After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

The Faceless King had heard something about how Aze was treated in his old team.

But if I hadn't experienced it myself, I would never have thought that I would have such high blood pressure.

In an instant, a hint of sympathy appeared in its understanding of Aize.

(That guy, it's not easy either.)

“What exactly do you want to say…?”

(Anyway, my original plan was to incite you to kill Aize, then reveal my true identity and the truth to surprise you. This way, the plan could proceed smoothly and we would have one less major concern later on. Unfortunately, it failed.)

The Faceless King suddenly changed the subject:

(But that's okay! I've already achieved my goal of weakening your spirit to the limit, so taking your body won't be a difficult task now. Rosalyn Meredith, your abilities are a waste on a fool like you. Hand them over to me!)

Chapter 133 Information Gap (2)

Over the past week, the steadfast faith of the believers had formed a barrier that tightly surrounded Rosaline in the spiritual realm, blocking almost all hatred and hostility from the locals, allowing her to escape the previous torture and have a few days of good life.

Now, due to the unprecedented collapse of faith, this shield has been shattered.

For Rosalyn, it was more than just a loss of protection.

Because the consciousness was connected too closely, the process of separating again was like tearing off a living person's skin. The pain can be imagined.

In this situation, Rosaline now has to face an external environment that is even worse than before.

Within a week, under the instigation of the Faceless Men, the believers' indiscriminate preaching made the residents' already strong hostility and disgust rise, and it reached a peak directly because of the riots that just occurred.

These targeted negative emotions directly crushed the already wounded Rosaline's will.

Now she is dying and extremely weak both mentally and physically.

The temporary loss of her faith perception ability caused by the huge trauma has left her completely isolated and helpless when facing the enemy in her mind.

Even if the Hero's Blessing is still functioning normally, the protection and resistance it provides can no longer play any valuable role.

So, the Faceless King began to act.

"Well--"

With Rosalyn's low moan, a strange feeling began to spread in her mind.

My thinking, which was not clear to begin with, was becoming paralyzed and stagnant at an extremely fast speed.

It was like a traveler trapped in a bottomless swamp, watching himself being swallowed up bit by bit by the abyss beneath his feet, but completely unable to struggle or resist.

An unfamiliar emotion called fear quickly took over all of the remaining consciousness.

She subconsciously grabbed the simple bed sheet and began to struggle weakly and frantically:

"No... This... This can't be done, it can't be done... You can't do this... Because, because that is my mission... My mission, so I can't... Someone come... Someone come quickly! Kill... Kill me... You can't do this... You can't..."

The bed creaked. Although the movement was not big, it made every nerve in his body ache, and the resulting cold sweat soaked his clothes and bedding.

However, at this point, no one could respond to her cries for help.

Those believers, who were once so devout that their every wish was granted, were still arguing and clashing violently. Rosaline's desperate attempts at movement were easily drowned out by the disturbing noise.

Like a stone sinking into the sea.

Naturally, another face emerged in her increasingly narrowed consciousness:

"Aize... Aize, where are you? If it were you, you would have anticipated this situation, right... right? You must be here, I... I know... So, please, save... save me... save me..."

(Stop whining and making so much noise! The work is almost done. Can you please be quiet? Brave Azer is busy dealing with the undead army right now. He won't come. And even if he did, why do you think he would help you?)

The voice of the Faceless King became clearer and clearer as the possession progressed.

From a simple projection in the brain, it quickly developed to the level of auditory hallucination, and even vague shadows began to slowly appear in front of the eyes.

(How did you and your beloved followers treat him just a few minutes ago? How did you almost kill him with all your venomous words? I don't need to remind you of this, brave lady Rosaline~)

Rosalyn shook her head desperately, but her movements became slower and slower:

"No... that's not right. It wasn't me... It was the believers who wanted it that way. It was... it was... you who instigated it behind the scenes. I didn't... I didn't... no... It wasn't me... I didn't..."

Thinking is becoming increasingly difficult, and even expressing opinions is no longer possible. I can only repeat meaningless fragments in a chaotic manner.

