Dancing is not allowed on the grave

[Nut durability 99/100]

[Nut durability 98/100]

……

The nuts planted in the cemetery mutated to a height of half a person. When Searle arrived at the periphery, half of the nut wall had been eaten away by the undead outside the cemetery.

These are simply the most common undead, with weak fighting instincts, irrational, unable to climb over the half of the low wall, and still gnawing and attacking blindly.

On the other side of the fence, stood a not tall figure.

The man was against the light, wearing a black cloak, and had his hands on his hips. One of them was covered with bandages, but it didn't look like he was injured.

"Hahahahaha, tremble, be afraid, surrender to me, stupid human beings..."

"Crack!"—the sound of a dog chewing mud.

Searle: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and stopped about a meter away from the man, watching him wipe off the mud on his face, revealing a dirty face and the right half of the eye - the left one was also wrapped in a bandage Be strict.

"Mr. Steward." Searle frowned, and said to Lancelot beside him, "This man seems to be seriously injured."

"I'm not injured!" The man jumped up from the cemetery, covering his left eye with his bandaged hand, and let out a low, weird laugh, "See clearly, this is a seal."

He raised his face and looked at Searle from a overlooking angle, "Once the power in my body goes berserk, this world will be destroyed."

"..." Since he had just witnessed this person fall headlong from the wall, Searle had reservations about his words.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" The guy didn't realize that he was under suspicion. "Are you scared? Kid."

"I think you should have heard of it—this uncle is the devil who almost destroyed the Holy See of Holy Light."

"The devil?" Syl was stunned.

"Yes." The other party lazily brushed the dust off his body, "The Pope has sealed me underground for so many years, and he almost smothered me to death."

The pastor of the Holy See had previously revealed that the sleeping devil was about to wake up—and this person was dressed so strangely, and he just appeared at this juncture, ignoring his embarrassing appearance and inexplicable lines, combined with the background , His words seem to have some credibility.

Although this "devil king" is not majestic at all, and is far from the legendary beauty, Syl still asked politely, "Then Mr. Demon King, what's your name?"

"Uh..." This question seemed to overwhelm him, and the "devil king" scratched his head, "What's my name?"

"You know, I've been asleep for too long, and I inevitably forget who I am." He pondered for a moment, then asked Searle, "Then have you heard my name?"

Syl shook his head honestly, "I don't know."

"Oh." The other party seemed relieved, "I remembered, my former name was Hades."

"The name, it's just a code name." Hades shrugged, and turned to look at the undead who were eating nuts. "Did you see it? Your defense line is about to be breached by my men, so surrender quickly."

"Food, drink and hospitality, I may consider letting you go."

Syl saw through the wall of nuts that had been gnawed in half, and there were only a few scattered low-level undead.

He whispered into Lancelot's ear suspiciously, "Mr. Steward, why does this devil look like a not very smart son?"

"There are only a few subordinates, so there is no arrangement?"

Lancelot: "..."

Mr. Steward's eyes darkened, and Searle didn't see his movements clearly. When he turned his head, he heard a muffled "thump", and Hades had been put down on the ground.

"Huh?" Syl opened his eyes round, "Is it down? Is the devil king at this level?"

Lancelot didn't speak, but his face didn't look very good.

Nancy and Melotti had just visited the upgraded log cabin in the cemetery, and found that it was empty, with only two wooden beds placed, and even the ground was still the uneven loess from the original cemetery.

The two lost interest in an instant, and saw this scene when they came back to look for Syl.

"What's the matter? Who is this person?" Nancy stepped forward with a long leg, stepped forward and turned Hades, who was lying on the ground, "What's the matter with his eyes? Are they injured?"

"Don't move!" Syl grabbed the sleeve of Nancy's robe. "This is the seal of the Demon King. If it is untied, the world will be destroyed."

"Ah?" Nancy withdrew her hand like an electric shock, "Is it so scary?"

"Wait. Who do you think he is? The devil? The devil who has been sleeping for thousands of years?" Melotti's eyes lit up, she lifted Nancy and came closer, but frowned after seeing Hades's face clearly, "No Wrong? This is too common?"

"Could it be that he saved his entire face with one left eye?" The slender fingers painted with red nail polish rubbed on the bandage. "No, I have to see what he looks like."

