Re-live your life and start speedrunning

The monk spoke hurriedly.

But what sounded faster than his words was the sudden shaking of the tender buds under his feet - and a hand suddenly stretched out!

Throwing away layers of dirt and snow, the hand was pale and bony, and the protruding dismemberment and exposed blood vessels showed that it was not a living person.

It even grabbed the ankle of the nearest person at an extremely fast speed!

At this time.

The monk's voice began to echo.

The man holding the torch, who was very close and had discovered the sprouts first, took a step back in panic, but was still grabbed by the hand by the ankle - then there was a sizzling sound, and the sound of violent corrosion seemed to melt his trouser legs like flames, making the man drop the torch and let out miserable howls and screams.

The pain was unbearable, and the severe corrosion spread rapidly from his feet upwards... corroding his entire pants into pustules, which burst and exuded a rotten and foul smell.

"Arato is above!"

The next second, the monk let out a low shout and pulled out a sharp sword from his sleeve with a clang. The man's thigh was cut off from the bottom, and the calf, which was mostly corroded, was still tightly grasped by the hand that came out from under the tender buds, and was constantly twisting and corroding.

The man's screams became even louder, and his companions next to him took the opportunity to grab him and drag him away!

The blood left a heart-wrenching mark on the snow.

The monk who had drawn his sword shouted, "Stay away from those sprouts around here—run!"

Before he could finish his words, he was the first to run out.

Everyone followed closely behind, their footsteps deep and shallow leaving behind chaotic traces.

Bang bang bang!

However, one second follows another.

After the snow stopped, the strong wind seemed to blow away all the accumulated snow. As the dead woods swayed, layers of snow flakes rolled up like explosions. Countless tender buds emerged and swayed in the snow. Countless pale and skinny hands stretched out from it. From a distance, it looked like pale bean sprouts twisting in the wind. It was extremely creepy and terrifying.

Everyone's pupils trembled, but they kept walking because they knew they would die if they stopped.

The man whose foot was cut off also calmed down at this time. The severe pain gradually disappeared, and only numbness remained as his broken leg rubbed against the snow. He was even somewhat glad that he had only lost a leg but saved his life.

Saw this scene.

Everyone knows it.

The 'Tide of the Dead' has arrived.

The dead ghosts have passed through the door of the underworld and stepped into the human world.

Now I can only run.

Run quickly——

Speed ​​up!

Boom!

However, the crisis came not only from underground, but also from in front of him!

A huge dead tree suddenly collapsed to the ground, stirring up layers of snow and fog. If the 'monk' had not stopped quickly, he would have fallen to the ground with his head exploded. However, the crisis became more severe after he stopped, because the dead tree was also covered with dense 'hands of the undead', just like the surrounding snow. Not only hands, but also heads could be vaguely seen wriggling out of them!

Pale, hideous, thin, scary...like an undead head with only bones left!

"damn it..."

The monk jumped back half a step.

The people who followed closely behind him were all pale and looked terrified.

"what to do..."

Some people started to panic.

"How come it's here so quickly?"

Some people are still confused in panic.

But the monk said again: "Quick, retreat - they are coming up!"

as predicted.

As they retreated again and again, the ghosts that emerged from the tender buds underground and from the withered trees began to become more and more complete. Amidst the rustling sounds, pale hands grabbed the fine snow dust on the ground, and as they dragged and crawled, terrifying figures, some skinny and some bloody, emerged.

In just one second, the entire dead woods were filled with dead bodies and evil spirits.

Just for a moment.

The undead were swaying around - no longer like 'bean sprouts', but more like a colony of white ants piled together.

The people surrounded in the forest looked terrified.

The 'monk' standing at the front inhaled and then exhaled - as a monk of the 'Church of Death', this was the first time he had seen such a thing.

Not only does the Tide of Undeath arrive earlier than before.

The speed at which they passed through the door of the 'Underworld' and stepped into the mortal world was also faster than before.

Just for a moment.

They are already behind bars.

Just for a second.

They were already in this forest of death, with no way to escape.

It’s over.

It’s over.

