Dancing is not allowed on the grave

When Syl woke up, he was back in the cemetery.

He sat up from the coffin "How long have I been asleep?"

Lancelot opened his pocket watch, "Five hours, 3 minutes and 27 seconds."

"Ah." Syl rubbed his temples, "Where's that child?"

Lancelot raised his chin slightly, motioning him to look at the other coffin beside him.

The little baby was covered with a grass-woven blanket on the grave, sleeping soundly, and the fair skin reflected the swaying firelight.

"When I was very young, the empire was at its peak." Beside the fire, Melotti was telling Nancy about her childhood memories. "My father was ambitious, and he sent troops to attack Ferdinand despite the dissuasion of the Holy See."

"But terrible things happened... those soldiers who died on the battlefield all turned into undead."

"They wore the armor of their previous lives, and they came back from the front on blue-gray undead horses. They were irrational, unable to feel pain, and retained their fighting instincts. Residents. And the most terrifying thing is that those who died under their iron hooves have also become undead..."

"It is said that it is a mutated corpse plague. After the infected person dies, the parasitic virus in the body will control the host's corpse. They use sharp nails and teeth to tear the skin of the living person, allowing the virus to enter the blood vessels and kill the host. It continues to spread and infect the population.”

"His Majesty the Pope once calculated that according to the rate of infection at that time, Augustine would be reduced to a kingdom of the dead in less than half a month."

How does this sound like Resident Evil?

Syl touched his head, "What happened next?"

"Later, it was the miracle of the Goddess of Light that saved us—the gods broke through the dark clouds, and the sky rained light." Melotti still remembers the scene of that day, "The sky above the imperial capital was shrouded in holy light, and a blur of the Goddess of Light emerged from the clouds. face, overlooking the world mercifully, solemn hymns echoed in every corner, and all evils were purified..."

The undead were purified and disappeared in the rain of light, returning to dust.

Although the miracle prevented the spread of the corpse epidemic, the catastrophe caused the population of Augustine to drop by nearly half within ten days, and its vitality was severely damaged.

The king confessed his recklessness to the Pope, and never violated the orders of the Holy See since then, and the relationship between Augustine and the Holy See became increasingly close. A statue of the Goddess of Light was enshrined in the city, and the whole country became the most loyal believer of the God of Light.

But this time, the miracle did not seem to favor Karami.

Before they left, they searched and found that half of the residents in the town were infected with corpse plague to varying degrees, and the first to show symptoms was the family of four who were found dead.

Apart from this, there have been no other deaths so far.

Syl looked at the sleeping baby, "He's still so young... he's about to lose his parents. Apart from miracles, is there really no other way to cure the plague?"

Unlike the natives of Losra, Syl came from a world with highly developed technology and medicine. In his opinion, since it is a disease, there should be medicines that can be controlled, but it cannot be developed with the medical level here.

Lancelot pondered for a moment, remembered something, and whispered in Searle's ear, "I've seen words related to corpse plague in the Necronomicon."

Searle immediately took out the Necronomicon and flipped through dozens of pages, and found something related to the corpse plague in one line.

After reading the statement at the top of the page, his pupils shrank suddenly.

[Refining materials: plague dead, mold...]

In the Necronomicon, there is even a record of the method of refining the corpse plague virus.In other words, this kind of disaster can be man-made.

Syle inexplicably felt chills down his back, and quickly flipped back, only to find that the next page was connected to completely irrelevant content, and there was an uneven margin in the crease between the two pages—one page was torn off.

Syl's fingers subconsciously stroked the incomplete margin, and the moment he touched it, a voice rang in his mind.

"My dear successor, you must have discovered that the code of necromancy I left you is missing a few pages. Don't worry, they are hidden in the ground as a little reward for you."

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Lancelot asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Syl come to his senses, "Noah said that he hid the missing content of the Necromancer underground."

Lancelot's eyes darkened, and when he spoke again, his voice was tinged with chills, "He did leave some things in the dungeon."

"Dungeon?"

Syl seems to have seen this option in the upper right corner of the map.

He unfolded the parchment map, and the fourth torch-shaped icon from the right in the option bar was the dungeon, and a row of prompts popped up after pressing it.

[This function has not been unlocked, please increase your cemetery level! 】

[It costs 30000 gold coins to upgrade the cemetery, do you confirm the upgrade? 】

【whether】

After successfully snatching Melotti from the wedding venue, the wealthy bard paid Syl a large reward. He glanced at the balance of [-] gold coins and pressed "Yes" richly.

"Ding--"

At the same time as the gold coins were deducted, on the parchment map, the boundary of the cemetery expanded by a quarter.

Syl heard the sound of hammers hitting the house, turned around and saw a small wooden house built on the spot where the original castle ruins were.

The wooden house is very simple, without even windows, but the roof is covered with a layer of soft thatch, which makes Searle feel a little warm - after all, compared to the cold coffin, this residence is already quite comfortable.

Nancy and Melotti on the side were dumbfounded.

Nancy: "What kind of magic is this?"

Searle scratched his head: "Krypton gold magic? Charging money makes me stronger."

——At this time, they hadn't noticed that outside the border of the expanded cemetery, several townspeople in a state of distress were running towards them in a panic.

The young man carried the frail old man wrapped in a cloak on his back. He ran forward and prayed in a crying voice: "It will be fine, the Goddess of Light will protect us."

However, the old face exposed in the cloak was completely covered by corpse spots, the eyeballs were protruding, and the pupils had lost their brilliance.

The kerosene lamp was shaking, unable to illuminate the fog-shrouded road in the outskirts of Karami. The young man staggered and fell forward. The knot that was carrying the old man loosened. movement.

"Woo--" There was a weeping wind sound from nowhere, and the lights were extinguished.

In the hazy, nightmare-like darkness, a strange sound of "Kaka" sounded clearly.

The young man turned his head and saw under the cloak, the dead old man stood up slowly with an almost twisted posture...

Like a puppet just assembled.

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