"Is the news reliable?" the magician asked again.

"Of course it's reliable. I've watched her grow up in the Deer Slaughter Tavern."

An elderly warrior wearing a dark purple cloak came out and let the heavy rain drip along his cloak like a turret, shook his head slightly, "I won't admit my mistake. I watched her with my own eyes by observing magic and watching her in the mass graveyard by the gravekeeper."

"I was poached by two habitual criminals and corpse thieves again." Then he added.

The magician secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Recently, his nerves have been tense, and any movement has made him unconsciously think of the Shar Church and the fallen people who believe in the devil.

As it turns out, he is indeed too careful. In normal times, these are things that are so sparse that they cannot attract anyone's attention.

The heavy rain gradually became heavier, hitting the ground with a bang, and a black turbid current poured down from the hills in the distance.

The magician ordered all the soldiers on guard to go back and rest, standing alone in the rain.

He stared at the dark rain screen. Even if the weather was so bad, it would be difficult to erase the hope that rose in his heart.

Just yesterday, after obtaining the consent of the lord, his nearly 500 Tifflin tribe members were all placed in Mokou Town.

Once upon a time, he was a lonely wanderer struggling between good and evil. He grew up in the most dilapidated place, wandering in the streets and alleys, suffering from poverty, suspicion and various prejudice.

Living in the shadow made him learn not to fear the darkness. In this painful life, the magician always controls his own violent tendencies and cruel nature, and is supported by the true meaning of survival to survive.

His race is descended from the devil, humans with the blood of evil spirits, and the successors of the ancient hell bloodline, but they must find their own destination in this world that fears and hates the Tifflin race.

And his belief in living was to prove to the world that this was not the fault of the Tifflin race, but the sin left by ancient blood, and their descendants should not be allowed to bear this pain.

After all, they are just a group of ordinary mortals, just to live strong in this world. They should not always be watched and whispered, always endured violence and insults, and always see distrust and fear in the eyes of others.

That's why he wanted to find a territory for his race that could accept them, rather than letting them wander in the most dilapidated alleys, ruins and shadows in every corner of the continent.

Because of this, after hearing the news that the lords of Mokou Town and even the goblins were willing to accept, he came here without hesitation, and while choosing to join, he silently observed the character of the ruler.

As it turned out, he really found the right place. The young mage lord was not only willing to accept them, but also tacitly did not ask about everything about him and his origin.

Now, he has found a suitable destination for his race, so that he can go to Batto Hell with confidence when the mission is over.

Whether life or death, we must make a break from his evil demon leader.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the fortress of the garrison soldiers seemed to have a wide crystal bead curtain hanging, disappearing into the hazy night.

"Fuck, this woman is so beautiful!"

"When Old Rod was buried, I thought it was the girl in the Deer Slaughter Tavern. I didn't expect it to be her. This woman is more beautiful than any baron lady I have ever met. No, Miss Viscount! How about it? It's worth it to dig her out after so long, right?"

"Hahaha... It's so fucking worth it. It's good to meet such a beauty, even if it's a dead person!"

Two fat and thin gravediggers with perverted habits were rubbing their hands excitedly in front of a corpse.

The fat man looked at the beautiful woman who showed her true form and was surprised to find that she actually looked very pure. After all, she looked just a girl in her early twenties. Her seductive eyes turned slightly upwards, revealing a large piece of white eyes. She looked like a dead-looking girl, as innocent as if she was unfortunately killed.

The fat man stroked her cheek and felt a little pity. This looked like a fallen witch. As the church said, the fallen witches are all demons and will seduce people to the bottomless abyss.

The two completely different temperaments of purity and charm are so attractive when expressed in the same person, but there is still a blood stain on one cheek, which is really a bit disappointing.

So he picked up the water cup at the head of the bed and poured the water in the cup head-on on the woman's face. While pouring it, he rubbed the blood stains with his hands. The tender skin on his cheeks twisted in his hands, and his delicate pretty face kept making all kinds of strange expressions.

The fat man was seduced by beauty and slowly lowered his body to kiss the red lips. Just as the two were about to kiss each other, he suddenly realized something and shook his head, as if he wanted to be more awake.

"A bitch, I still want to seduce a man when I die!"

The fat man never had the chance to blaspheme such a beauty in his life. He did not feel pity for the sake of his beauty, but instead vented his dissatisfaction with being discriminated against and oppressed.

He shook her hard, then slap her, then slap her, constantly venting the unique aggrievance and anger of the people at the bottom.

Soon, after venting the anger in his heart, the fat man's palm also started to hurt.

The corpse just tilted its head silently, and its eyes were still rolling up.

But the little tongue was spit out slightly by the suffix, and the corners of his mouth were drooping weakly.

The fat man pinched the woman's chin and asked her to turn her head. He used his fingers to push a pair of rolled eyes to the front, so that she could look straight at him.

Outside the window, there was a heavy rain, lightning tore through the sky, and thunder exploded. In the small house that was set against the lightning like daylight, a corpse was placed in a strange posture in a strange position, and a sudden cold light flashed in his eyes.

Accompanied by the energy filled with destruction, it surges in the humid air.

