The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

The death altar with a dark breath moved from the deep underground to the center of the deserted destination, and then fell in front of the skeleton. Under the shining of moonlight, this altar is exuding a strange brilliance. At the center of the altar, I don't know when a bottomless black hole appeared.

It was a black hole that made people look scared, as if it led directly to the abyss of sin, the bottomless hell. If it were a direct path to death, no one would doubt it.

The skeleton, who had hidden everything under the robe of the wizard, stepped onto this strangely scented treasure, and issued a new command:

"Awaken, Eye of the Undead."

Several monsters with only one purple eye and a swollen whole body slowly emerged from the black hole in the center of the death altar, floating on the heads of the skull and the housekeeper ghost.

"Over there, follow the army, monitor the situation in the battlefield invisibly, and then send the image over." Skeleton said after pointing to the direction the dead army passed by.

The purple eyes of those eyeballs blinked, and then the whole body disappeared into the air, as if it had never existed before.

About five or six minutes later, the space in front of the death altar was shaking. The bone swordsmen, knights, and the noisy banshees who had just left here appeared in front of the altar, just like the people here. My eyes have been looking at them all the time...

It was late at night. Except for a few people who watched the night, most of the members of Ulysses's caravan went to sleep, and even most of the members of the Apostles had rested.

However, not everyone is so unsuspecting, the knight who came from the war, the once king of England-Arseria, still maintains considerable vigilance. Because she is no longer a human being, she doesn't need much time to sleep now. Transformed into a heroic body, her endurance and endurance far surpassed when she was a human when she had enough magic power.

The silver moon hanging in the sky exudes a pale light, and the cold wind shuttles through the dense woods, making a sound like weeping. Although autumn has only started, but I don’t know why, the temperature around here will become lower than normal in the evening. Although few people cared about this, she still noticed something wrong with her intuition.

For this reason, she voluntarily asked to serve as a guard tonight. When most people had fallen into sweet dreams, she still held her holy sword intensively and stared at the dark woods.

Under the moonlight, her steel armor mixed with sea blue and white and silver exudes a sacred and inviolable light. It is a manifestation of ideals without a bit of pollution, and pure sacredness without a bit of dirt. Everyone would feel at ease seeing such a knight guarding himself.

And the facts were the same as she had noticed. Tonight was not a peaceful night.

"Ka! Ka!" Although the cold and mechanical footsteps were very slight, they were still heard clearly by Alzeria's keen perception. This voice, she definitely did not forget. Although hundreds of years have passed, the footsteps that will only bring death and killing have no edge at all. There is only one kind of life that makes such inanimate and mechanical footsteps. No! It can no longer be regarded as life, but the existence that makes most people feel terrified and disgusted-the undead!

"There was an undead attack!" A cold and calm voice sounded in the caravan's camp. This is definitely not a joking voice. Anyone will understand it when they hear this voice.

Arcelia’s alarm sounded out, and various sounds came from the caravan’s camp, including falling off the bed, hurriedly taking weapons, and shouting loudly. It can be said that at this moment, the entire caravan became a mess.

On the other side, the wraith banshees floating on the bone warriors and knights also made their voices. They were startled by Arcelia's voice and began to complain.

"Ah! It's so boring. I wanted to have a perfect sneak attack. I was discovered by someone. You are walking too loudly."

"Yeah, yeah. We all followed the master's request and didn't say anything. As a result, we were so far away from the target that we were exposed. It is definitely because you made too much noise."

"No way, I have to do it. Let's use hypnotic singing to bring ordinary people back to their dreams."

Has it been discovered? Sure enough, as expected, although it was just intuition, there seemed to be troublesome enemies in this caravan. In the images given by the butler, there are a few girls who seem to be very unusual, and they seem to be cautious. The skeleton staring at his army on the death altar confirmed his conjecture.

Everyone, don’t be surprised, go ahead as planned, and leave everything to you. Through the phantom in front of him, Skeleton conveyed his instructions through the eyes of the undead, which can communicate remotely.

