After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

Jane's breakdown happened almost instantly.

He simply fell to his knees on the ground, unable to even pray. He just knelt in the middle of the street and cried loudly in guilt, fear, confusion, and extreme self-loathing.

"Lord Aize, Lord Aize, I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry! I... I don't know why I had such a heretical thought, but... no, this is what I deserve. Lord Aize, Lady Rosalyn, Lady Goddess, please punish me for my heresy! This is what I deserve! Please come quickly!"

In a trance, she heard a helpless sigh, but she didn't know where it came from.

"Goddess? Is that... you?"

Jane looked around with wide eyes, trying to find the source of the sound.

But before she could find anything valuable, a pair of large hands suddenly reached out from behind her, covered her mouth, and dragged her into a dark corner without any explanation.

A slightly obscene voice sounded in my ears:

"Brother, brother! Look what I caught! A lively, two-legged lamb that ran into the alley on its own. Isn't that amazing?"

"Uuuuuu——"

Jane was stunned for a moment, then began to struggle desperately.

Because she had heard the word dark alley from the adults of the sect.

It refers to the forbidden streets that symbolize sin and blasphemy and exist in almost every human city outside the Holy City, and are places where ordinary people are absolutely forbidden to enter.

How could I have accidentally ended up in such a place?

In the panic, new footsteps were heard behind me.

Snapped! ! !

There was a dull sound of beating, as if the man holding her was slapped.

A rough male voice then sounded:

"Are you an idiot?! Boss Bill is already in trouble now, what's the point of arresting her? How are we going to sell her? Or just throw her away and avoid any trouble!"

"Hehehe, big brother, look at what you said, how can we let go of this fat sheep that's been delivered to our door? Even if we can't sell it, we can still enjoy it ourselves. Business is bad, and we don't have money to go to the succubus for fun. Using this guy as a substitute, it's okay, right? We can even have an extra meal after we're done!"

"You little bastard... Never mind. It's up to you. You don't know how many days you have left to live anyway, so just have some fun. But don't make too much noise. If you attract those damn Imperials, it will be a disaster!"

The conversation, which fundamentally shows that people are not treated as human beings at all, is creepy enough to listen to.

But the little girl did not struggle further.

Instead, from a certain point in time, she completely stopped moving, allowing the other person to hold her in his arms like a doll, without moving a muscle.

This aroused the vigilance of the man known as "Big Brother":

"Hey, why isn't she moving? Did you cover her too tightly and kill her?!"

"No, big brother, I have a gun! Besides, what does it matter if it dies? I'll give a damn whether this little lamb is dead or alive!"

The wretched alley criminal put Jane down and walked around to her front with a lewd smile, wanting to observe the situation.

“This guy, just now he was… eh? Oh my god! What the hell is this!?”

Suddenly, he was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, his expression was extremely terrified, and he even subconsciously used his hands and feet to run backwards.

The strong man called Big Brother also came over, cursing and reaching out to help the man.

"What are you yelling about, you loser? How can you be scared... scared... "

Then, I was also stunned.

Because the moment his eyes met Jane's facial features, a featureless face, as flat as a mannequin without a single ripple - if it could still be called a face - appeared in his field of vision.

“Could this guy be a Faceless Man? B-But how is this possible… How is this possible…”

As lackeys who did a lot of work for the demons during the orcs' rule here, the existence of gloomy monsters like the Faceless Men is no secret to them.

Even when assisting the demons in smuggling people and supplies, they also conducted a lot of cooperation and transactions with the Faceless Men disguised as humans.

But, how could a guy who looked like a lost child be a Faceless Man?

This makes no sense at all.

Moreover, although the two men's combat power is average, their biological instincts are telling them that the strange existence in front of them is definitely not just an ordinary faceless man.

An indescribable and shocking feeling of oppression permeated the air, causing the two to lose the strength to escape and could only stand there in a daze.

In panic and fear, the two watched as the "little girl" raised her head.

The part hidden under the smooth skin, where the eye sockets should be, was staring at them intently.

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"...Huh? This is a church?"

When she regained consciousness, Jane found herself lying on a bench in the temporary base of the Pure White Saint Sect.

He was surrounded by believers with worried faces.

"Everyone...what's going on?"

"What's going on? You've been missing for the whole afternoon, and we were worried sick!"

An adult female believer ran up, grabbed her collar and shook her hard.

"I just found you fainted in front of the church. What happened? Where did you go? What happened?"

"I...I followed Lady Rosalyn's instructions to find Lady Aize, and then...then what happened?"

His memory was fragmented again, and he had no recollection of the time after running away from the lord's mansion.

I just felt like I had experienced some danger, and then... So that's how it was. Just like before, it must have been the goddess's miracle that brought me back!

Even though he had become such a heretic that he suspected Aize of having an affair with the demons, the kind goddess still stayed with him and helped him generously.

How tolerant and generous this is!

"Ahh~ Goddess, Lady Rosaline, have you forgiven my sins? Merciful Goddess, forgiving Goddess..."

Ignoring the surprised looks of the people around her, Jane turned over, knelt on the chair, and began to pray to the dilapidated statue in the ruins of the church.

Then, a certain voice really sounded in her mind.

It was almost exactly the same pattern as the miracles I had heard before in the Holy City Miracles.

Unlike the previous instructions on how to infiltrate and assassinate Leah, this time the content is -

"Goddess, do you want us to rescue Lady Rosalyn? Yes, yes, I understand! This is our honor, our mission! Please rest assured, the Pure White Saint Sect will definitely live up to its mission! We will definitely restore Lady Rosalyn to her former state!"

