Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, vampires, corpse witches, black knights, bone dragons.

All the undead creatures that can be named are already here, and there are even many unfamiliar with humans, but they still follow the orders and join the undead army without hesitation.

The undead are also called forgetts. They are beings forgotten by living beings, and their souls linger in the endless darkness and lonely world of death.

They don’t want to be forgotten, nor do they want to be forgotten in the corner like garbage. They long to return to this vibrant world like a living, even if they don’t like such an environment.

Why should we be forgotten, why should we be separated by life and death? Why should we be disgusted by living beings or even destroyed by living beings?

When the Forsakens wake up from the endless abyss of death, they are not coming to chat with the living, but to add companions to themselves.

They want to erase the boundaries of life and death, turn all living beings into dead, and build a country of death that belongs to them in this vibrant world.

This is the origin of the natural disaster of the undead. The inestimable number of death troops rushed to the human kingdom and attacked any visible life in a crazy way. Wherever the death march went, the fog of the undead will spread there. The plague of the undead carried in the fog of the undead will continue to infect creatures, deprive them of their vitality and kill them, and then turn into rotten zombies (or worse) and stand up again.

The death marches of the undead natural disasters, wherever they go, all living beings will become dead, and the number of dead will only increase, just like a snowball, rolling from a small snowball into a huge snowball, and eventually completely submerging the entire human kingdom.

This time, the goal of the Death March was the huge city ahead, a town with a population of over one million. This was just a human being. It did not count the number of other races and slaves, otherwise it would only be more.

The Forgotten Ones seemed to feel the breath of living beings, and their paces that were originally extremely slow seemed to speed up a little.

But this should be just an illusion. How fast can rotten corpses and skeletons such as skeletons and zombies go?

Hey, wait a moment, something strange seemed to have been infiltrated into the Death March. It was the appearance of a boy. Although his fair face was covered with blood and scars, it could still be seen that it was a pretty face.

His body is a little different from zombies. Although it is both dead gray, the degree of decay is not high. Moreover, his eyes are red, which is different from those zombies with expressionless faces. There seem to be two words written on his face. Desire, yes, it is desire. So what exactly is he longing for?

Hungry, hungry, so hungry!!!

Meat, meat, eat meat!!!

The above is what this dead boy with red eyes thought. He was indeed eager for something. He actually wanted to eat meat. This was really a strange thing.

Because skeletons and zombies do not need to eat flesh and blood. They make themselves stronger by devouring the soul fire that is also undead creatures to make themselves stronger, and even evolve without flesh and blood. This is indeed a bit special.

The death march slowly approached the town, and even in the dark, it could not hide the strong smell of death.

Just as the army of death was about to approach the town, a milky white light rose into the air. It was a ball of light, like a small sun, making the town as bright as daytime, filled with soft white light.

The white light is not dazzling or strong, just like the spring breeze blowing on the face, giving people a comfortable and pleasant feeling; it is just like the drizzle moistening silently, quietly cleaning people's hearts, making people feel relaxed and natural from the inside out.

The above are for people and for the undead, this soft white light is the poison that seals the throat with blood. Once touched, they will melt like snow meeting the rising sun and disappear in an instant.

The skeletons that first came into contact with the white light, the miserable green soul fire in their eyes instantly extinguished. The skeletons that had lost their power source had their bones scattered and completely turned into a pile of white bones.

The zombies whose bodies are rotten and smelly, once they are exposed to white light, their decay will emit white smoke and sizzle, and then turn into a pool of soft mud until they finally become a pool of black water.

The low-level undead cannot resist it for long in the face of this soft white light, and then it will completely disappear. The high-level undead can resist it for a while, but it will only resist it for a while. If defensive measures are not taken, they will be purified.

"Damn it, why are the people from the Holy Flame Church here?" The necromancer who led the death marches was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. The situation was completely beyond his expectations. He never expected that he would meet his mortal enemy, the Holy Flame Church in such a place.

The Holy Flame Church holds the sacred power. They believe in the God of Light and regard all dark and dead creatures as mortal enemies. They have been suppressing the undead and necromancers for thousands of years. They are also the key targets of attack.

It would be fine if you meet the people of the Holy Flame Church. After all, there are usually one or two churches in places like towns, and there will be priests or priests of the Holy Flame Church guarding them. However, the priests and priests do not have that powerful strength and can release this level of holy light. Look at the scale and power of the holy light, at least those who take action are cardinals.

"Damn it, I can only give up." The Necromancer made a quick decision and chose to give up and continue the attack. His death marching trend was not achieved, and now the number has dropped by one third. If he continues to attack hard, he will have no benefit at all, so he has to choose to retreat.

Unfortunately, the Necromancer's movements were one step slower, and three golden lights came to him in an instant like meteors, surrounding him with a triangular formation.

"Paladin." The Necromancer's voice was hoarse and a little... fear.

Wearing armor shining with golden light, holding a shield in his left hand and sword in his right hand, there is a pair of white wings behind him, which are wings completely condensed from holy light, a symbol of power and devotion. They are the paladins of the Holy Flame Church, and their existence is only for the purpose of protecting and protecting the holy light.

"As soon as the Holy Maiden was crowned, you sent this great gift to congratulate him. It was so enthusiastic." The youngest Paladin mocked.

"Saint, it turns out to be the guardian group of the saints. No wonder, but the saint doesn't go to various empires to spread the holy light, so what should we do in such a remote place?" asked the necromancer. He really couldn't understand why he met a new saint in such a place.

The saints of the Holy Flame Church are changed every twenty years. Each saint will have their own guardian group. The necromancer is really unlucky and hit the hole of the gun as soon as it comes out.

"It seems that your news is very closed. I don't even know that this is the hometown of the Saint." The oldest paladin shook his head and sighed, not knowing whether it was sighing that the news of the Necromancer was closed, or that the hometown of the Saint is full of disasters.

The necromancer died in depression. After the saint took office, he would travel around the empires to spread the teachings of the Holy Flame Church, so that more people could believe in the God of Light. This is a convention. However, before that, the saint would go to his hometown, and his hometown was the first stop.
Chapter completed!