Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Vientiane continued its southward journey.

It is unaware of what is happening behind it; it merely executes the commands given to it by its own entity and does not think independently.

If the host allows it to absorb as much as it wants, then it will absorb as much as it wants, regardless of anything else.

Absorb the plague, then leave.

The next town, and the next, and the next.

In the mountains, a group of refugees are making their way.

There were more than a dozen people, men and women, young and old.

They fled from the plague-ravaged villages and headed south, having heard of a free city there.

There was no plague, no temples, and no belief in any gods.

The man at the front suddenly stopped, pointing to the distant sky, his finger trembling.

"Look... what's that?"

Everyone looked up.

The distant sky was obscured by a dark purple mist.

The fog rolled in from the other side of the mountain, like a wall, slowly advancing towards them.

An old man crouched down, burying his face in his hands. "It's a plague...it's divine punishment...we can't escape..."

The young woman, holding her child, took a few steps back, her legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground.

The child cried loudly in her arms.

The fog is getting closer.

They could see clearly that there was a human-shaped silhouette in the middle of the fog!

The man hovered in mid-air, dark purple mist emanating from his body and enveloping the entire sky.

He floated over the refugees' heads without stopping or even glancing down at them.

But as he passed by, he absorbed all the plague mist floating in the air.

The air became clean, without the stench of decay or the cloying sweetness of death.

The refugees stood there, stunned, for a long time.

A young man was the first to react and knelt down in the direction where the figure had disappeared.

"God...that's God..."

"Is it the god of plague?"

"No! I've seen the statue of the plague god; it doesn't look like this..."

"That must be a new god sent by heaven to save us! A savior of the world!"

Everyone else knelt down, but the old man did not.

He stood at the very back, looking in the direction where the figure disappeared, and then at the scorched earth in the distance.

"Did you see clearly?" His voice was hoarse. "What was that thing following behind that person?"

The young man turned to look at him, puzzled. "What is it?"

The old man pointed into the distance.

On the horizon, a black tide is surging in.

That's not fog, it's insects!

Countless insects, densely packed, covered the entire land; where they crawled, not even a blade of grass remained!

"Insects! It's insects!"

"Run, everyone!!"

The refugees began to flee for their lives, but the insects were faster.

They caught up with them, crawling over their feet, over their legs, over their bodies.

The screams lasted only a few seconds.

After the insects dispersed, only white bones remained on the ground.

A few insects, each carrying a still-beating heart, crawled back in the direction they had come from.

Those were tributes for the Queen Mother.

In the cellar, the family huddled in the deepest part.

Father, mother and three children.

The youngest was still nursing, so the mother put her nipple in its mouth and covered its mouth to prevent it from crying out.

There were footsteps on the ground, many footsteps, heavy, orderly, like thunder.

The father lay on the ladder, peering out through the gap in the cellar cover.

He saw countless enormous skeletons walking across the ground.

Some looked like horses, some like cows, and some like giant beasts he had never seen before.

They lined up and walked in the same direction. The line was so long that you couldn't see the beginning or the end.

One of them suddenly stopped.

It lowered its head, its eyes burning with eerie green flames, staring at the cellar lid.

The father held his breath and remained motionless. A few seconds later, the skeleton raised its head and followed the group.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The father slid down the ladder, leaned against the wall, and gasped for breath.

"Gone?" the mother asked softly.

"I'm gone."

"What are those?"

"I don't know." He closed his eyes. "But whatever it is, it could kill us."

The mother did not respond.

She looked down at the baby in her arms and gently patted its back.

It was quiet outside the cellar; the footsteps were no longer audible, and the silence was frightening.

Suddenly, the ground shook.

It wasn't footsteps; it was very heavy, like a mountain crashing down.

The father climbed the ladder again and looked out through the cracks in the cellar.

Outside the cellar stood a gigantic figure, a dark golden skeleton, more than ten times larger than the ones from before.

It lowered its head, the flames in its eyes fixed on the cellar cover.

The father wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

Megatron raised his foot and stomped down.

The cellar collapsed instantly.

It turned around and continued walking towards the city to the west.

Behind them, the collapsed ground fell silent.

A moment later, several ghosts emerged from the ground, carrying several corpses and bewildered souls in their hands.

...

The North, a city plagued by disease.

This is the location of the Plague God's largest temple, and also the most fortified city on the entire continent.

The city wall is twenty meters high, and there is an arrow tower every ten steps on the wall. The arrow towers are equipped with crossbows, and the crossbows are coated with a deadly poison.

Two rows of guards stood at the city gate, their armor emblazoned with the emblem of the plague god, and their hands gripping halberds.

Priests stood on the city wall, holding incense burners in their hands. The smoke rising from the burners was green and carried a strong medicinal and corrosive smell.

At this moment, the city gates were tightly closed, and the commander of the Christian Guard stood on the gate tower, looking at the black tide in the distance.

He couldn't see what it was, but he knew it wasn't a good thing.

Previously, some plague cultists who had fled back from other places had reported on the situation in various locations.

Wherever these monsters went, everything was swallowed up without exception!

But... this place, as the most fortified city, has the most powerful papacy and the most powerful army of protectors, and also represents the world's strongest resistance force.

If even this place falls...

The commander dared not think any further and ordered the entire army to be on alert, the crossbows to be cocked, and the priests to prepare to release the plague barrier.

The black tide drew closer, and he finally saw it clearly.

Those were bones, countless bones, pieced together into various shapes, crawling, running, and rolling on the ground.

Some looked like humans, some like dogs, some like snakes, some like insects...

They were densely packed together, countless in number.

"Release the arrows!"

The ballista is fired.

The massive crossbow bolt, glowing green, shot into the horde of undead, blasting open a cloud of green poisonous mist.

The poisonous fog enveloped hundreds of undead, corroding them until their skeletons began to smoke, become brittle, and shatter.

But the undead behind continued to charge forward, stepping on the debris in front, and no matter how powerful the ballista was, it couldn't stop so many.

"Priest! Plague Barrier!"

The priests on the city wall raised their incense burners, and green smoke billowed out, forming a green barrier in front of the city wall.

The skeletons of the undead that rushed into the barrier began to smoke, their joints began to loosen, and their soul flames began to dim.

However, the barrier is not infinite; each undead that crosses the barrier consumes its energy.

There are just too many undead, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions...