The excavation site is actually a very large territory. It has various camps, dormitories, cells, warehouses and other buildings, and the center is a castle. This is not a small castle built by ordinary little lords, but a large building with a fortress level, which is enough to house thousands of soldiers. No one knows why the church people built such a large castle inside. You must know that the entrance to the excavation site is also built according to the standards of the large fortress. This double defense in such a place without a special strategic location is simply a waste of manpower and financial resources.

The castle is located on the edge of the excavation site of ancient relics. The location can be said to be very good. If you stand on the tower at the highest point of the castle, you can see the excavation progress at a glance. If you want to say that this castle has any defensive regrets, it is that the moat has not been excavated.

It was already late at night, and the castle was quiet, and almost everyone fell asleep. But at the gate of the castle, there were five or six soldiers on duty here.

They did not meticulously carry out their responsibilities, but gathered together in a very casual manner. In fact, this is normal, because there is no need to be on duty at all. The prisoners responsible for excavation have escaped from the last riot and escape, and the new prisoners have not been sent. There is actually no one here who needs to be guarded. In this case, what is the point of standing guard on duty? But the situation is a bit special. Due to the last escape of the prisoner, the upper class was furious and repeatedly emphasized the need to rectify discipline and strengthen guarding. The final result is that even if it is meaningless, they have to stand guard here.

As grassroots personnel, these unlucky soldiers can only stand in a meaningless manner here. Of course, as mentioned before, these soldiers did not stand at the door with their chests straight, but gathered together to chat and chat, complaining.

"…Konig is gone!"

"I left long ago and took half of the Holy Knights away... I heard that he and Shem reached an agreement."

"He wants to be the new archbishop and thinks crazy!"

The soldiers discussed the name of the highest person in charge of the excavation site in a tone without respect. A large part of this is that they are not actually the direct troops of the church, but the countries sent to the excavation site to fulfill their religious obligations. It can be imagined that people who were sent to a place far away from their hometown, with strict management and no special oil and water were basically frustrated in domestic politics/struggle. Being sent to the excavation site is only a little better than exile in a sense.

Moreover, after staying in this cursed place for a long time, it is nothing strange to lose respect to God, the church, etc. Moreover, although the True God Church has achieved dominant position in faith, it is reverence for God. People do not have that kind of piety to a high-level priest. The recent incident of Green Skin destroying Oren City has also caused a great blow to the reputation of the church.

Even the gods began to feel dissatisfied with the corruption and chaos within the church. Otherwise, how could Oren, who has the status of "Holy City", be inexplicably captured by a green-skinned army? It should be noted that the green-skinned mountains of the Iron Claw Mountains have never caused any major damage in hundreds of years.

"He probably won't come back, right?" someone replied mutteringly. "I don't know who the next person in charge will be."

"It's better not to have the person in charge!" One of his companions complained. "As soon as they touch their lips, we have to stay up and stand guard! Tsk, the weather is so hot in this place."

What he said was the truth. It was midsummer, and the weather in the south was stuffy and hot. Even if it was already night, wearing armor would make people sweat continuously. It would be great if they could take off their armor, lie down on the bed, and have a beautiful sleep. But they had to stand guard here.

If they were in a border fortress at this time, even if there were no prisoners, the task of standing guard would be reasonable. But they were at the center of the excavation site, at the entrance of a castle where foreign enemies could not invade.

"Have the shift changer not come yet?" someone asked casually.

"It's been a long time ago," one of his companions replied. "Hey, I really want to... Hey, have you heard any sound?"

"You are too allergic!" The one who stood outside looked up and looked into the distance. Although the stars and moon were brilliant tonight, the human vision would not exceed a hundred steps. "It is impossible for people to be in this place. Except for us."

"There is a rustling sound." Another person corrected it. "But it might be something like a mouse or a rabbit."

They immediately stopped paying attention to this small accident and began to chat and complain at the same time. The topic was focused on Oren City and Corniger. After they discussed for a while, they finally began to feel something was wrong.

The rustling sounds that they thought were caused by rats and rabbits just now became clearer. Although the sound was light, it seemed to come from all directions.

Through the moonlight, they saw a group of blurred figures.

"Who is it!" a soldier raised his spear and shouted loudly.

There was no answer from the other side, and the soldiers stood together vigilantly. They exchanged glances with each other, so the two soldiers left their companions and began to greet the strangers. In the middle of the night, strangers should not appear here... But if something happened at the entrance, no warning message came.

