The celebratory bonfire was lit in the camp, and laughter and noise drowned the entire camp. No one noticed that danger was approaching quietly.

Whether it is the merchants or the mercenaries, they are celebrating and are sincerely happy that they can escape from death this time.

Maybe because he was so excited that even the guards at the gate lost their previous alertness. No one saw that the bodies of the lizard men scattered on the ground slowly merged together.

The black, sticky object like the smelly mud in the sewer swallowed all the lives nearby. Whether it is plants, insects or passing animals, it will not let go of any living objects, and even the passing earth will be exhausted.

Under the cover of night, those fused black gels silently approached Saquin Camp.

"What's wrong, Sur? Looks like you are worried." The leader of the Crazy Wolf Mercenary who raised his glasses to celebrate noticed another mercenary leader. While everyone was celebrating escaping from the lich, the leader of the Silver Wind Mercenary Group looked worried and stood alone in the corner.

"...Wick, I always have an ominous premonition. I don't know why. Although the knights of the Church of Light drove away the lichs, don't you think they won too easily?"

"You mean..." Wick didn't think anything strange. The Church of Light is a guest star of the undead, and it's understandable that he was defeated. What was Sur worried about?

"Even if the Church of Light has to go through a hard battle to win, you see, just now... the Lich sacrificed so many lizards and completed the magic circle, so easily, don't you think there is something wrong with this in itself?"

"I think something is wrong after hearing what you said." Feeling that things are really a bit short of a second, Wick put down the wine glass in his hand.

"And... the female leader of the blood-colored thorns was taken away by the Church of Light? Although the other leader said it was okay, you see that he immediately rode the flying dragon and didn't look like he was fine?" Sur actually noticed the expression of Sistale when he left. Although he did not show it, the worry revealed in his eyes was still discovered by the careful Sur.

The two of them's argument attracted the attention of the people next to them, and even the deputy commander of the Blood-colored Thorny Thorns heard their conversation.

"Two, although our leader is not a gentleman, he may not have anything to do with the good people in your consciousness, but she will never do the things you guessed." Even if she explained this way, Seus's words still could not let Suer dispel his doubts.

"Mr. Sius, the people in the church may not be all good people. I think you, who were once wanted by the church, should know better than me. There are also bad people in the church, just like the dark tribe has good people. We cannot take it lightly just because it is the church. The scene just now is indeed very strange. If the knights of the church would enter the camp, comfort the frightened merchants, and promote their teachings, but they did nothing and just took your leader away. Isn't that strange?"

If it's really okay, why bother leaving in a hurry?

"Of course I know that there are many bad guys in the church. However, the leader will not let us stay even though he knows the danger." Sius was not unaware of the scene just now, but the high priest said nothing, so he could only wait here.

Even if it is just a chess piece, according to Moya's personality, it is impossible to easily let us die without any value.

"Sur, what you mean is that the lich did not escape, but left by itself. The magic circle was not broken, but was temporarily blocked, so the church left us alone and took away the woman who might know what inside information? Haha...Sur, are you a little too nervous? The blood-colored thorny people are here. If the church really can't handle it, they will let us evacuate..." Before Wick finished speaking, he was interrupted by the screams that sounded not far away.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?!"

The people who were still celebrating were frightened by the shrill shouts. The remaining power of the lich had not yet dissipated, and the shadow of the undead was still left in everyone's hearts.

"Monster, monster!!"

A guard in charge of guarding the gate stumbled over, his face full of horror.

"What the hell is going on?!" Recognizing that this was a member of his regiment, Wick stepped forward and grabbed the poor guard and asked.

"Regiment, the leader... that, there are monsters outside... there are monsters outside!!" The soldier stretched out his hand and pointed toward the gate and could only answer in a stuttering and fearful tone; "A terrible monster came from the other side of the door, and it had swallowed a lot of people."

"monster?"

"Yes... I have swallowed a lot of people. Leader, think of a solution, otherwise we will all be killed!!"

"Follow me!!" Wick shouted, leading his mercenary men toward the gate.

When I arrived, I smelled a very pungent smell.

"What's this?!"

Looking at the sticky block, Wick frowned. It was swallowing every life near it at an astonishing speed, including those without life.

No one who was stuck could break free, and could only let out a desperate and shrill scream.

"Shoot with arrows!!" Seeing the guards being swallowed, Wick roared angrily, and the mercenaries who reacted raised all the weapons they could project and headed towards the black monster that was advancing all the way and devouring all the objects.

But the sharp arrows and spears only emitted "Puff! Puff!" sounds, and disappeared into the black mucus - the attack was invalid!!

"Aguchi, try using spells." Surragon tried using spells by rushing over.

With a "huh!", a burning fireball flew over and then extinguished in the monster's terrible body with people's hope.

"Is the spell invalid?" Sur was still thinking about how to deal with the sticky monster, but heard Will next to him exclaim.

"Oh my God..."

When he looked up, Suer, who thought he was rational, couldn't resist his whole body trembling.

The mercenaries who were alive just now and the humans who were still calling for help have now turned into air-dried corpses and slid out of the monster's body.

Not only humans, but also the lizard men who were previously sacrificed as sacrifices and blood appeared.