"Not you? Haha, that's hilarious."

The Faceless King mocked her contemptuously—no longer through telepathy in his mind, but spoke directly from Rosaline's own mouth.

This means that the body takeover is basically complete.

"That crucial speech you made at the last moment wasn't part of my original plan, and it had nothing to do with the influence of the Faith Entity. It was your own jealousy and anger that led to everything, and nearly brought the Hero Aize to his doom. Even now, you still dare to claim that it had nothing to do with you? Tsk tsk tsk, Lady Pure White Saint, are you so shameless? Or have you lied so much that you even believed yourself?"

"I'm not... I didn't... I... I'm not... I... I didn't..."

Consciousness has almost been covered, leaving only mechanical repetition at the physical level.

The Faceless Man sighed in boredom:

"With that much ability, I really overestimated you. Wouldn't it be great if you could be on par with the Brave Aize? Then I wouldn't have to suffer so much."

"I'm sorry, Aize... I'm sorry... everyone..."

"Um?"

Rosaline's consciousness, which was about to disappear, seemed to fluctuate slightly at the last moment, as if it were a last ray of light, and became clear for a moment.

But that doesn't make sense anymore.

Because the takeover is complete.

The magic and techniques that once belonged to the hero began to work, and a warm light immediately filled the entire room, dispelling the suffocating darkness that filled it.

This is a healing technique mastered by priest-type heroes.

Under its illumination, all the scars on Rosaline's body, which could be described as shattered, healed at an extremely fast speed.

In just ten minutes, the disfigured facial features disappeared.

The pure white saint Rosalyn Meredith, who was no different from usual, sat up in bed.

"Phew—that hurt almost to death. Those bastards hit me really hard. If she had been killed by accident, wouldn't I have been buried with her? Tsk."

Then, it lowered its gaze and began to examine this long-coveted yet strange new body:

"She's even prettier than I imagined, isn't she? As expected of a hero whose charisma is everything, her appearance truly surpasses that of ordinary people. She's on par with that slutty bitch Precia, right? It's such a waste in the hands of this idiot. Okay, what should we do next?"

Successfully taking over Rosaline's body is only the first step in the Faceless Man's overall plan.

Afterwards, she must make her abilities play their due role, and for this she must find a way to reach the Holy City, the center of human faith throughout the entire continent.

This was no easy task, considering the city was completely surrounded and he had betrayed himself and gone alone.

So, what to say?

After a brief thought, "Rosaline" stood up from the bed.

Because, before considering the complicated issues, she had to step forward to stop the group of believers who were still arguing.

These loyal and deeply bound guys will definitely be able to help us in future actions, so we can't let too many of them die in boring and meaningless internal struggles.

Although faith has almost collapsed, as long as the faith connection still exists, combined with telepathic ability, the Faceless Man is confident that he can completely deal with this mess.

"With such great power in hand, I have as many followers as I want and can do whatever I want with them. Yet, I was played like this by that guy. I'm really stupid. I... uh?"

Bang! ! !

The moment she stood up completely, Rosaline suddenly lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground in an indecent face-down position.

"Hmm... What's going on? His body won't obey my commands!? That's impossible. His consciousness should have been completely overwhelmed. How could this happen?!"

In this body now, there is no longer a single nerve, hair or drop of blood that belongs to Rosaline. It is certain that the Faceless King has completely taken control of it.

So, the problem is not the shell.

"Consciousness, is there something wrong with my consciousness? That guy's consciousness hasn't been completely destroyed? Tsk, no matter how stupid he is, he's still a hero? He's not that easy to deal with..."

During the possession process, the Faceless Man literally ate Rosaline's weakened consciousness, hoping to obtain all the information she possessed.

However, it found that although it ate the food, it had no possibility of digesting and absorbing it at the conscious level.

Rosalyn's personality remained intact in a deep dormant state, stuck inside its body.

This resulted in severe indigestion-like symptoms, to the point where even control of the body was affected.

If this problem is not resolved, all subsequent plans will be ruined.