The remaining soldiers clasped their weapons in confusion. More figures appeared. The number of mysterious visitors seemed to be large, hundreds, and more. The strangers did not move quickly, and seemed to be staggering because of exhaustion. This was even more confusing, and a sense of uneasiness quietly surged into the hearts of the soldiers.

Then they heard the two companions who were coming to meet him let out a creepy scream. One stood there silently, the other turned around, dropped his weapon, and ran back towards them while howling.

"Zombies! Zombies!" The man made a nervous cry, making people unable to understand what he was talking about for a while. He did not even stop beside his companions, but ran towards the castle, and his screams pierced the night sky.

But they immediately knew why their companions were scared to look like this. More staggering figures appeared, far more than they estimated, at least thousands. A gust of wind blew, blowing a rotten stench at them. Now they could see who those were! Those were not humans at all! These staggering figures were a group of people who had long been dead, a group of zombies!

The bodies of these people who had already died were covered with corpse spots, and their bodies became ragged due to their own decay. Their skin fell off and hung on their limbs, which exposed their withered muscles, still hearts and dry blood vessels. The soldier just now collapsed because he witnessed this terrifying scene.

At this time, the zombie was approaching the remaining soldier who had not escaped. He bravely raised the long halberd in his hand and stabbed the nearest one in front of him. The long halberd pierced the body of the zombie, but did not stop the undead creature from moving. The zombie continued to twist its body and grabbed the long halberd that pierced itself. Before the soldier realized that he should abandon his weapon and escape, another zombie grabbed him and pushed him to the ground. Then, more zombies rushed up and drowned the unfortunate person in the staggering torrent. Only a scream was explaining what had happened.

"Go back quickly! Close the city gate!" After wasting a short time in horror, the remaining soldiers finally remembered the only correct choice. The zombies in front of them were pouring in endlessly, and the number was too great. Even the most well-equipped and strongest warriors would be finally defeated by groups of zombies.

If they rushed back in time, there would be a chance. Unfortunately, this castle had no habit of closing the door. Unlike ordinary castles, it is a place for hard labor, and there will be no enemies outside (so the existence of this castle itself is incredible). If the castle is closed frequently, it will only lead to slow response to the riots of prisoners, so the gate of the castle is always open and rarely closed. At this moment, the room that controls the opening and closing of the city gate is actually locked!

The zombies began to rush into the castle. The soldiers on duty gave up their futile efforts to close the city gate and ran inside. They ran and issued a loud warning.

But it was too late. When the defenders rushed into the castle square in messy clothes, they saw not hundreds or thousands of zombies, but tens of thousands. And more zombies were pouring in.

"Are you doing this too much?" Above the sky, outside the human vision, Ashu Rufate rode a two-legged flying dragon made of magic and watched the battle in the castle. Although the zombies were slow to move and had low intelligence, and were definitely not human opponents in one-on-one situations, there was no suspense in this battle. The zombies dragged their rotten bodies and staggered forward numbly, perhaps driven by their resentment of unjust death. Even after being smashed, their remaining limbs would still squirm and slowly move forward. No one who was defeated by the zombies was spared.

"Master, you should not pity them. This is a sin they committed by themselves." Carrie replied in his mind. "Although it was because of the church that killed so many people, the specific executors were themselves. In any case, they had an unshirkable responsibility in this evil deed."

Ash Rufate was silent. Although he relied on the power of two dimension stones, he himself couldn't believe that he could summon so many zombies. There were too many people who died in the excavation site, which easily drove the army of zombies with a total of tens of thousands. However, in a sense, it was the church itself that led to this result.

"But in one or two months, the black magic energy on the zombies will be exhausted." Carrie continued in her mind. "You must seize the time and conquer Via and Istria during this time. Then the whole of Sivania is under your control."

"What should I do afterward?" Ashu Rufat asked.

"Don't worry, you release so much black magic energy, which will definitely attract the attention of those black magicians. You don't need to look for them, they will come to you on their own initiative. They need more knowledge and power, and you can only give them these things in this world."

"With the help of the black magicians, you can quickly expand the number of your elite troops." Carrie continued excitedly. "You can dominate more corpse monsters... By the way, you can also summon those corpse ghouls to join your army!"

"I..." Asu Ruffat actually wanted to say that his level of black magic was really not qualified. This was because he had never been interested in this. But he thought instead that Carrie must have complete knowledge in this area.

"Am I... really qualified to be a ruler?" he asked. He had never commanded anyone except the battlefield.
Chapter completed!