From the moment they landed, strange red lights immediately erupted from the eyes of these lifeless corpses. They were so evil and so scary.

"Turn humans, not all creatures into undead... that monster has such ability...Wick, we can't continue to stay in this camp." After grabbing Wick, who had already disappeared, Soul shouted anxiously.

"Leave, leave?"

"Of course, go to Domiar. There is the Grand Temple of the Church of Light, which is our only way out. Get together with everyone in the camp and leave here immediately!!" Sur commanded all the mercenaries who were stunned by the scene in front of him; "Why are you still standing there?! Don't you want to survive?"

"None of you can escape. My servants will use your flesh and blood as food and offerings to worship the banned god of death." An old voice sounded over the camp, and people stared at the phantom that suddenly appeared in the air.

The lich who had left earlier was staring at the people on the ground with his evil eyes.

"Without the obstruction of the Dark Night High Priest, it is too easy to kill you mortals. The guys in the church are too naive. With their little strength, they are not enough to make me give up the idea of ​​attacking the temple. Mortals, as bait to awaken the great priests, contribute your precious lives."

As the lich talk ended, the undead who had originally stood still began to move towards the crowd.

Death and fear once again enveloped the entire Saquin Camp.

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"I didn't expect we would meet again in this way, Sistale."

When Sistaer heard the voice of his speech, he noticed the Pharaoh who existed in magical communication. He had a rare expression of surprise on his face. After a slight delay, he actually turned his eyes to the ground, which was quite evasive.

Of course, Moya also found out that Sistale was unnatural.

I remember that I had heard from Sistale before that the current Fraternal Emperor Til had a good relationship with him in the church. If it weren't for his origins from the Holy Empire royal family, Sistale might have won the many candidates and become the first mixed-race elf to ascend to the throne of the Fraternal Emperor.

Perhaps the appearance of the Emperor brought up the memories of the white elves that Sisthal had been closed in his heart, and he could only cast his eyes on the ground. In order to avoid the embarrassing scene continuing, Moya began to distract the Emperor of the Emperor.

"His Majesty the Emperor, I think I need time to consider this alliance."

After a long silence, the Emperor spoke again.

"I just asked the high priest to consider it, and did not ask for answers now. So, a month later, an emergency meeting jointly held by the Church of Light and the Holy Empire will be held in Shandu, the Northern Continent. At that time, whether or not I agree to the alliance, I hope that the high priest will participate."

At this time, the letters in Moya's hand had been burned out, and the light emitted by the crystal ball placed on the table gradually dimmed. Before the figure of the Emperor disappeared, his sigh of regret remained.

"Sistar... I once had high hopes for you. For the crown of darkness, you gave up everything, including your once kind heart. It really disappointed me..."

"Tsk, long-winded old guy." Moya muttered as she glared at the disappearing image, but she was not worried about what Sistale would think.

After experiencing so much suffering together, he should know that returning to darkness is his best choice. Although being a white elf is more in line with his personality, it is just like he is not suitable to be a dark clan.

But the arrangement of fate is so helpless that they can only survive by continuing the dark path under their feet. Only by living can they change everything, including fate.

"Are you going?" Sistaer spoke until the Emperor's figure completely disappeared. Although there was nothing on the surface, Moya still noticed that the words when the Emperor left still caused a certain blow to him.

"Of course. Although I can't get rid of the matter in the East Continent at the moment, I want to go. After all, the return of the God of Death is a big deal and we must not be underestimated. Our actions must also be accelerated, Sistale." Moya was also Sistale worried about something.

The East Continent is the stronghold of the Night Elves and the Dark Clan, and she is safe here.

But once she goes to the northern continent, to the church of light and the territory of mankind, she can no longer guarantee her safety.

"This is fate. I will never know what will happen to me in the future. The only thing I can do is to move forward. If it is just because of danger and fear of the unpredictable future, then I cannot move forward any step. The path of blood and thorns is the path I chose, then I will go firmly. No matter what kind of hardships await me ahead, I will continue to move forward. No doubt, no hesitation. Let's go together, Sistale. Although what the Emperor said makes sense, we who have reached this point have no way out. Let's move forward together. It's not for the crown of darkness, but for yourself. So, I want to go. For the time being... Let's truce with the church, Duke Haken, you tell the Emperor that in a month, I will arrive on time."

"I understand, I will tell Your Majesty your decision." Haken agreed with a smile.

"I didn't expect that the High Priest was still a philosopher. If these words were spoken by the members of the Light Church, I would not be surprised at all, but if you say them..."

"Haken, it's so rude!!" Afraid that the Dark Night Priest would feel unhappy, the goddess guard hurriedly stopped her brother from continuing.

"It's okay, he said it even though he knew I wouldn't care. The same is true for His Highness, a talent like you should be the Dark Clan to better play to your advantages."

"Ah, I'm really angry..."

"Haken!"

Just as the atmosphere was eased from tension, everyone in the tent noticed that in Saquin, not far from here, the breath of the undead suddenly rose, stronger than at dusk.

"Damn it, has that old ghost Laxis not given up yet?!" Thinking of the blood-colored thorns still there, Moya eagerly attracted the demon dragon.

The Duke also assembled his cavalry and followed Moya toward Saquin Camp.
Chapter completed!