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Someone else will come next and become “Old Tim” again.

"Perhaps all the people in the surrounding cities have been gathered together. The other party was just stalling for time before. Are they mobilizing so many people for preparation? These people are the same as those in the slaughterhouse."

Amanda's expression was also very solemn. She had also seen the scene at the slaughterhouse.

Those people who had asked Blacklett for help before suddenly launched a crazy attack and even injured Heatherly.

"Mr. Reverend..."

Heatherly stood behind Hewlett with some worry, as if she would only feel safe with Hewlett.

The calmest person at this moment is Annaletia, the strongest person here and the one with the highest military power in the Holy Church.

Carrying a bottle of wine, Annaletia left her beloved sofa, put a hand on Heilite's shoulder and looked at the crowd outside the window.

"This is the favorite method of the Undead. That's why I told you that it's useless to chase him. You can't kill so many people. You might as well just wait here for him to come to you."

Anaretia was already used to this kind of situation, and she knew very well how to save energy. As long as she didn't take the initiative to chase, the "undead" would come to her on its own.

During the hundreds of years of hunting down the Undead, the Undead also used the same human sea current on Anaretia.

That's why Annaleitia came immediately when she heard Heilite talking about "Old Tim" and what happened at the slaughterhouse.

Black Light was not very familiar with the "Undead", and he had never even had direct contact with them before, but Annaletia was very familiar with the power of the "Undead" and also believed in Black Light's judgment.

Old Tim at the slaughterhouse is the "immortal", and the "immortal" is also Viscount Terry.

The scene before her eyes, which looked like a zombie siege, undoubtedly confirmed that Anaretia had made the right decision. This was also the reason why she was squatting here.

"But what's the point? Why would he do this?"

Heatherly asked in confusion.

"Meaning? Is it necessary? In the eyes of the seventh-stage demigods, these people are nothing more than ants. No one would think about why they would step on ants to death. The Undead did this just to try to make us hesitate."

Anaretia's tone was lazy and casual, but her words were extremely heavy.

If Anaretia wanted to kill the "undead" to eventually kill their will to live, then the "undead" wanted to use death and negative emotions to "consume" the Valkyrie's will.

Controlling a large number of innocent civilians to fight Anaretia was a common tactic used by the Undead. Although doing so would not harm Anaretia, it was extremely insulting.

"So what do we do next? With so many people, if they are all like they were at the slaughterhouse, what are we going to do?"

Amanda's words brought everyone back to reality. So many people gathered here certainly not for a meeting or a dinner party.

The best example is those people in the slaughterhouse, who attacked Blacklett and Heatherly crazily.

But the people in the slaughterhouse are not as large as the ones in front of us. The people in front of us are the entire population of several surrounding cities.

"What should I do? Killing is the easiest solution."

Blacklett gave a matter-of-fact answer with an expressionless face. This is what he did at the slaughterhouse.

Now faced with such a large crowd, Heilite's approach did not change.

When asked if he would feel guilty for doing so, Heilite replied that he did not. Wasn't that what the mob that killed the nuns and knights did? They killed others just to survive, so why should he pity those who endangered his safety?

Even seeing so many people in front of him, Blacklett would not hesitate to take action.

"Hahahahaha! You're right! Although I've seen many strong men, this is the first time I've seen a little man with a personality that suits my taste! This is why I like little men! I'll give birth to your baby!"

Annaletia obviously agreed with Heilite's idea. There was a reason why these two people could live together.

"What about you, Heatherly? Do you have the same idea as them?"

Amanda was used to the personalities of Blacklet and Annaletia. When she first came to Mile City, Amanda had questioned the actions of Blacklet and Annaletia, but after seeing a lot of hell in Mile City.

She had accepted Blacklett and Analetia's "kill them all" mentality, but Amanda was more worried about Heatherly.

"I, I listen to the Reverend."

Heatherly handled the problem unexpectedly easily because she trusted Blackletter.

It was Black Light who brought her into this warm room that night. From that moment on, Heatherly knew that Black Light was definitely not a person who liked killing, but if she didn't kill, she would not be able to survive in this city of Mile.

Unless, like Heatherly, she hides in the sewers, but even if she hides in the sewers, one day she will be dragged out and killed.

Heatherly knew her own character, so she was willing to believe and follow Hewlett.

Hewlett's decision is Heatherly's decision.

"..."

It's over. Amanda looked at Heather like this and felt that Heather would never be able to compete with Annaletia in the future.

In that case, wouldn't Heatherly just be the younger one? That wouldn't do.

"Mr. Heilite, have you thought about it?"

The ten minutes were up, and the 'Undead' Viscount Terry began to urge him on.

Of course, Blacklett responded by giving him a spear.

From the very beginning, Black Light had nothing to want to talk to Viscount Terry. If he did that, Black Light was not sure if he would also be controlled by Viscount Terry.

"Hey, 'Undead', we meet again. It's almost time for you to die next."

The Valkyrie Annaledia summoned out her Valkyrie Armor and waved to the "undead" that was hiding somewhere below and was everywhere.

The one-sided massacre is about to begin.

Chapter 175: Tea Party Picnic with Angus and Viscount Terry

Mins Street, several thousand meters away.

An elegant picnic was in progress at this time, and two figures attracted attention.

It's not just because the people around them are all stiff and wooden, and it's not just because there are male and female servants around them. It's more... well, it should be said that it's temperament.

"Oh, it seems that I am not a popular person. Mr. Hewlett rejected my invitation. Angos, you may have met that old friend."

