Chapter 113 112 Revenge of the Undead

Chapter 113 -112- Revenge of the Undead

Damn it, hasn’t this evil god already left Bold?

Why are you back? !

The great priest was frightened.

He feels that he has been really unlucky during this period. Ever since the Blood Demon case at Castle Manor, he has been having bad luck. Today, he feels that everything in Boulder has been vaguely beyond his control. !

Looking at the manor gushing evil energy in the distance, he was frightened, scared and angry.

He didn't dare to step forward, for fear of following in the footsteps of the great knight, but he also didn't dare to leave, for fear that after the evil god left, all his secrets would be exposed...

Until the Duke of Bold also rushed over.

"Master High Priest."

Seeing the high priest, the old Duke saluted.

Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, the great priest returned the gift with difficulty:

"Your Excellency the Duke..."

The old Duke withdrew his gaze and focused on the manor in the distance.

His expression gradually became serious:

"It's the summoning of the dead..."

"With such a large-scale summoning of the dead, how many dead souls did the necromancer behind this collect?"

"Master High Priest, we must stop him!"

However, after he finished speaking, he saw that the great priest had not taken any action.

The old Duke frowned and noticed something was wrong with the other person's expression:

"Master High Priest?"

After a moment of silence, the high priest said dryly:

"This is not an ordinary summoning of the dead..."

"I feel the breath that belongs to Him... He is inside, and He is the one who moves everything!"

"Him?"

Duke Bold was stunned for a moment and quickly grasped the key.

"That evil god?!"

His expression suddenly changed.

The great priest took a deep breath and nodded slightly:

"Your Excellency the Duke..."

"I'm afraid we can no longer intervene in this disaster of the undead."

The old Duke suddenly became angry:

"Do you mean to allow the evil god to wreak havoc?! The Fire Demon disaster ten years ago destroyed half of the city of Boulder. Will it happen again today?"

The high priest looked at him deeply:

"Your Excellency Andre, if you want, go ahead yourself, as long as you are not afraid of ending up like Od."

"What we have to do now is not to hit the stone with an egg, not to stop Him, but to evacuate the nearby people as soon as possible to prevent being affected by this disaster!"

The old Duke looked solemn.

Although they were unwilling to admit it, the power of this mysterious evil god was beyond what they could deal with.

This evil god... is definitely not the kind of evil god who has just revived and whose power has not been restored, and even ordinary extraordinary people have a chance to seal it!

His strength is already strong enough. If we really want to deal with him, we must rely on the diocese to send a legend!

"I will arrange manpower to alienate nearby residents as soon as possible, but please also arrange priests and deploy divine magic as soon as possible!"

said the Duke of Bold.

However, after listening to his words, the great priest shook his head:

"No, we don't need to arrange magic. That will only anger Him further..."

As he spoke, he took a deep look at the old Duke and said meaningfully:

"Your Excellency, even if he is an evil god, he is also a transcendent myth, and myths...we should be in awe of."

The old Duke frowned.

He only felt that the high priest's attitude today was quite strange, and his words were also quite cautious.

Not only was there no usual hatred and hostility toward the evil god from the Holy Royal Court, but there was also a strange respect in it.

Chewing on the meaning of the other person's words, he gradually came back to his senses...

Evil God!

Now there is an evil god hiding in the manor!

The power of the evil god is unimaginable to mortals.

Every word they say now is likely to be heard by the other party!

The reason why the high priest changed his usual tone was probably to reduce the other party's attention.

After realizing this problem, the old Duke's scalp suddenly became numb and he wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

Because he realized that he might already be under the evil god's gaze, and his life and death might all depend on the other person's thoughts.

"Don't worry, since you and I are still standing here, at least it means...as long as we don't take the initiative to offend Him, He doesn't want to talk to us."

"We...just wait for Him to finish what He wants to accomplish and leave."

Seemingly sensing the old Duke's nervousness, the high priest spoke to comfort him.

It seems to be comforting the other party, and also seems to be comforting oneself.

After listening to the words of the high priest, Duke Bold felt somewhat at ease.

However, looking at the undead from natural disasters that, although powerful, seemed to be confined to the manor, he became confused again:

"But... why did He choose this place? What is His purpose?"

"Where did these undead... come from?"

The high priest was silent.

The actions of gods are not aimless and often have their own meaning.

Although he didn't know why this evil god suddenly had a seizure, he could roughly guess what it had to do with...

Not only that, but combined with the manor's dark secrets, he could roughly guess the origins of these resurrected undead.

Of course, he wouldn't say this.

However, the high priest did not say anything, but someone said it for him:

"Why did you choose this place? Probably... because this place is full of depravity and evil. This is the venue for the Drunken Dream Salon!"

The two Blazing Suns turned back at the same time and saw the demon hunting knights and city guards finally arriving.

Captain of Demon Hunting Kara dismounted and saluted the two men. A black cat jumped off her horse. It was Nice.

And the one who just spoke was also Nice.

"Nice?"

The High Priest narrowed his eyes.

Nice cleared his throat and said:

"Your Excellency the High Priest, Your Excellency the Duke..."

"We received a report that there are nobles holding evil and corrupt parties here, and they are colluding with the Blood Demon Cult..."

"On the way here, we also rescued several girls who escaped, and even caught a cultist who rebelled against the Blood Demon Cult, and got confirmation."

After hearing its words, the High Priest's expression tightened, and the old Duke's eyes condensed.

He looked at the manor that was still shrouded in evil spirits:

"Drunken Dream Salon? So... all the people inside are nobles?!"

"Well, Drunken Dream Salon, according to the rebellious Blood Demon Cultists, the cases of missing children and blood demons that have continued in Boulder for so many years are all related to it."

The black cat said solemnly and with a sense of justice.

As it said this, it said to the demon hunter behind it:

"Bring up that blood demon cultist."

A blood demon cultist with dull eyes was quickly brought over.

Nice jumped in front of him and ordered:

"Go ahead, tell His Excellency the Duke and His Excellency the High Priest what happened here."

After hearing its words, the blood demon cultist raised his head.

His eyes were dull, and his expression quickly fell into fanaticism, which was obviously abnormal:

"Revenge! It's revenge!"

"The great crown listened to the girls' pain and despair, and gave them the opportunity for revenge!"

After hearing the blood demon cultist's words, the high priest's expression changed slightly.

The next moment, the evil spirit shrouding the manor suddenly changed, and a series of hideous vengeful spirits flew into the sky and flew towards various places in Boulder City...

One of the vengeful spirits rushed towards the high priest!