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This is the forbidden place for the living, and this is the paradise for the dead. Under the blood-red demonic full moon, the living retreats and the dead returns.

In the Yara Continent, the dead sometimes transform into undead for some special reasons, but the undead will not usually recover. Only when the night of the demonic night, that is, the thirty-third day of each month, when the Red Moon Lilith is full moon, the death energy concentration of the entire continent reaches a critical point, and then the undead will recover from the sleep. Of course, there are exceptions. If the death energy concentration in a certain area is so high that it has reached this critical point, then there will be undeads who do not need to be demonic nights. However, all this is only effective for a large number of low-level undeads. Real high-level undead creatures such as high-level vampires, death banshees, dark knights, and corpse witches can move freely without demonic nights, and the power can reach its peak in demonic nights.

In the history of millions of years, most of the undead rampant events have occurred on this day. However, since the Fourth Age, apart from the Battle of the Dead a hundred years ago, there has been no large-scale undead attacks, which is a blessing.

In the abandoned city of Briana, the concentration of death energy rose to the top as the red moon rose to the zenith. A wave of vague sounded suddenly in the quiet city, as if the moans and moans sounded from the soul, as if constantly telling the pain of death and the regrets of life.

"This is the sound of the soul." Panis did not lower his voice, and while speaking, he used a dagger to carve a very strange magic array on the walls and floors: "The precursor to the appearance of ghosts, the higher the level of ghosts, the higher the intensity of the soul sound, and the sound of the soul of the high-level resentful spirit can even make ordinary creatures go crazy. However, if the death banshee at the highest level, there will be no sound of the soul. They will completely converge the sound of the soul in the dead soul, and then choose the time to explode at one time. This is the howl of the banshee."

"What magic array are you engraving?" Vivian tilted his head and looked at Panis's actions curiously: "I have never seen such a magic array before."

"The magic array that conceals vitality." Panis replied: "Special hidden magic array specially designed for the undead. Low-level undead discovered that creatures are achieved by exploring vitality, not hearing, smell, and vision, so ordinary hidden magic arrays are useless to them, only with this special type can be used."

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier?" Dora said hatefully, "I was worried for a long time."

"Ineffective against top undeads like the Death Banshee." Panis stared at Dora with his eyes squintingly.

"So?" Dora was stared in a terrifying manner by Panis's stare: "Why are you staring at me?"

"So you'd better start praying now." Panis patted Dora's shoulder seriously: "Pray that there will be no death banshee in this city, otherwise..."

"What else would happen?" Dora shivered slightly.

"Otherwise..." Panis lowered his voice, said halfway, and suddenly put the volume to the maximum: "It will scare you."

"Ahhhhhhh." Dora screamed and jumped up, gritting her teeth fiercely, and kicked Panis in the calf: "Go to die."

"Oh, no." Panis held his calf and jumped all over the ground with one foot: "It hurts so much."

"I understand." Dora said to Catherine angrily: "It should be like this when you get along with him. You deserve a beating."

"Congratulations." Lina also patted Dora on the shoulder: "You finally wake up."

"Look, it's out." Vivian kept guarding the window and saw that the situation outside changed: "Many ghosts."

The street outside the window was now trapped in a sea of ​​ghosts. Countless white human-shaped ghosts floated up from the ground, their hazy figures glowing, unable to see their faces and clothes clearly, and they could only see the general outlines. A large number of ghosts kept wandering on the streets, gathering more and more.

"How come there are so many ghosts?" Catherine said in surprise: "Is ghosts so easy to produce?"

"Of course not." Panis said: "But if you encounter some special situations, you may still produce so many ghosts."

"Special situation?" Catherine asked, "What about?"

"The most likely thing is the Death Banshee I have been mentioning just now." Panis replied: "The upper-level undead is born with passive skills that awaken itself, and it has a certain chance to awaken the dead around you to become the same undead. Therefore, there are always many skeletons around the skeleton lords, and there are always many ghosts around the banshee, and the Death Knights gather around the dark knights, all because of this."

"In other words, do you think there is indeed a banshee in this city?" Catherine asked.

"It can only be said that the possibility is very high." Panis nodded: "More and more evidence points to this point."

"You really know the undead." Lina said curiously: "Contact your 'I won't die' again. You won't be pretending to be the undead."

"I said." Panis looked at Lina with his eyes squintingly: "As a priest of the god of loving, and the nemesis of the undead, is it really appropriate to ask such a stupid question?"

