Soul echo

Chapter 30
Feisal woke up from a daze, and when it 'opened its eyes', the first thing it saw was a full moon as red as blood.

"……haven't seen you for a long time."

The undead climbed up slowly, not surprised by the body with only bones left.

The former general shook off the dirt sticking to the bones, and the soul fire was burning in the hollow eye sockets.

"Stand up, my soldier."

The magic breathed through the teeth, vibrating the air, making the sound appear in this wilderness.

As soon as the voice fell, the ground under Feisaler's feet began to vibrate, the soil swelled, and a gray-white bone hand stretched out, grabbed the ground, and pulled out the head and the driver from the ground.

This is just the beginning -

Countless skeletal hands broke through the ground, and hundreds of skeletons climbed onto the ground.

Out of the state of death, but not life, they are called 'immortality', also known as 'non-life', they are undead, returning to the world with a body that has not decayed for hundreds of years and resentment.

Inside the black skull, the soul fire suddenly ignited, and thousands of flames slowly burned the surrounding darkness.

"I'm happy and relieved to see you all awake."

The soldiers were not capable enough to answer aloud, but they all bowed their skulls solemnly and knelt on one knee.

"Thanks to the King of Wisdom for giving us another life. Although many people will return to death tonight, we have a chance for revenge." Feisal walked slowly in front of the legion, "After tonight, we Will get more comrades in arms and let the shit out of the world suffer like we did."

Feisaler stopped in his tracks, and gave a military salute to his army, "We will meet again in the kingdom crowned by the King of Wisdom—now, let's go as a team!"

The skeleton soldiers got up, and the earth and rocks under their feet climbed up to form a piece of armor.

Condensed from earth and stone, but with the texture of metal and cloth, Feisal raised his cloak, looked up at the city in the distance, and drew out his scimitar, "Attack!"

Bathed in the bloody moonlight, the legion moved forward in unison, and soon came to the bottom of the city wall.

"The living creatures of this age are so arrogant."

Ridiculous laughter echoed in the half-closed helmets, a dozen soldiers passed Feisal, hung their weapons on their backs, clasped their fingers on the cracks in the bricks, and crawled towards the top of the city.

They didn't make Feisaler wait for long, but after a while, the city gate was slowly opened.

Until then, the mercenaries didn't notice the existence of this undead army.

——The city defense forces have all been transferred, and now the city is not fortified at all.

"Who are you? Are you here to support us?" A mercenary asked aloud, his eyes full of vigilance.

This army doesn't look like a good guy at all, and it's... scary!
After hundreds of years of not talking to other people, Feisal suddenly became interested and stopped the soldiers who were about to strike, "Why do you think so? Look at the weapon in your hand, isn't it hating us?"

How can weapons hate...

The mercenary stopped breathing, looked at the glorious weapon in his hand, remembered that he had just gone to the Luna Church to ask for the blessing of weapons this morning, and finally realized what the army that appeared in front of him was.

Feisal lowered his arms, and the undead soldiers behind him poured in from the city gate.

The mercenary turned his head and ran away without saying a word, but suddenly several weapons flew behind him and penetrated into various parts of his body, causing him to scream out.

The vital point was not hit, he hadn't died yet, but now he hoped that he could die instead of being tortured by pain and fear.

Tears overflowed from the eyes, and when I looked up, I saw a spirit body floating out in front of me, and the mercenary's expression froze on his face.

"Help, help!" the mercenary yelled in despair.

Feisal shook his head. Someone must have observed the street situation after hearing this guy's yell. Although it was unintentional, it also allowed him to save some people.

The undead soldiers broke open the doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street. It is difficult for humans to see in the dark, but the undead is just the opposite.

Not long after, several screams suddenly sounded, frightening the courage of the surrounding residents, but not many people chose to leave the house.

Faisal continued to advance with the army, and the soldiers under his command kept entering and leaving the house, so that their hands and weapons were stained red with blood.

The shelter given to people by the moon god has become a cage that besieges them at this moment—even if they can walk out of the house.

After getting used to safety, people will no longer choose to take risks.

Not enough people died now, and when more people died, they would choose to escape.

Thinking of this, Feisal couldn't help but want to laugh, but it's a pity that it can't laugh now.

The mercenary's shout just now reminded the other mercenaries. Feisaler knew that someone was hiding in the dark to observe them, so he didn't intend to pay attention.

They were able to capture this city hundreds of years ago, and they can still do it hundreds of years later.

A figure suddenly walked out of the first house that was invaded, following in the footsteps of the undead army, followed by the second and third...

The undead spread in the city like a plague, and those killed by Faisal's soldiers were transformed into undead.

At this time, someone finally obeyed the calls of other mercenaries and fled the house. Feisal also heard those calls, but he did not stop them.

Where can they escape to?
There are only two places in this city that can temporarily resist the attack of the Legion. They either flee to the castle or to the church. However, the nobles will not take them in at this time.

Feisal had reason to believe that those so-called nobles might not even have the guts to open the gate of the castle.

Most people follow the crowd, and those who escaped triggered a chain reaction. More and more people fled from their houses without even bringing their belongings. The whole family panicked to keep up with the large army. Where to go.

Panic slowly spread, mercenaries and civilians ran through the streets and alleys while fleeing, shouting desperately, saving one is one, if someone doesn't believe them, there is no way.

The army of the undead is like a stream of water, passing through every intersection and alley will be diverted, and then break into every house where there are still living people, killing them.

- just like hundreds of years ago!
Fear is like a tide, slowly submerging the city.

Zhong Ye, on the other hand, stood on the reef, frowning, watching the fleeing crowd in the distance.

He poured himself another sip of holy water, squeezed his fist, and suddenly drew his sword and jumped off the roof, landing in front of the crowd, clearing away the spirit bodies that were congested on the road.

"Don't squeeze!"

Zhong Ye yelled loudly: "Where are the mercenaries? What is the Church of the Moon God hiring you for?"

But no one listened to him, the crowd was still crowded, and the people on the outside kept trying to squeeze into the inside, because there would often be undead floating out of the side alleys, and their lives would be taken away if they were not careful.

The mercenaries didn't know where they were hiding. Zhong Ye glanced left and right, only to see a few mercenaries with weapons standing outside the crowd, still sticking to their mission.

No matter how he frowned, he had no ability to command those mercenaries, he could only rely on their self-awareness.

For a moment Zhong Ye felt extremely annoyed. He tried his best to rescue them, but they were so virtuous?

At this time, people who had been waiting for a long time in the side of the house ran out, and a strong man was holding his child and trying to squeeze into the crowd.

The child was crying in his arms, and the others were yelling and cursing. The man lowered his head and insisted on squeezing in.

Zhong Ye took a deep breath, and roared with all his strength: "Quiet the fuck! Don't squeeze, I will protect you to go to church!"

The deafening roar stunned everyone, and their heads buzzed. Zhong Ye's sound caused great damage to their eardrums.

But it was precisely because of this sound that both the front and back of the team turned their attention to the front.

Zhong Ye took a few breaths, and suddenly felt something, his eyes rolled, and he ran to the side of the team, splitting a floating spirit body in half with a knife.

"Everyone, don't crowd, I will protect you to go to church!" Zhong Ye shouted again, "All mercenaries stand up for me, you have been busy all night, if you are mixed in the crowd like you are now, what do you think?" After you arrive at the church, will the church still pay you bounties?!"

Although the mercenaries were reluctant, they squeezed out of the crowd unhappily. More than a dozen mercenaries stood around the crowd, giving people a considerable sense of security.

Zhong Ye took a deep look at the back of the team, turned around and walked to the front of the team, "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)