary opened his eyes, he saw a Cursed Cultist crawling in, screaming in despair, "Ghosts!

The divine envoy who was about to reprimand his subordinates was stunned for a moment, but the news made him a little unable to react. Ghosts? Where did the ghosts come from? Aren't you the commander of an army of the undead? Ghosts attacked the undead? What kind of joke is this?

Before he could sort through the logical confusion, countless ghost soldiers had already swarmed through the walls.

"Stupid ants, how dare you turn your sword against the servant of the Lord of Death?" a sneer of disdain appeared on the face of the divine envoy at the sight of the swarming ghost soldiers, although he was seriously wounded, his remaining strength was enough to destroy an enemy of this level. He sat upright on his altar and stomped lightly under his feet, and a grim green aura of death spread out around his body.

The aura of death passed through the body of the ghost soldier without any effect, and the ghost soldier pounced on his altar without the slightest hindrance, drowning him under the waves.

"This guy is stupid...... Tika sighed as he slipped through the wall and looked at the oracle who was drowning in the wave of ghost soldiers, cursing and wailing angrily, and finally his voice gradually became lower.

The combat effectiveness of the ghost soldiers is not much stronger than that of the previous life, and the protection ability has been weakened, but the noble divine envoy has chosen the wrong way to attack, how can death stop death?

The Ghost Veteran floated down from the altar and brought the Mercury Crown on the head of the Divine Envoy to Tika, an artifact given to the Divine Envoy by the Lord of Death himself, and even ordinary undead could feel the terrifying power hidden in it, but this artifact had already been used once in the battle with the Earthwalking Princess, and was now in a long cooldown period. I have to say that the divine envoy really died an extremely unjust death.

"My lady, Bishop White, please lead us to continue to protect this city!" said the veteran with a smile. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)