My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

The captain, who had just taken a short rest, looked sorrowful.

He glanced at the two remaining carriages inside the city gate and slowly recounted what had happened.

12 hours ago,

As the last glimmer of purple moonlight melted into the horizon...

At the city gate of Yanti City,

Fifteen covered wagons fully loaded with goods were already lined up.

At the urging of the bearded Calvin,

The escort team and logistics personnel also provided transportation for travelers and merchants who wanted to travel to other cities.

A long and impressive convoy,

And so we drove out of the sulfurous Iron City.

Unfortunately, the good times are not long.

When they passed through a village, they wanted to rest there.

But they found it empty.

There are empty houses everywhere.

It was as if they had all evacuated overnight.

This sudden turn of events threw the convoy into a state of panic, with everyone on edge.

Under the organization of the bearded man,

A search team began checking house to house.

However, they did not obtain any useful information.

All that is known is that there are no signs of battle here, and the population is completely gone.

There wasn't even a single animal.

This bizarre situation made them wonder if it was an attack by monsters.

After all, goblins have already appeared near Iron City.

Who knows, maybe one of them will be born here too?

Considering the safety of the convoy, Calvin hesitated, a rare occurrence for him.

He didn't know whether the caravan should continue.

So they had to consult with their companions.

With everyone's collective wisdom and efforts, most people believed that they should continue on their way, otherwise the caravan would go bankrupt.

Everyone will lose their jobs.

Since they've chosen this line of work, they have to bear the corresponding risks.

And maybe the village has been relocated, so there's no one left inside.

We can't give up easily.

That would cause the caravan to suffer heavy losses.

Their decision caused Calvin to sigh helplessly.

As the saying goes, you can't fight city hall.

Although he was the captain of the caravan, he could not go against the will of the people.

So all I could do was tell my team members to be careful, careful, and even more careful.

We will do everything in our power to ensure the safe departure of the team members.

If necessary, they can abandon the cargo and choose to escape.

that's it,

Instead of returning the way they came, the caravan continued deeper into other directions.

The same thing happened in the second village they passed through.

The team members no longer harbored any hope; instead, a gloomy atmosphere descended upon them.

Many people felt uneasy because of this.

"Captain, why does it feel colder and colder the further we go?"

"How about we go back?"

Lydia, who was closely following Calvin, carefully observed her surroundings.

Her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her clothes.

Her words made Calvin stop in his tracks.

Turning to the old coachman who had traveled all over the country, he asked:

"Uncle Holm, what do you think? Do you also feel that this path can't be followed any further?"

Old Holm, who was driving the lead car, frowned deeply.

He instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But they were interrupted by the travelers and merchants following behind.

"Hey, why has the convoy stopped again?"

"Didn't you promise before you left that you would arrive at the nearest city this afternoon?"

"It's already noon now, and we've only covered less than half the distance."

"How long are you going to keep dragging this out?"

The accompanying employers all appeared quite dissatisfied.

They don't care why this village or that village is deserted.

All they knew was that the caravan had collected their money, but they were just dawdling.

This is something they cannot tolerate.

Seeing that the tension was rising, Leah wanted to go over and explain to them.

At that moment, Calvin looked up at the sky.

The clear sky gradually darkened.

A light drizzle fell on my face.

The cold touch sent a shiver down his spine.

An inexplicable sense of foreboding rose in my heart.

"not good...."

"Something's off about the atmosphere around us."

Calvin, the highest-ranking member, changed his expression and drew his weapon, looking around.

Sure enough, an anomaly was discovered.

The once quiet village.

The damp soil suddenly churned and cracked, and withered, white finger bones pierced the ground like mushrooms after rain.

Skeletons covered in mud,

As if pulled upwards by invisible threads, it arched away from the sleeping tomb.

The humus kept slipping away.

Make it look like a seedling planted upside down in a grave.

"This is... an undead creature?"

The well-traveled and knowledgeable old Holm recognized him at a glance.

His expression changed drastically.

Shouting at the big beard:

"Kid, it's an undead. There's an undead breeding nest nearby."

"Hurry up, or we'll be too late."

Old Holm held the reins and steered the camel to turn around.

Prepare to lead the entire convoy to a quick exit.

Calvin, regaining his senses, felt a chill run down his spine.

The hand gripping the steel sword trembled involuntarily.

He suppressed his fear and shouted to the panicked caravan members:

"Quickly, everyone prepare for battle!"

"All unrelated personnel, return to the carriage immediately. We need to make our escape."

The captain's shouts had no effect.

The entire convoy was in complete chaos.

The travelers and merchants were already terrified.

These employers who had previously persisted in moving forward,

At this moment, they were like frightened ostriches.

They either ran into nearby buildings to hide or squatted down and cried their hearts out.

Each of them tried to escape the fact that the dead had appeared in their own way.

Unfortunately, reality is cruel.

Those skeletons that emerged from the soil,

Within the hollow eye sockets burned eerie green flames the size of mung beans.

They harbor intense malice towards the appearance of living beings.

They were like mindless zombies, pouncing on any living person they saw and tearing at their flesh.

This made the already out-of-control situation even more tense.

Having no other choice, Calvin had to lead by example.

His actions boosted the morale of his teammates.

With everyone working together

This allowed many people to board the cargo container, saving them from a horrific fate.

Unfortunately, good fortune never comes in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly.

While they were putting up a fierce resistance,

But an even more terrifying being has awakened.

In a corner of the village, at a gravesite, a tombstone suddenly shattered.

A jet-black hand emerged from within.

He suddenly grabbed the soil on both sides of the grave mound and pulled upwards with all his might.

A huge, black-bodied figure with massive muscles was revealed.

This person is approximately 2.5 meters tall.

He was wearing a tattered hood and hemp clothing, and held a green-glowing iron shovel in his hand.

He carried an iron tombstone on his back.

Its eyes were completely green will-o'-the-wisps, giving it a sinister and terrifying appearance.

"Hehehehe~, the aura of so many living beings."

"It seems the time for burial has come again."

The special undead grinned, its eerie green eyes fixed on the convoy.

Its enormous body, like that of a giant, moved forward slowly.

This gradually approaching pressure,

Calvin, who was fighting the undead, keenly sensed the difference.

He glanced back briefly.

His pupils contracted violently.

"What? There are other undead?!"

"And it looks incredibly powerful."

He dared not be careless and formed a tight defensive line with his teammates.

They intend to face the new enemy together.

Unfortunately, the special undead didn't take Calvin and the others seriously at all.

He merely glanced at the travelers and merchants who were either killed or fleeing.

He then raised the green-glowing shovel in his hand.

It shoveled the shovel into the ground with a powerful thud.

"Hehehehe~, all life is dead, souls return to the earth~"

"We ask that you all become part of the [Undead Palace], and together... sleep here forever."

The hoarse voice echoed throughout the village.

A rumbling sound came from the earth.

At a time when no one knew what was happening.

More than a dozen open coffins emerged from the ground.

Like the gaping maw of an abyss, it swallowed up the corpses and those who fled.

The coffin sank into the ground after being joined together.

The living people inside were struggling desperately.

But they couldn't break free of the cage.

All I could feel was a suffocating sense of confinement and darkness.

It is slowly eroding their hearts.