Nevreta smiled and stared at the monsters in the shadows. The corrupted creatures' movements immediately became stiff and then stopped, as if they were imprisoned by something.

"Just be able to control it."

Arcadiza breathed a sigh of relief, leaving behind the lives of these people, leaving at least one hope.

He turned to look at Big Vizier with an ugly face and asked.

"Are these physical states really irreversible? What if we cut off these newly emerging dirty structures?"

"I have tried all the methods you said and the methods you didn't say. If it's out of salvation, it's out of salvation."

As he said that, Wassolon's sound like a broken bellows became more and more sarcastic.

"Unless, you want to tolerate chaos, or are you ready to convert to chaos?"

Akadiza pursed her shiny lips on her dark face and said nothing.

He knew that this was Vizier expressing his dissatisfaction. If venting can dissipate the other party's dissatisfaction, then vent.

Anyway, according to the current situation, the situation can be controlled.

Judging from the previous picture, the combat power of the Ushabits is overwhelmingly powerful for the corrupters, and there should be no mistakes.

The infantry spear phalanx was constantly advancing with Ushabit and the lords.

Nevreta's confidant general, General Ankat, originally planned to support the light infantry and the midnight nobles on the flanks of the infantry, were assigned to guard the corrupts who were tightly bound.

However, those infantry were just a squadron.

Due to Wassoren's request, all mortals are not allowed to approach the corruptor at will within five meters of the range, and are only allowed to carry weapons and be warned outside the range.

All the close warnings were left to the vampires.

Great Vizier looked behind vigilantly. After seeing dozens of corruption incidents in just a few days, he never dared to underestimate the so-called power of chaos.

However, as time goes by, there is no problem behind, but there is a new situation ahead.

Another wave of footsteps was getting increasingly dense, accompanied by a foul odor. The source of the odor was obviously what I saw before, and there were areas of fine moss in the sand.

The resonance caused by footsteps almost trembled, which meant that the number of corrupted people was far greater than those before.

The pale palms grabbed the dark arm.

"I can't control too much, even if I add my maid..."

Nephreta's words suddenly stopped, and after a long time, he whispered.

"Na Emma, ​​it's impossible."

The damn white mouse made her maid leave her forever.

Nephreta's heart stinged, and for hundreds of years, Naemma has been with her. This woman from the Silk Country of the East is not only a maid, but also a lover.

Not long ago, when she realized the departure of the maid, she had almost no pain in her heart. Nephreta thought that Naemma was not that important to her.

At that time, she thought that maybe after her little eagle Kalida left, her heart would no longer feel the pain.

But now suddenly when I think back, the pain of losing comes like a tide, and she still loves Naemma.

If she had dissuaded herself from giving up Akadiza at that time, her attitude of refusal should have been better, maybe...

Too many thoughts continued to arise, and were cut off by her own hands.

The experience over the past four hundred years made her very clear that the things she had lost could not be returned to no matter what, and the rest was to seek revenge on the white mouse.

Not only Naemma, but also all this that Lemiya has suffered right now!

The footsteps were getting closer and the stench became stronger and stronger. Nevreta turned to Wassoren.

"Leave the women and children, and kill the rest."

Before Vosoren could command the Ushabits, the former Laimia champion warriors immediately took off their swords and cut off the heads of all male corrupters.

Wasoren shook his head, grabbed a scattered ghost, allowing him to condense to the point where mortals could see clearly.

"Is it necessary? I've said it? No matter which one is saved. If you want information, it's enough to leave it to me to search their souls."

Nefrey did not answer his words, and with his armor, he slapped the head of the fat corrupter who had appeared with all his strength.

Maybe it wasn't obesity, but swollen pustules and skin, but all of this fell apart under the power of a mortal.

The vampire's slap made the corrupter's head fly away from his body, and flew towards the other corrupters behind with disgusting mucus, like a cannonball, smashing the things into sap.

With just a few simple slaps, the numerous corrupters turned into a pile of rotten meat.

Such a result did not satisfy the attacker. Looking at the stinky mucus on the hand armor, Nevreta's delicate facial features were twisted into a ball.

The stench weakened her eternal blood thirst a little, but instead she had a little more desire to vomit.

"Maybe you are right, these corrupters can't stay."

Nevreta raised the bright red spikes of the armor under his chin in the darkness and whispered to Big Vizier behind him.