Viscount Terry rolled up his shirt sleeves and stood in front of the grill, sweating profusely, flipping the skewers in his hands.

The skewers of meat, filled with an enticing aroma, sizzled in the flames of the burning apple wood. Viscount Terry grabbed a handful of seasoning and sprinkled it on the skewers with a very elegant gesture.

As he flipped the skewers, Viscount Terry's body was shaking. At this moment, he seemed to be dancing with the flames and skewers in his hands.

"Oh, that's a pity. Blacklett won't be able to taste your delicious barbecue."

Angus, sitting on the chair, shook his head regretfully. As Rebecca's piano playing and the funny dance of the Little Red Riding Hood servant were played, he swayed the steaming tea on his wrist slightly.

"No, no, no, my cooking is nothing. The black tea brewed by your Rebecca, Angus, is the most delicious."

Viscount Terry, who was sweating profusely, placed the grilled skewers in front of Angus. He picked up his cup of black tea and took a sip, with a smile of enjoyment on his face.

"No, Eighth Seat, your cooking skills are the most unforgettable. It's a pity that I don't like food very much, otherwise I would probably be inseparable from the delicacies of Eighth Seat in my life."

Looking at the skewers of meat in front of him, which he didn't know what kind of meat it was, Angers pushed the plate of skewers away a little without leaving any trace.

"It's really sad, Angus, your body is still a little inconvenient, but it doesn't matter, I will wait for the day when you can taste my food."

"Thank you for the hospitality, Eighth Seat. It will be easy for me to attend your banquet, Eighth Seat."

"Hahahahahahaha, you can always invite me to your tea time, Angesi. I'd be happy to taste Rebecca's tea. Although this body of mine is also temporary, I hope this won't be disrespectful to you, Angesi."

"Of course not, we are friends, hahahahahahaha."

The two people, Angus and Viscount Terry, in the same picture, talking happily to each other, give people an inexplicable sense of harmony.

At least, that's what it seems on the surface.

After all, the Sixth Seat, who was wearing Little Red Riding Hood, couldn't speak at this time.

"Oh? It's started. Anaretia's approach is still the same as before. She will swing her weapon without hesitation no matter what the opponent is. Being chased by her is really terrible."

Looking at the Valkyrie descending in the distance, Viscount Terry shrugged helplessly.

Some people also understand his pain.

"Is that the Valkyrie? She's really scary. The Valkyrie following the eighth seat is a very good fighter."

Ange looked at the powerful and terrifying Valkyrie in the air in the distance. The Valkyrie just waved the Valkyrie spear in her hand and wiped out thousands of people.

He didn't understand the feeling of being hunted by the Valkyries. After all, he was not at Stage 7. Even if he was at Stage 6 in the Hermit Order, he was not worthy of being taken seriously by the Valkyries.

The number of Valkyries is smaller than that of the leaders of the Hermit Order. As long as they are not too conspicuous, the Valkyries will not bother to deal with the Stage Six. However, because of the deterrence of the Valkyries, the leaders of the Stage Six of the Hermit Order are relatively low-key.

"Do you need my help, Eighth Seat? I can only do a tiny bit for you." Naturally, what Ange said now was just a polite remark.

Now Angus only has the magic power of stage five, Rebecca still has stage six, and his male servant is also at stage six.

It was obviously unlikely that this level of combat power would be useful against a stage seven Valkyrie, so Viscount Terry smiled and shook his head to decline.

"It's okay. That Valkyrie and I are old friends. We both know how to fight each other."

After saying this, a dark aura emanated from Viscount Terry's body.

The gloomy aura spread everywhere, seeming to split the surrounding space apart.

Tombstones appeared around Viscount Terry and Angus, and right next to them, a brand new tombstone broke out of the ground.

At this moment, letters are being carved one by one on the new tombstone.

Those were the letters of Valkyrie. Even though the real name was not engraved, just the three words "Valkyrie" still had an effect.

The Valkyrie in the distance was pulled into the cemetery space. Anges could also see what was happening in the cemetery space. It was obvious that the Valkyrie on the opposite side was already familiar with the methods of the Eighth Seat. After entering the cemetery space, she immediately attacked with all her strength.

Under the holy light, the space of the cemetery was now rippling like a lake with stones constantly thrown into it, and it could be seen that the space was about to be broken.

Even though they are both at stage seven, the Valkyrie's power is clearly beyond that of the eighth.

But the Eighth Seat would naturally not let the Valkyrie leave so easily. Anges could see the controlled people falling down one by one around him.

Those who were controlled by the Eighth Seat all turned into empty shells, their souls were sucked into the cemetery space and transformed into ghosts that entangled the Valkyrie.

Although those ghosts would not last more than a few seconds before being evaporated by the holy light of the Valkyrie, they had the advantage of being outnumbered.

"This is truly spectacular. Is this the power of Stage 7?"

Anges uttered such admiration, although it was not clear whether he was admiring the Valkyrie's terrifying fighting power or the Eighth Seat's ability to control the population of several cities as his cannon fodder.

However, the battle in Phase Seven is truly on another level.

However, the Eighth Seat had already tried his best to restrain the Valkyrie at this time, and the Valkyrie's killing speed in the cemetery space was not slow. If the Eighth Seat had not spent two weeks gathering so many substitutes, even the cemetery space would not be able to trap the Valkyrie for long.

"But you have to be careful, Eighth Seat. Although the Valkyrie is scary enough, that Blacklet is also a very dangerous opponent."