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The mysterious undead's methods deeply terrified everyone present.

The morale that had just been boosted vanished in an instant.

Panic began to spread through the convoy.

Soon, holes appeared in the defensive formation as a result.

A large number of undead launched a surprise attack, causing the caravan members to feel threatened and fight individually.

The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.

Calvin quickly asked the female team member:

"Lia, have all the surviving unrelated individuals boarded the bus?"

Leah, fighting valiantly, nodded:

"Captain, everyone's on the bus, let's hurry up and go."

"Otherwise, it might be too late."

The bearded man who had kicked a skull away pondered for a moment.

His gaze fell upon the mysterious undead.

They met each other's deep green eyes.

Although the mysterious spirit didn't say anything.

But I saw a kind of contempt in those eyes.

It was as if they themselves were already meat on the chopping block.

This gave Calvin a chill down his spine.

We dared not delay in the slightest.

"Quickly, everyone get on the bus!"

"Uncle Holm, you lead the way. The rest of the team will be responsible for the vehicle's safety."

He had barely finished speaking when

The team members, who had been eagerly waiting, immediately took action.

Several team members were attached to both sides of almost every vehicle.

They were armed.

It prevented the undead skeletons from getting close.

This gave the team enough time to accelerate.

The carriage was about to leave the village.

The mysterious, unsettling spirit grinned.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, and suddenly a strange change occurred.

A large number of coffins burst forth from the ground again, right beneath the convoy.

This collision occurred under the circumstances of a sudden attack.

As a result, 11 out of 15 carriages overturned.

The members on it were thrown around in a daze.

Before their minds could even clear up,

One by one, familiar companions crawled out of those coffins.

By this time, these people had already become ghosts.

There was absolutely no reason in their eyes.

They then launched a frenzied attack on those who were still alive.

The screams were heart-wrenching.

This stopped the team leader, who was about to come to the rescue, in his tracks.

As he watched the ever-growing number of dead bodies gather, he realized that those people were beyond saving.

If they force their way in, the last convoy will also be destroyed.

In order to preserve manpower.

He could only make the decision with tears in his eyes, ordering the remaining convoy to continue forward without stopping.

The members, led by old Holm, fully responded to this resolute order.

They don't care about friendship anymore.

I just want to get out of this death zone as soon as possible.

If possible, I never want to leave the city again in my life.

The speeding carriage was like a clockwork mechanism.

They fled the place as quickly as possible.

The mysterious undead, watching this scene from afar, narrowed its eyes and let out a whistle.

A dozen or so undead hounds, which had been waiting in the wings, began their pursuit like the wind.

A game of racing against time.

It began amidst the gentle drizzle.

"Gravedigger, why did you let those humans escape?"

A gloomy, hoarse voice rang out.

They asked the gravedigger who was holding an iron shovel.

"Hehehe~, of course it's to find out where human cities are."

"If we can resolve all of this here."

"Won't we end up like these other villages, unable to obtain any intelligence?"

The massive gravedigger turned around, its gaze fixed on the shadows of the dark forest.

Then came the crisp sound of horses' hooves.

A massive figure riding a horse slowly emerged.

As the figure drew closer and closer...

What appeared before them was a skeleton knight made of bones.

Unlike other undead skeletons, its body is very thin.

Instead, muscles and armor were constructed from bones, making them look extremely ferocious.

My whole body is covered in bone spurs.

Even the horses they sat on were like heavy tanks.

The aura emanating from him was unmatched by the gravediggers.

"Hmph! It's good that you know your limits."

The skeletal knight, controlling his skeletal horse, slowly walked to the gravedigger.

He looked down at the other person and instructed:

"In order to accumulate power, the Necropolis broke through to the second tier a few months ago."

"The number of eternal sleepers on the outer perimeter is far from enough; we urgently need to replenish the array."

"You need to find out the city's location as soon as possible."

"At that time, that city will hear a lullaby from the dead in the decaying soil."

The gravedigger, stroking his shovel, nodded.

A chilling smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, Bone Lord."

"Just wait patiently, and my little darlings will surely send good news."

His eyes were fixed on the direction the convoy had fled.

Hehehehe~

"Run, run, run even faster!"

"The gift of eternal sleep will protect you and me."

The gravedigger's eerie laughter echoed far and wide.

It brought back Calvin's memories that he was unwilling to recount.

The escape along the way,

This reduced the last four carriages to just two.

If we hadn't finally reached the town...

It's estimated that everyone will be slowly worn down by the undead.

The faces of the entire group of administrative officials who listened to the entire presentation turned very grim.

The appearance of the dead signifies the arrival of a true natural disaster.

This is nothing like some insignificant goblin.

The threats from both sides are not comparable.

If it were just goblins harassing humans, the administrator could suppress the matter.

Incidentally, they also planned to develop the core of the fertile nest for their own use.

But if the undead appear,

The only thing we can do is report this matter.

Otherwise, once it becomes a scourge of the dead, no town will be spared.

After considering the countermeasures in his mind,

Geller solemnly issued the order:

"Cyril, I order you to mobilize the entire city's guards and stand by."

"We will also temporarily expand recruitment, and anyone who meets the enlistment requirements can receive three months' worth of military pay."

"Yes! I swear by the honor of knighthood that I will not fail in my mission."

The blond Cyril bowed.

The administrator then turned his gaze to the city gate guard captain.

"Walker, from now on, Iron City is under lockdown."

"No one may leave the city without my special permission."

"Those who violate this rule will be imprisoned immediately and await trial."

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!!" Walker returned the bow.

The atmosphere at the city gate grew increasingly oppressive.

After all commands have been issued

Geller's gaze fell upon the sorrowful Calvin and the others.

"I'm sorry, I feel sorry for what you went through."

"Your sacrifices are a wound that Ironclad Castle will never forget."

"Without your efforts, we wouldn't have been able to obtain this crucial intelligence."

"What we will face then is a massacre of the city."

The administrator's words were full of sincerity, as if he were truly mourning.

"Please return to the Chamber of Commerce first."

"I will coordinate with the families of the victims to send out compensation in the name of Yantiecheng."

"This is the only compensation I can offer."

His actions deeply touched the hearts of Calvin and others.

Everyone knew that the administrator had great ambitions.

But whenever there is a major change, this man is always the first to step forward and take responsibility.

Even resolving crises.

Compared to him, the nobles of other cities were utterly insignificant.

They either indulge in a life of pleasure and debauchery, spending their days indulging in extravagance.

They either immerse themselves in power and relentlessly exploit the common people.

This contrast in their styles of doing things.

This has led many people to settle here.

Over time, the administrators became outcasts in the eyes of other nobles.

They were suppressed by everyone.

Calvin and his surviving companions exchanged glances.

The administrator's arrangements were approved.

Their caravan has been severely damaged, with all their goods lost.

The entire financial chain has completely broken down.

It is about to declare bankruptcy.

In such a time of crisis, someone stepped forward to help them pay their compensation.

And take responsibility for the deaths.

This is the greatest kindness.

What more could they possibly hope for?