Forty-eight hours after the rebels staged the coup, the Voodoo apologists were in full swing,

Kassandra, the plague dragon knight, led a number of terrifying creatures from the other world to sweep through the royal capital of Solan, and the entire palace area was overwhelmed by the plague mist.

Seeing that the rebel forces have suffered a major setback, everyone knows that the overall situation has been decided,

The immovable watchers began to act, pledging their allegiance to the royal family of Rafalite, who did not yet know that the king and the crown prince had died.

A quarter of an hour ago, the survivors of the rebel upper echelons fled to one of the tallest towers of Soran's court,

The dark green poisonous mist had not yet invaded the place, but they had already inhaled a large amount of plague gas in the courtyard.

"Those hateful wall-weeds have fallen to our enemies!" The rebel general said indignantly.

Rosemary Midknight coughed violently: "Ahem, ahem...... I felt like I was inhaling so many small pushpins in my lungs, and every breath I took hurt like a knife, and I ...... I can't breathe......"

King Wells, the reeler, was very ill, and his cheeks, which had been healthy and ruddy, turned purple, like a corpse on the verge of death.

Despite this, he cares more about his lover:

"My dear, you'll be fine, as long as you survive this calamity, our cause can be restarted."

The sound of gunfire outside gradually stopped, and monsters roamed around the royal capital, and when they found a living person, they pounced on it and devoured the flesh and blood.

Cries for help and screams were incessant, and the sharp monster teeth chewed the tough bones to pieces, and the entire king was almost killed, and gradually became silent.

After a while, there was a stirring in the ruins of the palace, and it was clearly not a human voice.

From the tower, Wells Canterbury looked down with a brass telescope and was surprised to see the rebel soldiers stunned by the poisonous fog mutated into walking corpses, wandering aimlessly through the courtyard.

"We ...... Will it be like that? Rosemary asked, her golden eyes widening in horror.

"Honey, we're in high places, we should be fine." Wells comforted, but thought to himself: (My beauty, it's all over.) ）

The grumpy marauder ruled for only two days, and Wells had many shortcomings, but he was a lover who truly loved him, and he could die with her without regrets.

The rebel general fell without warning, and Wells walked over and touched the stiff neck of the other party: "There is no pulse, he is dead." ”

The attendant grabbed the corner of the corpse's clothes in a panic: "Throw him down quickly, before he turns into a terrible zombie!" ”

"Good idea, smart move." Wells kicked and shattered the stained glass and went to help, but just as they were halfway there, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

"Ahh Oh, my God! Rosemary cowered in the corner and screamed.

The zombie pounced on the squire's body and gnawed, gulping down the flesh before the prey could die.

Wells drew his saber and stabbed the zombie in the chest, but it obviously didn't work, so he stabbed at the zombie's head, and the sharp blade pierced through the brain, killing it completely.

"You have to destroy the skull." Wells raised the blade and found that it was not blood, but a black, sticky clot of blood.

He sheathed his sword, dragged the two corpses to the tower window, and kicked them down.

Wells, sweaty and rudely tearing open the buttons of his tunic and shirt, his broad chest covered with curled black chest hair, glanced at his shivering lover in the corner:

"It's okay now, my dear, it's just the two of us, safe."

Rosemary was so frightened that her teeth chattered: "Wells...... You...... Your eyes are getting cloudy......"

Wells Canterbury picked up the shard of glass on the ground and looked at himself:

"Unfortunately, I'm turning into a monster."

He looked up and looked at Rosemary with pity, her golden eyes clouding:

"Honey, so are you."

A great shadow strikes, and the Plague Dragon Knight and her Plague Dragon sweep past the tower, spotting the two hiding there.

The dragon tore down half of the wall and squeezed in, and the dragon knight stepped down from his saddle and took off his helmet and gas mask, revealing a swarthy face.

"The snatcher and his mistress have finally caught two big fish." The dragon knight said proudly.

"You voodoo lackey, die!" Wells drew his sword and stabbed, but halfway through, he walked slower and slower, clutching his chest and stopped.