The undead were baring their fangs and claws, and looking at their pale and hideous figures became a chill deeper than the snow, directly penetrating the bone marrow and stinging the soul.

“What should I do…what should I do…”

"I don't want to die!"

The young man in the team was trembling all over, as if he was on the verge of collapse.

The leader who had lost one leg staggered and stood on his remaining leg, his face also looking extremely pale.

How to do?

What else can be done now?

The man dressed as a church monk raised his dagger slightly, showing helplessness - and despair.

Despair at the danger of the current situation.

Such a scene.

Don't say it's them.

Even those high-level priests, magicians or magic knights.

It's probably hard to get out, right?

Only bishop-level church members or magicians and magic knights can do this.

But how could such a being appear here?

How can it be...

hum!

A sudden sound was heard among the swaying dead trees. The desperate man was slightly stunned, and then he saw - a fire broke out on the ground. The dark green flames seemed to spread from afar as if the snow was ignited, and the swaying flames looked like more green buds growing in an instant.

The green buds instantly grew into vines and clung to the countless undead souls.

Make the undead stop.

There were wails and screams.

Let their bodies roll, burn, and turn into ashes in the flames.

Before and after.

Just one second.

The fire was still there, but as if all the dust had been washed away...the world suddenly became quiet.

Crackling,

Only the fire was left flickering.

What was left was... a chariot and horses of skeletons that came from afar, stepping on the fire of the dead and approaching.

"It seems that the old man's tomb has indeed been dug up!"

The person sitting in the car spoke like this.

He uttered some very youthful words, with a hint of gloating in his voice.

Everyone looked at the sound.

I couldn't help but be shocked.

Chapter 510

The Stolen Corpse, Rune and Flint

"It should be right here."

After a while.

In a world where the snow has stopped, the north wind is still blowing, and the flowing air whistles and lifts up large flakes of fine snow dust on the ground, rolling up a misty fog.

Li Re paused in the depths of the Forest of the Dead in the north of the Principality of Atlan. He looked up at the desolate and dilapidated wooden house not far away, then lowered his head to look at the pit formed by the accumulated snow at his feet.

Immediately he glanced sideways and looked behind him——

"Are you sure that the Tide of the Undead started ten years ago?"

Such words echoed in the cold wind.

Facing Li Re's gaze.

The people standing behind him were five men of different ages and shapes. Among them were monks in church robes, tall middle-aged men, and a young man with a youthful and immature look who looked not much older than Li Re.

The cotton jackets they were wearing were all tattered. One of the men even had his thigh cut off. He looked drowsy and could only stand with the help of two other people.

After hearing what Li Re said, they looked at each other and nodded.

Li Re then touched his chin and began to think deeply.

He recalled the so-called 'Tide of the Undead' that had just happened.

Those souls that wriggled and twisted out of the ground, or even the 'tender shoots' growing on the trees, were not unfamiliar to him - he had lived in the Forest of the Dead for six years and had wandered in this area, which was considered taboo by outsiders, for a long time. He had also seen the dead returning to the world from the so-called 'gateway to the underworld' in the legend.

He had also heard about the creation myth of this world from the old man and knew about the existence of the Supreme God and the twelve angels.

To some extent.

Li Re went to the royal capital to look for traces of the existence of gods other than the Supreme God and the twelve angels, such as Hecate.

But in the six years he had lived in these woods, there had never been a 'return of the dead' on this scale.

The reason.

It is because a 'legendary necromancer' lives in this forest.

The old man who took in the young Li Re suppressed the riot in the Forest of the Dead. When he was alive, only a very small number of people in the Forest of the Dead could slip through the gate to the underworld.

Although the old man died ten years ago, he asked Li Re to bury him in this woods before he died, so that his corpse could continue to suppress the return of the dead.

In theory.

As long as the old man's body is still there.

There will be no large-scale return of the undead.

However, now, something that should not have happened actually happened before Li Re's eyes.

This is why Li Re said, "The old man's tomb was indeed dug up."

But he initially thought that it had only been discovered in the past few years.

If that is the case, the old man has done his last bit for the world. If his stolen body can add another necromancer to the world, it will be the fulfillment of his wish.