Imprisoning the princess? You want me to be the villain?

Chapter 88 The Resurrected Nobles

Viscount Gavin's son was stunned by what Lear said, and began to think seriously under two pairs of serious gazes.

"I remember that my father went to the arena the day before yesterday, went to the opera house yesterday, and went to the cemetery to pay respects to the ancestors this morning..." He recalled slowly.

"It's here!" Lear said suddenly.

Everyone was shocked by Lear.

"It's the cemetery!" Lear said seriously.

"Corrupt believers can control the undead. There are so many noble professionals and kings of the royal family buried in the lord's cemetery. Wouldn't they be tempted?" Lear continued.

Sylvia's eyes gradually lit up as Lear spoke.

"Have you sent people to patrol the lord's cemetery?" Sylvia turned and asked the Golden Cultist beside him.

"Your Excellency the High Priest, that is an area under the jurisdiction of the royal family and the Golden Church cannot interfere." The Golden Church members shook their heads awkwardly.

Sylvia felt more and more that what Lear said was correct, "Send someone to check the lord's tomb immediately!"

"Yes!" The golden believer nodded in response, then quickly turned and left.

"Forget it, I'll go with you!" Sylvia was already impatient.

"Gass, I leave this to you!" She instructed Bishop Gas who was still healing Viscount Gavin.

Then she looked at Li Er who was standing beside her, "Lier, if the corrupt believers are really in the Lord's Cemetery, the Golden Church will reward you."

After saying this, she did not stay any longer and turned and left in a hurry.

Li Er smiled and nodded, while Viscount Gavin's son was a little depressed. Wasn't it me who provided this information?
Why was Lear rewarded?
He remembered that Sylvia had invited Lear alone at the previous banquet. There must be an affair!

He was furious in his heart, but on the surface, he could only pretend nothing had happened.

Lear did not notice Ryan's emotions. Since he had already told the Golden Church the whereabouts of the corrupt believers, all he had to do next was wait for the two sides to go to war.

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Lord's Cemetery. At this time, the fog in the cemetery became thicker, with a faint black color.

Ever since someone broke into the catacombs last night, Derich discovered that the catacombs' ability to suppress the corrupt law aura in Eric had disappeared.

Now that the smell of corruption has spread, he doesn't have much time left.

Almost all the corpses in the entire lord's cemetery have been transformed into undead by him. Even though the founding emperor Rohel has been dead for many years, he still has extraordinary strength after being resurrected as an undead!
There were several other kings who also had high-level strength.

These undead should be able to help him stop the Golden Church.

He failed last time in the Rhodes Empire, but this time he will let the corrupt true spirit come no matter what!

He raised his head to look at Eric who was hanging in the air. At this moment, Eric's belly was bulging and he no longer looked like a human.

Derich was admiring the perfect work of art in front of him, but suddenly his eyes changed and he looked towards the outside of the tomb.

somebody is coming!

Outside the Lord's cemetery, Sylvia looked at the mist and foul smell in the air, and was sure that she had found the right place.

"Notify Rosser and Ur immediately to seal off the Lord's cemetery!" She gave the order immediately. This time she would not let the corrupt believers have a chance to escape!
……

Everyone was mobilized. Upon receiving the news, King Rosser immediately dispatched the royal knights to the scene, and many nobles also rushed over.

Not only the ancestors of the royal family of all generations are buried in the Lord's cemetery, but also their ancestors. Looking at the black fog covering the sky above the cemetery, everyone's expression was very ugly.

The corrupt believers were hiding right under their noses and they had no idea.

"Damn corrupt believers, how dare you blaspheme the ancestors of my Kane family!" Someone was furious.

With this roar, emotions were aroused.

"I know you are very angry, so I called you here to eliminate the corrupt believers." Sylvia looked around, "Professionals above the high level, follow me in, and the rest of you stay outside to guard. Don't let any heretics escape!"

Sylvia was talking, and she wanted to give a few more instructions, but someone else's voice came from the side, "What is that?"

Sylvia frowned and looked up.

In the mist, under the tombstone, arms broke out of the ground, then slowly crawled out from the ground, stood up twistedly, and pairs of dark green eyes stared at the people outside.

"Father?" Someone looked at the figure in the mist with an expression of disbelief.

"Is that grandfather?" The nobles from outside started to riot.

The ancestors who were once revered have now reappeared before our eyes, but in this posture.

The muscles on his body had almost rotted away, and only his bones were still intact. His identity could barely be recognized by his clothes.

This is utter blasphemy!
Sylvia looked at the corpses that kept crawling out of the graves, and his expression became extremely ugly.

These corpses all exude the power of law, they are all professionals! The weakest ones are all beginner professionals!
She even saw professionals whose energy fluctuations reached a high level.

What kind of disaster would be caused if such a large number of professional undead rushed out of the cemetery?
This is different from the poor people in the slums before. Even if those poor people were transformed into undead, they were only at the level of ordinary soldiers. In front of professionals, they were like paper.

But now it's different.

"What did those damn pagans do?" King Rosser's face turned pale. His eyes swept across the many undead in the mist and were finally attracted by a figure.

The figure slowly walked out from the depths of the cemetery, and wherever he passed, the surrounding undead fell to their knees.

The figure was wearing tattered armor and holding a long sword.

Unlike the undead around him, this figure just looked a little haggard.

His skin was pale, his hair was gray, and his body showed no signs of decay. Instead, he exuded an indescribable majesty.

King Rosser looked at the man who kept moving and slowly opened his mouth.

"Rohel... Ancestor?" He said the man's name.

Some nobles around who knew history were horrified when they heard this name.

"Rocher? Could it be the founding king?"

"Your Majesty, the founding king? I remember that King Rohel was a saint-level war law professional, right?"

"Even His Majesty Rohel was transformed into an undead?"

"Such a powerful aura, is this an extraordinary level of undead?"

While the nobles were in shock, Rocher had already walked to the front of the cemetery. Behind him, other powerful figures also walked out.

Rosser looked at the figures who were slowly walking out, and his anger reached its peak. These were all ancestors of the royal family!
(End of this chapter)