"Hahaha, snatcher, wasn't it quite fierce just now, why didn't it work all of a sudden?"

The dragon knight Kassandra laughed, holding a small voodoo doll in her right hand and a dagger in her left hand to stab the doll's body.

This is one of the advanced witchcraft of the Soskaya Cult of Voodoo, where a curse is cast on a voodoo doll, and the victim will feel the same pain as the doll.

"You old black-skinned! I'm going to cut off your ugly face and make it into a lampshade! ”

Wells Canterbury cursed and stood, his iron will holding back the pain and attacking again.

The dragon knight Kassandra was confident and unhurried, and only when the tip of the sword pierced in front of her eyes did she squeeze a voodoo doll hard.

"Ahh You bastard old witch! Wells's sword fell to the ground, and he rolled on the ground in pain, and scolded:

"If you want to kill, you will kill, Hugh will humiliate me!"

"What a man!" Kassandra praised, then changed her tone and teased:

"Snatcher, you've contracted my plague of natural disasters and you're about to turn into a walking corpse, and so is your mistress, what a zombie couple, hahaha!"

Wells's body collapsed, but his mouth kept scolding:

"Fuck you, old witch, even if she turns into a zombie, she will be much more beautiful than your ugly face!"

This sentence really hit the sore spot of the dragon knight, because of the practice of witchcraft and poison-making techniques, Kassandra Lipston's face has long been decayed, as a woman, she still cares a lot about the evaluation of outsiders.

"Shut up, Reacher, I'll watch you both turn into monsters and enjoy the process with champagne."

"Hmph, Lao Tzu won't let you succeed!" Wells Canterbury took up his sword from the ground and was about to kill himself.

He seemed to remember something, his movements paused in mid-air, looked at Rosemary and said:

"I have lived vigorously in my life, and I have no complaints if I fail, and now, there is only one thing I can't let go, and that is you.

The first time I saw your golden eyes and silver hair, my soul had been taken from me.

My dear, I just want to ask, have you ever loved me? ”

"Love...... I love ......," tears welled up in Rosemary's golden eyes.

"No, I want you to be louder and honest."

Rosemary Midknight wiped away her tears, and her expression became resolute:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wells, but I'm just taking advantage of you.

From that 'chance meeting' at the salon banquet to the night together, it was all carefully planned by me, and I need your army to achieve the goal.

I have never loved you, and my heart belongs only to Baron Victor Stronghald, past, present, and future. ”

Wells Canterbury was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing:

"Hahaha! In the end, it's all in vain!

That's it! Thank you for the truth, no matter what you think, I really love you, goodbye! ”

With that, he severed the carotid artery with the force of his hand, and collapsed to the wall and collapsed.

"Wells the Snatcher, what a heroic man." The dragon knight Kassandra turned her gaze to Rosemary:

"Little princess, it's a pity that a beauty like you has become a zombie, I am waiting to witness this moment."

"Witch, don't try to see my amusement,

I am the daughter of the Midknights, a fierce female night owl, with warrior blood in my veins. ”

By the time she said this, Rosemary Midknight was very calm.

She suddenly pulled out the pocket pistol in her sleeve pocket and pulled the trigger at the dragon knight.

"Phew!"

The shot was missed, grazing his cheek and flying.

The dragon knight felt a burning pain in her face, and the brush with death made her tremble and unable to speak.

Rosemary smiled and threw away the pocket pistol:

"Hey...... I'm really useless, if my little sister Edgar was there, I would have used an axe to feed your witch to the dogs. ”

With her back to the enemy, she walked to the broken floor-to-ceiling window and looked down,

The courtyard of the palace was littered with the corpses of rebel officers and soldiers, and terrifying monsters roamed everywhere.

The setting sun is the direction of her homeland, the direction of Valsta, the direction of her soul.

Rosemary Midknight closed her eyes and leaped into the afterglow of the setting sun.

(I'm coming for you...... Dear Victor. ）

With silver curls fluttering in the wind, Rosemary enjoyed the feeling of falling, she had never been freer in her life than she was now:

(Mother, I'd love to see you wearing a crown again.) ）