Two gravediggers with a fat and thin expression were full of satisfaction. In the miserable wail, they watched their bodies melt like wax, from feet to head, from bottom to top, and at an extremely slow speed, turning into a pile of mud made of flesh and blood.

The Lost Lady's High Priest, "Black Veil", Eliriel, got up from the bed. She reached out and plucked her hair as scattered as black jade, and her whole body suddenly became clean and refreshing.

A black dance dress covered her graceful figure.

However, the clothes are not only translucent in texture, but also use very few materials and are extremely bold in style, so they can only cover up a few of the most important parts of the body.

It appears and appears even more seductive and charming when it is half-covered.

Then, a pair of black stockings and garters of the same color appeared out of thin air in her hand.

She rolled up her thin stockings and put them on her toes. The hazy black covers her skin little by little, covering her long and straight right leg.

The right foot is followed by the left foot. The priestess buckles the garter, stands up again, pulls up the hem of the skirt, checks the effect, and the legs under the black stockings are faintly wide and charming.

Finally, she used extremely gentle movements to cover her beautiful face with a thin black veil, revealing only those unforgettable eyes that were dark and deep as if they were also dark.

…………

Crazy.

The rain curtain outside the cave almost blocked the field of vision, and the world was pitch black.

‘Black Veil’ Eliriel stood at the entrance of the cave, looking straight ahead, and no darkness could escape her gaze.

Wherever her sight touched, piles of skulls bared their broken teeth and peered at the empty rain curtain with their black eye sockets.

The breath of fear brewed in the pouring dark night with heavy rain, making the desolate and barren cemetery look gloomy and terrifying.

Looking at the familiar scene, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. As her body suddenly relaxed, her pretty face, which was covered by the black veil, became extremely pale.

In order to complete the Lost Lady's plan, she avoided the detection of the Wizard Tower in Mokou Town and the carpet-style search of the magician, the price she paid was too heavy.

She slowly walked out of the cave, her cold and ruthless eyes finally glanced at the direction of Mokou Town, staring at the eyes of insight that shone like a lighthouse in the dark rain curtain, and a hint of disdain appeared in her eyes.

The power of mortals is still unable to fight against the true god after all!

It was through the divine power given to her by the Lost Lady, she escaped all their detection and successfully came here.

Although doing so will make her extremely weak for a long time, compared to the results after the plan is successful, these are worth it.

Eliriel pointed lightly at his fingertips, and wisps of black mist intertwined into a black light ball the size of a fist in the air.

“Buzz…”

The light ball was shaking, as if reminding the priestess to keep up with him.

A black ball of light guided her and drifted toward the mountains in the rain.

A large cemetery appeared in her vision.

This is the most remote and deserted place in Leiming Peak, the long forgotten cemetery, the abandoned Lord of Death, Cranwo Church, vaguely exposed a corner of the collapsed roof in the heavy rain.

In the heavy rain, the cemetery was in a mess, and most of the decaying and shattered tombstones fell in the dirty mud.

Under the guidance of the ball of light, the priestess came to a hidden basement deep in the ground.

The dark and spacious underground secret room is like another small world. On the uneven walls, there are many strange pictures, thrones made of countless bones, demons with bat wings and sheep's horns, burning flames, and a phantom shrouded in the darkness.

The pale ghost fire kept jumping and trembling in the darkness, making the surroundings look gloomy and terrifying.

As the priestess slowly moved forward, the ten coffins that gradually appeared in sight vibrated, and the half-closed coffin lid was completely turned open.

Strong negative energy spread out, and ten ghouls emitting foul smell jumped out of the sarcophagus and hissed and roared.

"Human..."

The leader of the ghoul lay on the ground with his limbs raised his ugly head, and made a stance like a beast ready to slap. He opened his mouth full of mucus and roared:

"This is the territory of the Immortal Lord Ozus, get out!"

"Get out!" the priestess scolded, and all the ghouls were crushed by the terrible energy, turning into a pile of black ash with scorched smoke.

Of course she knew who was hiding here, and the purpose of her hard work was to find this demon lord, and with the help of the demon lord, she sacrificed the city of Tivanton in the Kingdom of Cormier.

Ozens, the Immortal Lord.

A strong and vigorous demon monarch - His evil heart, evil realms, and unyielding strength can be compared with his physical state.

As the Immortal Lord who created the first undead creature, although Ozens is not a real god, he is worshipped by countless demons, necromancers and undead creatures as gods.

His secret orders are widely distributed in various worlds and races.

Especially the evil humanoid races, among which orcs, orcs, ogres, and fallen evil humans have the largest number.

His temples are spread throughout the multiverse, and serving His creatures will also gain divine arts like serving the true God.

The Immortal Lord Ozens is one of the most powerful demon monarchs in the Bottomless Abyss.

What He desires most is to make the entire multiverse a dead and dark world suitable for the survival of undead creatures, and to allow all existence to be subject to His will.

This terrifying demon lord is a legend in itself!

Ozens was once a mortal. No one knew the detailed information about him when he was a mortal. He only knew that at that time he was already a fat man with a swollen body and was proficient in certain spells.
To be continued...