Unlike her previous doubts about Aize, this time, Jane accepted the voice in her head without reservation.

Chapter 115 Second Round

Undead armies never tire, never waver in morale, and require no supplies. While generally slower, their bodies, having already died once, can withstand more damage than living creatures.

Therefore, the battlefield where they are located will almost inevitably develop into the most brutal and simple meat-grinding war.

Their opponents will have to use the precious lives of their soldiers to make an extremely unfair exchange with these dead objects, whose losses, no matter how much, are just a matter of numbers.

This makes it difficult to defeat the Undead army when resources are insufficient.

Unfortunately, this is the situation Aize is facing now.

The reason why they were able to repel the undead the night before was because the enemy's attack was too hasty and reckless, and they hoped to win by relying solely on human wave tactics.

The result was that under Aze's command, the powerful combat effectiveness and morale of the Royal Guards, and the support of Villian's spells and puppets, the losses of the undead combat units far exceeded expectations.

This was so great that the members of the Eternal Dynasty who were in charge of the command became frightened and ordered a retreat, which was how they managed to defend Lilbas.

In other words, stun the enemy commander and scare them away.

The loss of combat effectiveness of the undead army itself is far from being serious.

The Immortal Dynasty's temporary retreat is also a preparation for the next attack.

While Aize was busy dealing with city affairs throughout the day, the undead were not idle either.

One after another, underground battlefield necromancy workshops were quickly established, where members of the Immortal Dynasty and their necromancers gathered to carry out a series of blasphemous and sinful tasks.

The result will become the greatest threat to the imperial defenders in the upcoming battle.

From the moment the sun set, Aize began waiting on the city wall.

Beside him were rows of fully armed and battle-ready Imperial Guards.

Exceptionally solid armor, shields as large and heavy as door panels, and various enchanted weapons directly produced by the church workshop, these sophisticated metal creations gleamed with a cold light under the bright moonlight.

There was no sound of talking, and the extremely quiet atmosphere had lasted for several hours since sunset. Everyone cast their eyes to the end of the horizon, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

As time was about to cross the dividing point and enter the next day, the city wall under my feet suddenly began to tremble rhythmically, like an earthquake.

"coming."

Aize said expressionlessly.

In the field of vision provided by his extraordinary eyesight, the enemy has nowhere to hide.

"Corpse, distance 2000, number 3... no, 4. Also confirmed are a large number of Undead combat units approaching. Prepare for battle, General."

"Yes! Everyone, take your positions and prepare for battle!"

Lysander, who was standing beside him, repeated the order loudly in a calm and deep voice, and the Imperial Guards and magicians immediately took action.

The battle line was formed in an instant, the spell began to brew, and the most critical magic turrets also began to load and aim.

“Gahhhhhh—”

As the tremors grew closer and louder, strange and shrill screams suddenly rang out in the darkness, as if thousands of people were screaming in agony, suffering the most horrific torture at the same time, causing stinging in the eardrums and fear in the heart.

Four extremely huge figures began to emerge from the night, slowly revealing their terrifying figures in front of the soldiers.

The mass-like object is thirty meters tall, made up of a huge amount of flesh, blood, soil and stones, and moves slowly on legs made of several bones.

Hundreds and thousands of dead faces of humans, orcs and other races were embedded and floated on it, forming the outermost layer of this disgusting thing, and the screams also came from this.

These victims, who had long since died but still could not escape the fate of being exploited, all had extremely distorted expressions, to the point that just one look at them was enough to give people nightmares.

I don't know if it was intentional by the creator to intimidate his living opponents, but the souls of these living dead are still bound in it and suffering.

Aize is not an emotional person.

But he sincerely hoped it was the former.

Cursed Tomb, this is the official name given to this thing by the members of the Eternal Dynasty.

Other races, including humans, generally refer to it as a "mountain of corpses."

This kind of creation requires at least hundreds of corpses, plus a large amount of magic power and other materials to create. It is an ultra-heavy siege unit specially designed for the Undead.

In previous battles, they were even strong enough to withstand the release of the Holy Sword's maximum power and still continue to move forward. They were the nightmare of all undead enemies.

Compared to this weird thing, the giant war beasts raised by the orcs are as cute and docile as kittens at home.

The disadvantages are also obvious: it is too large and bulky, and the amount of magic power consumed to maintain its existence and operation is astronomical.

Therefore, it cannot exist as a standing force and can only be temporarily manufactured and assembled on the front line as needed.

Last night's attack was too hasty and we didn't have time to prepare this thing.

Now, they are just starting to get serious.

Amidst horrific screams, the mountain of corpses began to twist, shrink and wriggle.

Then, with a sickening "puff", a part of its blasphemous body was thrown out, streaking across the sky and heading straight for the city wall.

"Shield, quick, shield!"

The combat magicians who had already formed their array immediately began to respond.

Under the formations and arrays that had been arranged long ago, the magic power of dozens of people was gathered together, and the giant magic shield that had performed miraculous tasks in previous battles was then opened in mid-air.

boom! ! !

A crackling sound echoed as the compressed rotten flesh slammed into the shield and shattered. Toxic gas, extremely dangerous to all living things, spread along with the flesh and blood, instantly enveloping the sky. An unbearable stench instantly flooded the entire battlefield.

A low-level, crude, and underhanded tactic, but one that is indeed effective.

It's still okay for humans, but if it were other races with more sensitive sense of smell, even if they were not harmed by the poisonous gas, the smell alone would be enough to kill them.

Lysander, who was in direct command, responded immediately:

"Mark the targets 1, 2, 3, and 4 from near to far. All turrets and magicians, aim at the center of target 1, fire freely, and fire!"