With a "crack", a cluster of flames sprang up from Melotti's fingertips, blackening the bandage covering her eyes.

Syl was afraid that she would really burn the "seal" away, and she couldn't stop it, so she stretched out her hand and pointed to the outside of the cemetery, "Look!"

Then, while Melotti was diverting her attention, she quickly dragged the unconscious Hades aside.

This "devil king" is different from Syl's imagination, it is light and light, and it is not difficult to drag it at all, even like a kind of illusory spirit.

Searle didn't have much strength, and he was able to throw Hades into an abandoned coffin with one hand, and quickly covered the coffin board.

After finishing the "devil king", he turned around, only to find that Melotti's eyes were still in the direction he was pointing, and his eyes had froze - outside the gap in the nut wall, in the misty fog on the outskirts of Karami town, he could vaguely see Many figures are staggering, approaching here with a stooped, drunken attitude.

Sear felt a chill down her spine.

The first figure came out of the fog and was clearly exposed in the field of vision.

His skin was blue-white of death, covered by dense corpse spots, and the pupils in his eye sockets had disappeared, leaving only the protruding whites of his eyes.This is just an ordinary undead, his swaying posture is clumsy, slow, and even looks ridiculous, but it makes people shudder.

All four people present had seen his body.

This is the male owner of the first family they saw in the town who died due to the corpse plague, and behind him were several other corpses that were originally lying in the house.

In the gray mist behind them, there are still countless shadows hidden.Those were the people in Karami town who died from the corpse plague.

The flame at Melotti's fingertips was extinguished.

"This is a mutated corpse plague..." Her lips turned pale. "If such a large-scale outbreak is not controlled and it spreads to other towns, Augustine will be finished."

On the other side of the border, the Duke of Angus is still about to move, and the rulers of several cities are in his hands.

The entire empire was on the verge of swords and swords, and no one noticed that such a terrible corpse epidemic broke out in Karami.

And the ones who have discovered all this are four fugitives who are wanted by the Holy See of the Holy Light.

Melotti sighed, "I'm sorry, Nancy, I have to go back and report this to my father..."

"How do you go back?"

The cemetery was already at the border of the national border, and the undead in Karami Town were coming from the direction of the imperial capital, and they were so vast in the mist that they couldn't see the end at a glance.

"Kill back."

A huge fireball condensed from the top of the Ember Rose staff.

"Wait!" Syl hurriedly grabbed her, and the bolide deflected, dragging its gorgeous flame tail, and landed at the feet of several undead, sending up ashes all over the sky.

"They're not dead yet." Syl pointed to the undead beside the old man. "Look, they don't have corpse spots on their bodies, and their eyes don't protrude."

There was even a little light in the eyes of the young man.

This is also the case for some of the figures that came out of the mist one after another.

Searle thought they might be saved.

Melotti frowned, "It's true that this mutated corpse plague will not die immediately after being infected...but they are like this now, and they are almost dead."

After all, there is currently no way to cure the corpse plague, and it is only a matter of time before it becomes completely undead.

"At least they are still alive." Syl gritted his teeth, "Give me some time, and I will definitely find a way."

He opened the parchment map, and saw the bluish-white monster head above marked the movement track of the undead army, which was clear at a glance.The undead in Karami Town are all approaching the cemetery, and there is no sign of moving to other towns for the time being... It seems that there is something attracting them here.

This is good news for Searle, there is no need to worry about the corpse epidemic spreading to other places for the time being.

But the trouble is, he can't kill them.

Fortunately, these infected people are not like the undead soldiers in the first outbreak of the corpse plague mutation. They did not move quickly and walked slowly, leaving Syl a little time to study countermeasures.

He was sitting on the coffin board with the Necronomicon in his hand, looking up the illustrated book of mutated plants, when he suddenly heard—"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sound came from below.

"Hey, hey, hey! Which hot chicken sneaked up on me! Let me out quickly! Even the devil dares to shut you down, you guys are dying?!"

With a "bang", Syl's whole body shook along with the coffin board. His mind went blank for a moment. After he realized it, he immediately turned over and pressed down on the coffin, calling Lancelot to come and help, "Mr. Steward, the devil's coffin board I can't hold back!"

Lancelot: "..."