Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The leading knight slowly raised his head.

His aura was heavy as an abyss; he was actually a mid-level legendary figure.

He pulled down his hood, revealing his face underneath.

Pale, stiff, lifeless.

Hollow eye sockets and dilated pupils.

Like a body suspended by invisible threads...

The walking dead.

If Wakabayashi were here, he would recognize the other party at a glance.

That was one of the four pillars that led to the mysterious disappearance of King Carter.

John, the legendary mid-ranking knight.

But the person in front of me is no longer alive.

Including his order of paladins.

Now, they have become a death knight order made up of corpses.

The battle erupted instantly.

The Death Knights' siege tactics were bizarre yet highly effective.

The corpses, resembling scouts, mages, and warriors, relentlessly clung to Ashu.

Using their bodies, their remaining instincts, magic, or even self-destruction.

Just to hold him back for a moment.

Sir John, however, indifferently brandished his sword.

The pitch-black sword energy tore through the air, slashing down indiscriminately!

A sword aura grazed Ash's shoulder and blasted into the ruins behind him.

The entire stone wall collapsed with a crash, splintering into a shower of debris.

Another slash struck the summoned undead knight.

The knight's body was severed in two, and black blood splattered everywhere.

But he still clung tightly to Ash's legs with his upper body.

John's eyes remained unmoved as the next sword strike arrived.

Ash's body twisted and turned like a ghost.

The qi circulated on the body's surface at maximum speed.

He dodged three blades attacking from the side, twisted his body, and kicked the head of a transcendent mage who was chanting.

With a backhand thrust, the blade pierced precisely into the heart of another knight.

His movements were fluid and graceful, each strike aimed at a vital point.

Extraordinary knights often couldn't withstand a single blow from him.

He was then killed.

But the real terror is only now beginning to unfold.

The mage, whose head had been kicked and shattered, had bits of flesh writhing on the ground.

They quickly rallied and reorganized.

In less than ten seconds, he shakily stood up again.

The knight, whose heart was pierced, had granulation tissue growing wildly from the wound.

The black blood flowed backward, and in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

They pounced again, their eyes vacant, tireless.

Ash's eyes twitched slightly, and a chill began to rise in his heart.

This is not a battle.

This is the cost of fighting a group of undead monsters.

We have to get rid of them!

His eyes sharpened, and his inner energy suddenly receded.

His figure vanished into thin air, only to reappear behind John.

Black light flickered on the blade, a full-force strike!

John reacted quickly, turning around to parry with his sword.

clang--!!

The shockwave exploded, pulverizing the three undead knights nearby.

John's protective aura fluctuated violently, and cracks appeared.

Ash pressed his advantage and advanced again, thrusting his blade seven times in quick succession like a venomous snake.

It always lands on the same crack.

The seventh strike landed, and the protective energy completely shattered!

The dagger pierced John's neck and twisted.

The head flew off.

The headless body stood frozen in place.

The surrounding undead knights all froze in their tracks.

Ash, panting heavily, grabbed Hannah.

"Walk!"

The two figures blurred into afterimages, crashed through the low wall to the side, and fled at top speed.

Ten seconds later.

The headless body bent down and picked up the head from the ground.

Press it firmly back onto the neck.

Black blood writhed, and the wound healed.

Sir John turned his neck, and the ghostly fire in his eyes reignited.

He raised his hand and waved it forward.

All the undead knights turned around at the same time, heading in the direction Ash had fled...

They went on in silence.

Hannah's face turned pale, and her bat wings instinctively tightened.

She was dragged along by Ash, forced to stumble and rush through the ruins.

Those scenes from just now are etched into my mind like a brand, impossible to erase.

A crushed heart can be reborn.

The severed head can be reattached.

This is not a fight at all.

"The Church of Reincarnation..."

Hannah's voice was dry.

"Are they... all monsters like that?"

Ash didn't turn around; his voice was icy.

"otherwise……"

He coughed, and blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Why... can it be the organization that the Demon God fears the most?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dark figure suddenly appeared at the alleyway ahead.

Three undead knights stood there silently.

The way out is blocked.

Ash's eyes sharpened, and he abruptly turned around, pulling Hannah along.

They crashed into a half-collapsed shop on the side.

Amidst the swirling dust of old, decaying wood, he emerged from the back window.

Upon landing, his body swayed almost imperceptibly.

Hannah immediately noticed the trembling in his arm.

"Your injury..."

"Shut up."

Ash interrupted her and continued running.

But the Death Knights always seem to anticipate things first.

No matter how they try to evade or hide.

There will always be new undead knights emerging from the shadows.

Like a net that keeps tightening.

Ash's breathing became heavier and heavier.

The grayish-black wound on his chest was constantly oozing black blood.

The edges of the flesh seemed to be slowly eroded by an invisible acid, making it impossible to heal.

His speed noticeably slowed down.

"If this continues..."

Hannah gritted her teeth.

"None of us can leave."

Ash suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He pushed Hannah behind a section of broken wall.

Listen.

His voice was hoarse, but resolute.

"I'll hold them off."

"Go north, out of the city, and don't look back."

Hannah's pupils contracted.

"Are you crazy?! Let's all..."

"Together we die!"

Ash growled, his crimson eyes filled with resolute rage.

He pressed down on Hannah's shoulders, his fingers almost digging into her flesh.

"You have to survive."

Just like you said.

"I'll come back and avenge you when I become a Demon King..."

Before the words were even finished, the surrounding shadows began to writhe.

One, two, three...

More and more dark figures emerged from all directions.

They were completely surrounded.

Sir John slowly walked out from the street corner.

There was only a faint black mark on his neck.

He raised his hand, and all the undead knights stepped forward simultaneously.

The ground trembled slightly.

Ash took a deep breath and gripped the dagger in reverse.

The protective energy flowed again, but it was no longer as solid as it had been at the beginning.

He turned back and took one last look at Hannah.

There was no farewell in those eyes.

Only orders that cannot be questioned.

"Walk--!"

With a loud shout, Ash's body exploded!

Not forward, but outwards.

Countless afterimages simultaneously rushed towards the knights from different directions.

The black light of the daggers shone in the dimness, like a grand fireworks display of death.

The undead knights were thrown into disarray by this sudden outburst.

Knight John swung his sword indifferently, unleashing a sweeping, dark aura.

It only shattered a few afterimages.

The real Ash has already slipped into the heart of the Knights like a phantom.

The blades flashed, and with each flash, a head flew off.

Or a body being torn to pieces.

He's tearing a hole in the most insane way possible.

Hannah bit her lip hard, the metallic taste spreading in her mouth.

She glanced at Ash one last time.

The bat's wings suddenly spread open, unleashing a burst of demonic energy.

It transformed into a streak of crimson light and shot off rapidly to the north!

A flicker of ghostly fire flashed in Sir John's eyes.

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction Hannah had fled.

More than ten undead knights immediately turned around, wanting to give chase.

But he was entangled by even more afterimages.

Ash was covered in blood, whether from his own or that of his enemies, it was unclear.

He grinned, revealing a blood-stained smile.

"Come again, I can kill you a hundred more times!"

The black light on the blade was more intense than ever before.