The Faceless Man struggled to climb back onto the bed, gritting his teeth and beginning to think of a solution.

Then, it suddenly smiled with relief:

"What? This situation is perfect. Why should I be in such a hurry?"

By abandoning his physical body, the Faceless King successfully deceived Aize, making him mistakenly believe that he was dead and thus relax his guard, thus successfully completing the possession of his body.

However, the brave Aize is not easily deceived.

If he started to act too quickly after taking over the body, his flaws would be discovered immediately, and he would suffer a serious defeat like before.

But this time, there is no more information gap that can be used to save his life.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, it is best to keep a low profile and refrain from any further hostile actions until the siege of Lillebas is over.

No, it's not enough to just keep a low profile. Now that things have come to this, it even has to help Aize.

Otherwise, if the undead really broke into the city, now that the Faceless Man's body had been destroyed and could not return, I, the "Brave Rosaline", would probably also die without a burial place.

As for Rosaline's consciousness problem, it would be fine if we could come up with a solution during this period of time. There's no rush anyway.

"Let's appease the sect tomorrow, and then drive those guys up to the city wall to help the brave Aize fill the line. This way, they can at least play a role. Haha, this is actually something a former demon leader is thinking about. How ironic~"

Relying on the face he had snatched, the Faceless King smiled helplessly.

Chapter 134: General Attack of the Undead (1)

Despite being caught in the trap set for the Faceless King and shivering with cold, Aize did not have any time to rest. He almost immediately turned around and returned to the wall of Lilbas.

More than a week has passed since we entered Lierbas.

During this period, we faced similar offensive scenarios almost every day, and even the tactical adjustments made by the opponent were basically all within our expectations and there was nothing new to speak of.

Aize began to feel a little bored.

But tonight, things were clearly different.

The first thing that came into view was an unprecedented array of more than 20 corpses, standing like a pitch-black curtain wall in the darkness. With heavy footsteps that shook the earth, they pressed towards the city wall that served as the boundary between life and death.

Below them was a veritable mountain-reclamation and sea-filling, covering the entire land like weeds, and the number of the undead legions was greater than ever before.

In addition to common units such as zombies and puppets, there are also some unique figures mixed in.

A golden sedan-like object, carried by dozens or even hundreds of special zombies dressed in gorgeous costumes, wandered back and forth in a safe area outside the range of the Imperial Army's magic attacks.

That is the car used by the members of the Immortal Dynasty.

Relying on forbidden unknown techniques, these former Ogris nobles gained eternal life in a sense, but also became more and more afraid of the arrival of true death.

Therefore, although they possess great power, they rarely go to the battlefield in person, but prefer to hide in the caves and let their endless servants solve problems on their behalf.

But tonight, they took action themselves.

This means that Aize’s previous judgment of the overall situation was completely correct.

That is, the Immortal Dynasty has reached a dead end. They must make decisive progress in tonight's general offensive, otherwise they will be crushed by the pressure from other demons.

For Aize, this was good news, and he immediately started fighting according to the pre-arranged plan.

The entire Imperial Army's combat magic corps, including those sent into the city to remove the curse and treat the wounded, were gathered together and carpet-bombed the battlefield infected by death with unrestrained and fierce firepower.

The militiamen gathered on the city walls operated the makeshift crossbows and threw the stones they had brought with them, trying their best to reduce the number of the enemy.

As soon as the battle started, it became intense.

Within the first 60 seconds, several piles of corpses were directly hit by the armor-piercing puppets fired in volleys, and then turned into minced meat and exploded from the inside out.

But relying on unprecedented and astonishing numbers, more individuals are still moving forward.

The pieces of rotten flesh thrown by the waving tentacles exploded one by one on the city wall, and the foul-smelling liquid and poisonous gas spread out, causing huge damage to the militia who lacked effective protection in a very short time.

The zombies came out in full force, using their numbers to consume the magic power of the warlocks who were already exhausted from days of fighting. They rushed directly to the bottom of the city wall, braving the flying broken limbs and dirt, and began to build human ladders.