"But, at least a few are left as symbols to prove that we are trying to treat this 'disease'."

"Affect the order, saint."

Akadiza looked at Nephreta in surprise and opened her mouth to stop it, but the scene in front of her plus his identity problem, and in the end the king of Kamuri said nothing.

The number of prisoners of war was quickly reduced to the point where mortals no longer needed to be guarded by the order.

Hundreds of ghosts passed by Wasoren and came into the engine of the undead. As the information of one soul after another was extracted, Wasoren suddenly said in surprise.

"It seems that your order is correct, find a suspicious place, an underground casino located on the east side."

Akadiza's eyes turned to the other side, the moss-covered area was hundreds of meters to the right of the line of sight.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "East side? I thought it would be in those foul-smelling areas."

"You are right. Those parts will definitely have other combat power, but mortals are still too useless."

As he said that, Wasoren paused for a long time before walking to the edge of the undead engine and pulled out the staff inserted by the throne.

The rich magic wind in the air began to crack with his movements, breaking down into more destructive black viscous energy, Dahl.

Wasoren kept chanting spells, carefully controlling these energy to climb up the dead corpse aside.

Dahl is quite dangerous, and their existence alone is enough to distort reality.

In order to avoid making the chaos here stronger, he must cast the spell at the fastest speed and ensure no mistakes are made.

The sticky Dahl climbed up the dead bodies as the spell kept echoing in the air. The black mucus that could only be seen under the magical vision flowed into the corpse from every broken part of the corpse.

The originally broken head was reunited by the power of magic, and the things that were split in half were reunited by the blue-black inspiration.

The dead body kept twisting and climbed up from the ground.

Hundreds of zombies stood up in the surprised eyes of the living.

What surprised Akadiza even more was that as Vosoren kept chanting spells while holding the undead engine, the undead energy continued to repair their injuries.

Soon, the originally severely damaged zombie became like she had just died under the invisible recombination of power.

"There will be no problem with our flanks. King of Kamuri, it is better for us to solve the problem quickly."

As he said that, Vosoren hooked his claws at Usoran. The giant figure more than ten meters disappeared in the shadow, and the existence of the entity was almost impossible to see.

Under the dual guarantee, Great Vizier immediately ordered that Ushabit's square formation was in front, and General Ankat led the infantry conflicting square formation behind, and slowly advanced towards the streets in the east.

There were a lot of battles along the way, and corrupters who always appeared without knowing where they appeared.

They either bumped into Ushabit's feet or fell under the soldiers' spear formation, and were constantly transformed into new zombies, and guards continued to appear at intersections on both sides.

As the army continued to approach, the number and appearance of the enemies did not change much, which made Wasoren breathe a sigh of relief.

However, those chaotic little things that suddenly became more and more, which looked like ordinary spell elves, were still worthy of being vigilant.

However, these little monsters, either blue or pink, did not cause any damage even if they waited until the spear and giant sickle sword aimed at the suspicious underground casino.

Wasoren thought he was too careful, so he focused on the building in front of him that only had one floor, with no windows on the wall made of yellow soil, as if it was a warehouse-like building.

Akadiza and Nevreta were ambushed on both sides, Vosoren was ready to launch magic at any time in the dark, and Usoran in the shadow was ready to demolish the building in front of him at any time.

In a solemn atmosphere, General Ankater rudely pushed open the thick but old-fashioned wooden door.

However, there was no battle they imagined to have happened. It was rather strange that the people here didn't even have the heart to look at them.

Not to mention the performance of these people, even this room without windows looks quite strange.

Even the relatively wealthy part of the slums is absolutely impossible to afford a large amount of silk products. It is considered the highest-end to be decorated with a large amount of thin linen.

And in this gambling hall, silk of all colors can be seen everywhere.

Large silks, purple, blue or green, are made into curtains, dividing the room into large and small, looming compartments.

The consumption of this item alone is worth at least thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins. The money is enough to open ten rooms, and perhaps more such casinos.

What is even more exaggerated is that the crystals that glow by themselves are hung from the ceiling to illuminate the room, making the enclosed room as bright as daytime.

I don’t know how much wealth this requires.

Wasoran in the shadow scratched his chin, feeling that this was more luxurious than the best place he had ever been to, but it appeared in the slums so unusually.

Doing good deeds is probably some kind of corruption.
To be continued...