The blood soaked the masonry, and no matter how much water washed it away, it could not restore its original color.

The blood gathered into a stream and flowed down the stairs step by step. Some night tribesmen were bending over to secretly drink the blood, and some bloodthirsty people were eating happily on the pile of corpses.

In the center of this terrifying hell, there were waves of horrifying howling sounds, like whips cutting through the air at high speed, shattering the bodies. Weier knew that that was where York was, the source of the Sin armed force.

location.

"It's so cruel..."

Weier walked carefully around the periphery of the Butcher's Pit. It knew very well that it had entered the core area of ​​the disobedient royal court. Once its traces were exposed, it would be hit quickly.

She had an important mission, and Wei'er couldn't just fall down. It cautiously arrived at a building next to the Butcher's Pit, and slowly released its ether in front of a door.

The ether poured into the door, carving out complex and complicated trajectories. It was a pattern that would give ordinary people a splitting headache just by looking at it, but Wei'er had already memorized it by heart.

For most scholars, it is simply a dream to memorize a complex alchemical matrix with their brains. However, this is not a problem for Weier. It does not remember this alchemical matrix, but only engraves it into

in my mind.

In the Undead Club, every undead person must assume certain functions to work for the Undead Club. If Sere's job is bartender and personnel management, and Bode's job is indoor cleaning, then remember this alchemy matrix.

, and it is Weier’s job to carve it out when necessary.

Thinking of this, Wei'er's carving speed slowed down a bit. She was thinking, what kind of position does she have? Is she a doorman?

Wei'er did not continue to struggle with this problem, but further accelerated the carving speed. The tedious alchemical matrix was gradually engraved into the door and mapped into the material soul, the soul of cold iron.

At the other end of the unfinished door, in the Undead Club, Sai Zong was sitting high on his throne. Below him, the clanging sound of metal continued. Blacksmiths were hammering red-hot metal.

The dead were picking through Sai Zong's weapon collection. They chose weapons and armor they were familiar with and armed themselves into strong soldiers.

Bode stood next to Sai Zong. At this time, he had put on armor full of spikes and was holding a cold spear. The blue will-o'-the-wisp ignited under his jagged bones, and his cold killing intent was in full swing.

Rising steadily.

Sai Zong's eyes passed over the resurrecting army of the undead and landed at the end of the armory. There, there was an ordinary door erected there. As time went by, it seemed like there was an invisible weapon.

The carving knife is knocking on the door, carving exquisite and complicated patterns on its surface.

The armed undead were sitting aside. They were waiting with Sai Zong, waiting for the carving of the alchemy matrix to be completed...
Chapter completed!