When Morgan stumbled up the black-fogged hillside to find the hut that Mobent Fell had spoken, he had no retinue by his side, only the faithful sword Acheus with him. Morbent's last words echoed in his head;

"Immortality is not a gift, but the most vicious curse; Giving life to the dead is not a miracle, it is a crime committed in the name of salvation. ”

Morgan, who was a high-ranking priest of the Pope of Light and one of the researchers of the secret experiment, found his conscience before he died, and Morgan did not understand the meaning until now;

In the cemetery next to the mountain, several rotting zombies were wandering at this time, and it could be seen from the open tombs on the side that they had crawled out of the coffins in the ground by themselves.

As the original paladin, Morgan was not afraid of this seemingly disgusting monster, but in fact it was slow and weak. A few swords down, and they crumbled like rotten hangers. However, the shattered body still wriggled on the ground, and after a while, it merged together and stood up again.

Morgan felt sick to his stomach, and walked around them with his sword, and walked towards the cabin. When he came to the damp door, he just touched it, and the door opened on its own, and Morgan looked inside, gasped, and almost fell to the ground; The room was full of zombies looking back at him at the same time.

He took two steps back, subconsciously trying to summon the Light energy, but no matter how much he called, there was no response. The holy covenant on his waist was silent, and the holy words that had been recited thousands of times flashed on the cover, as if mocking him at this time; "The Light will not turn its back on His faithful followers at any time."

A sense of sadness welled up in Morgan's heart, could it really be that as the strange witcher had said, the power of the Holy Light did not come from faith, but only from the nearby church to see if it was willing to send energy to the holy pact held by the paladin. The knights are nothing more than walking puppets, seemingly powerful, but in fact they are controlled by the hanging strings above their heads.

Morgan's courage quickly dried up like a poked water bag, and he stepped back until his back touched something damp and cold. He didn't have to look to know what it was, and with a backhand sword, he cut off the zombie at the waist, and the hand and legs holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

Feeling the breath of the living, this vast cemetery is awakening; In front of him, countless withered hands broke through the soil and stretched out, and one after another dead people got up from the tomb, crawled out, and staggered towards him.

Ordinary people would have been disillusioned in the face of this scene, but as a soldier who had fought for many years and was one of the best commanders in the kingdom, Morgan was still able to hold Acheaeus with all his will, and turned his head and rushed towards Mobent's hut.

Although the power of the Holy Light is gone, the swordsmanship and combat skills are still there. He fought his way out with a sword, punch and kick, taking advantage of the sluggishness of the zombies, stepping over the shattered corpses and running up the rotten staircase; rushed into the corner room on the second floor, closed the door, threw down the greatsword, and struggled to pick up the wardrobe next to it against the door.

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief as he heard his nails scratching the door outside, and it was safe for the time being. At this moment, the closet in front of him was suddenly smashed open, and a zombie with a cloak, cloudy fangs, and pus, blood and maggots sprung out of it; Knocking Morgan to the ground, his yellow fangs heading straight for his neck.

Morgan struggled to grasp the zombie's jaw with one hand, holding his fangs an inch out of his neck, and reached for the greatsword that fell to the side with the other. However, it was still a little bit worse, and Morgan's strength was almost exhausted in the previous battle, and the fangs pressed down little by little, and it seemed that it was about to pierce his skin;

Morgan yelled, withdrew his hand, grabbed the zombie's head, and twisted it with all his strength. I heard a click and my neck was broken, and the zombie's head hung down softly, and at the same time, the tongue stuck out of the elder; Morgan took the opportunity to kick him away, turned over and picked up the giant sword on the side, slashed at the zombie more than a dozen times in a row, and then threw the broken corpses from the window one by one.

After doing all this, Morgan collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. When he lowered his head, he saw that his arms and hands were cut by the zombie's fangs and claws, and his head and face were covered with disgusting mucus and pus. There are also deep scars left by several claws on the back and legs. There was a desolate whimper in his throat, and he didn't know how long he could hold out.

After looking around, Morgan leaned down and stroked the floor one by one. Finally, in the dim moonlight under the window, he finally found the wooden floor tile with a special mark on it, and when he pried it open with the tip of his sword, a black package was revealed.

When it was opened, there was an inconspicuous oil lamp, and with a slight flicker, there began to be a sparkling firefly in the lampshade. Almost at the same time, the incessant roars of the outside world, emanating from the shriveled mouthpieces of zombies, suddenly stopped.

It took a long time for Morgan to tentatively remove the closet, open the door, and see the zombies outside lying on the stairs. Then he carefully carried the greatsword and the oil lamp, and went downstairs and out of the house.

Along the way, the living dead return to what they should have been in the tomb, broken, stinking, and silent. He walked out of the cemetery, but as he approached the forest below, a swift arrow struck him in the shoulder.

It was a silent arrow commonly used by MI7, with lightning magic attached, and Morgan felt his shoulder paralyzed, and as soon as his hand was released, Achees was thrown to the ground. He gripped the oil lamp with his other hand as he shouted into the forest, "You fools! I want to see Your Majesty, I have in my hands the evidence that the Pope has committed a felony! You can't ......"

Before he could finish speaking, with a muffled sound in the distance, one of his knees was shattered by a bullet, and he let out a scream of pain, and immediately fell to his knees, almost breaking the oil lamp on the ground;

At this time, he realized that the order the other party received might not be to capture him alive.

A few more bullets hit Morgan. He couldn't feel the pain anymore, and with the last of his strength he held up the ground, slowly placing the oil lamp, or the undead suppressor, on the ground.

Blood rushed up his throat, and Morgan muttered indistinctly, "Stop...... Without this, everyone here would have to ......."

With a crisp sound, a missed bullet hit the oil lamp, shattering it. Morgan finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground, and in his cloudy eyes, the fireflies in the lamp gradually went out;

At the same time, the roar that seemed to come from hell, mixed with incomparable malice and resentment, resounded one after another around him.

Morgan finished the last half of the sentence, "...... Forever...... Suffer...... Punish. He stopped breathing. His eyes were still open, and past him, a few shriveled and rotting feet with bone-baring bones walked by.

After a while, Morgan's lifeless eyes were covered with a black mist, and his tall body stood up again in an eerie position, his bones crackling and his throat emitting a roar that completely blended into his surroundings;

Even though he was already like this, he still didn't forget to pick up the Aceous that had been with him all his life. Then he staggered, brandishing his greatsword, and walked forward.