"That might be." Lina looked up at the sky with her eyes floating in her face: "Maybe you are the special one."

"Okay, since you have exposed it." Panis looked straight and turned his eyes to Dora.

Dora simply turned the long whip into a sword, and said with her eyebrows upright, "Don't mess with me, I'll kill you with one sword."

"Swear to live and die with the city." A neat shout suddenly came from the window without any warning, which scared the five people. Looking out the window, a large number of undead on the street no longer wandered aimlessly as they were at the beginning, but were lined up in neat rows and traveling on the street. Most of the undeads, from the outline of their clothes, were not soldiers, but civilians in the city, but all the civilians on the street held illusory hazy weapons in their hands, and a few ghosts held illusions of swords in their hands, while most ghosts held only household items such as bamboo poles, wooden sticks, kitchen knives and axes. But at this moment, no matter what these ghosts held in their hands, they had only one common purpose to fight against the invaders and protect their homes.

"Is this... the death scene reappearing?" Catherine took a deep breath and asked with some shock.

"Yes." Lina drew a square on her chest, with compassion in her voice: "This is their last moment, both for one person and for a city."

The team of ghosts outside the window began to become chaotic, as if they were fighting fiercely with invisible enemies. The quiet night began to become extremely noisy, with chaotic shouts and screams connected, and there were also cries of women and children. In the distance, white flames ignited, and the flames that only existed in the soul indicate the beginning of the fall of the city.

"Get out of here, go to death." In front of a house outside the window, two lonely ghosts stood shoulder to shoulder outside the ruined building, guarding the position that once should be the building gate. One held a logging axe in his hand, and the other held a thick wooden stick in his hand, waving in disorganized manner to the air, as if they were fighting with many enemies. Over hundreds of years, perhaps their former enemies were standing here, and a large number of soldiers jokingly surrounded the two civilians who were fighting stubbornly, teasing like cats and mice. Sometimes, while the two ghosts were unprepared, they left a scar on their bodies. Whenever this happened, the two ghosts would let out a slight depression of their own pain, but continued to fight regardless of the wound.

"Is this war?" A large number of similar scenes on the street made Lina's eyes turn red. She held the Dharma books tightly in front of her chest with both hands and prayed in a low voice: "May my god Deniya bless you, your souls will eventually be liberated and return to the eternal resting place."

"Yes, this is war." Dora seemed to have forgotten her fear of the ghost and looked out the window with a burning look: "All wars, hundreds of years ago and hundreds of years later, will not change, and will always be like this, accompanied by blood and fire, accompanied by crying and death."

"You mercenaries always come into contact with these?" Catherine asked Dora, "those war-like things."

"It's been much better these years. It is said that hundreds of years ago, all mercenaries made a living by participating in wars." Dora shook her head and replied: "In recent years, the main goals of the mercenaries have turned to large islands covered by forests overseas. The enemies have basically become monsters, no longer fighting with other wise creatures or even fellow mercenaries. But even so, there are still some small wars that require us to participate. I have participated in several small wars. The real war scenes are much more terrifying than now. This one-man show that reappears in death scenes is like the kingdom of heaven compared to the real situation."

"I can't imagine." Vivian bit her lip and shook her head: "It's unimaginable that why can humans do such cruel things to their kind?"

"Who knows? In fact, it is not only humans, but also people also have wars and killings between orcs, but it is not as frequent as humans." Dora shrugged and turned her eyes to the window. The two ghosts in front of the building outside the window had fallen to the ground and disappeared, and returned to nothingness. But everyone knows that maybe thirty-three days later, under the illumination of the red moon, they will wake up again and repeat this tragedy again forever. The ghosts on this street fell down one by one, and the shouts of killing gradually weakened. The sound of fighting gradually advanced to the distance. It was obvious that the residents' defense line was being defeated bit by bit.

"Those thieves obviously will not block their vitality and are discovered by a large number of ghosts. Once the ghosts discover creatures, they will instinctively turn their attack targets to creatures. Oh, those poor people." Dora curled her lips and asked strangely: "Pennis, why are you suddenly becoming so stiff?"

"You really want to know? I think it's better for you to not know." Panis sighed: "If I were you, I would never look back."

"Have you played enough? Do you think you could have deceived me several times with the same method. I am not an idiot and will not be fooled again." As he said that, he turned around without caring.

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Chapter completed!