Although it is not possible to communicate remotely through those invisible eyeballs like skeletons, the undead army that was instructed still made its own response. Almost all the members nodded, kicking off the battle tonight.

"Everyone, come together, the first lullaby of the resentful spirit begins, let irrelevant people be children and go to sleep!" The banshees who flew into the air started their mental attacks that are famous in the mainland.

"La la..." The sweet singing voice full of monsters and temptations echoed in the air, the voice that made everyone rest at ease. Listening to this sweet singing in the sky, the caravan members who had been frightened for a while soon fell asleep again.

Before the person who fell off the bed could straighten up, he closed his eyes and fell asleep on the ground. The person who had already picked up the weapon involuntarily put down the weapon in his hand, his body slowly softened, and then he fell asleep. Only a few warriors with strong mental powers and a few wizards are still working hard to support them. Their reason tells themselves that if they just sleep like this, they will have to be slaughtered later.

However, it is not without exception, the seventh-level strong in the Apostle Group, it is impossible to fall under this kind of mental attack used against most ordinary people.

At this time, the undead army that was still in the woods just now appeared in the moonlight. The skeletal warriors with all kinds of weapons rushed towards the caravan's camp together with the skeletal knights.

In front of this iron-like torrent, there was only one knight girl holding a swordsman. Wearing a steel armor, she now has the expression on her face as calm as the deep night sky. In the clear eyes like emeralds, there was only a faint sigh.

"What exactly did you attack here for, I am not interested in knowing, but now, this is the place I am guarding. I will not allow anyone to cross this defense."

Although the voice is not very loud, it carries the majesty and calmness unique to the king. After speaking, she moved, although she only gently held the holy sword in her hand. The invisible sword didn't release the shackles either, but the strong wind had already blown around her. The huge magic power oppresses the necromantic army on the opposite side like a huge wave.

So strong! The Death Army named Ghost Army is not the kind of brainless dead spirits that only rush forward, but in an instant, they judged the level of the knight **** the opposite side.

Seventh-level powerhouse! In this caravan, there will be a seventh-level strong presence? Could it be that this caravan can actually afford to hire such a strong man? The same question arose in many people's minds. You know, the chance of seeing a seventh-level strong in an ordinary caravan is so small that it can be found on the street to find gold coins.

However, shock was shocked, and they didn't mean anything to be afraid. Just this kind of power is not enough to stop the pace of the ghost army.

"Shield guard! Defense!" In the voice of a knight behind, the front row of bone warriors in heavy armor took down the huge shield behind them. These shields are as tall as a person, and they are all made of special metal. Even a seventh-level powerhouse is not so easy to destroy all at once.

"Archers, shoot!" Almost at the same time, the knight carrying a longbow also took off the bow behind him, and pulled up the bowstring that exuded a cold light. But their arrows are not ordinary metal arrows, but a special kind of bone arrows.

Has it started? Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, while fighting with the army of the undead... Watching the group of undeads who clearly have a high degree of tacit understanding and order on the opposite side, Arseria seems to have gone back hundreds of years. The age shrouded in darkness and despair...

"Enemy!" Ulysses did not expect that he would be attacked by the enemy near this seemingly calm mangrove forest. And it was an attack from the undead. Generally speaking. It is impossible for ordinary undead naturally generated to attack caravans organized.

Is it accidental? This thought only flashed for a moment, and was broken by the subsequent sonic attack of the resentful banshees. High-level undead like the Wraith Banshee, generally speaking, are absolutely impossible to leave the place where they like to live and attack travelers at will.

"Abyss conviction!" After summoning his own treasure, Ulysses quickly ran out of his tent.

What appeared in front of him was an unbelievable sight. Although he was psychologically prepared, he absolutely did not want to attack this time with so many undead.

"Ha!" In front of him, Arseria, who was holding her golden holy sword, had already fought those necromantic armies...