NOVEL NEXT Soul echo
Chapter 34: One Night of Horror (1)
Chapter 34
After the magic spell expired, exhaustion returned to Zhong Ye's body.
This time, even high-concentration holy water cannot be cured, and can only be recovered through rest-if holy water with a purity of more than 70.00% is drunk by non-clergy, it will affect the spirit.
Fortunately, Zhong Ye also knows the [breathing method], which can speed up the recovery of the body. He only needs a good night's rest to recover his basic fighting ability.
But at this time, he still had to discuss with the priests how to deal with the undead army in the future.
It may be because of the things he did before that the mercenaries unanimously elected him as the representative of the mercenaries.
——But he has only been in this city for a day, and he doesn't know other mercenaries at all.
"...The lord is useless." The old priest held his forehead, enduring the stabbing pain in his head, "The city defense army has almost no fighting power, even if there are retired mercenaries or adventurers among them, the army of undead The army can't muster the courage to fight. As for the guards of the castle, they are all descendants of nobles and merchants, let alone have any fighting power."
In the conference room, there was a calming fragrance, which soothed the fatigue of the priest and Zhong Ye. In this room, only the representatives of the citizens remained energetic enough.
However, the old gentleman had been frightened all night, and he was obviously a little mentally weak.
Albert Land has been at peace for a long time, and there are no bandits in the territory. There are few lands for monsters to inhabit, and most of them are in the wilderness, and there is no need to send troops to eliminate them. As a result, the combat effectiveness of the army has always been low.
As long as the lord has a knight who can fight by his side, the priest will not have such a headache. After confirming from Zhong Ye that the main force of the undead army is going to attack the castle, he is already thinking about how long the castle can last.
"Then shall we stay here and wait for rescue?" The citizen representative is an old scholar wearing glasses. He came from a dilapidated aristocratic family. After careful consideration, the father chose to return the land and title to the lord in exchange for a chance for his child to become a scholar.
The old scholar, who was educated by the nobility since he was a child, is fair and respected in this city.
The priest shook his head and sighed, "The church doesn't have that much food..."
Now there are nearly a thousand people in the church. Not only do they not have enough food, but there is also not enough place for them to rest.
Not to mention lying down, there is even no place to sit.
In the entire church, only this small meeting room was empty, and the rest of the place, the observation tower, the aisle, and even the basement were crowded with people, and people's spirits were always tense, and the number of clergymen was not enough to comfort them at all. .
Taxes in the Albert Territory are very high, and caravans do not often come and go. It is obviously impossible to let other territories know the news in a short time and send troops to support it.
The knights under the lord's command could not defeat the army of undead, and asking for their support was to let them die - now it is not a question of whether to ask them for support, but how to prevent them from coming.
The old scholar also sighed, and looked at Zhong Ye, "Mr. Zhong, what do you think?"
"Dead end."
Zhong Ye didn't open his eyes, he was concentrating on mobilizing his breath to repair the strain on his body.
"The undead army has surrounded the church, and the castle can't last long. They can slaughter the castle up and down first, and then turn their heads to deal with us. However, we have no means to deal with the undead army. After all, we can't leave other people behind. people."
Hearing this, the old scholar held his head in pain, "Can we just wait to die like this?"
"Perhaps, this is exactly their purpose..." The priest sighed again, rubbing his temples, to soothe the swollen blood vessels, "They just want to watch us exhaust all our supplies here, and then kill each other..."
But at this moment, Zhong Ye opened his eyes, "I have a question: Where did the undead army come from?"
This question has puzzled him for a long time, their performance is enough to be called 'elite', even if they don't care about their miraculous power, their fighting skills alone can be worthy of this title.
Such an army cannot appear out of thin air, let alone they are undead.
Both the priest and the old scholar had puzzled expressions on their faces, and they were also puzzled by this.
"I have a guess about this."
Zhong Ye pointed to the land under his feet, "I just heard about the legend of this city today. In history, the same thing happened in this city."
The old scholar said in a daze: "They have also encountered the same thing...so, do they think they are here for 'revenge'?"
"Revenge?" Zhong Ye was puzzled by the word spoken by the old scholar, while the priest was thoughtful.
"Yes, it's 'revenge'."
The old scholar pushed his glasses, "When I chose to settle in Alberland, I studied the history of this city. The history 400 years ago is a point that cannot be bypassed. At that time, it was the most chaotic period in Yitrul. In a period of time, there are not only internal and external troubles.
"When the foreign aggression was the most serious, the Persians drove straight in, captured the upper eastern provinces and then captured Constantinople. Yitrul almost perished because of this, and at this time, the Persian army was destroyed here. , which directly led to the defeat of the Persians later, this is the famous 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre'.
"The leading generals are untestable now, but at that time Persia believed in the 'Moon God'—maybe you don't know, the origin of ghouls is Persia, just a few decades after the 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre' Before that, the first ghoul appeared in Persia, and then set off a plague of undead in Persia."
"After the 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre Incident', our church organized a war to wipe out all the undead in ancient Laurel City. The Trulls hated the Persians, but the others buried that army anyway..." The priest held his forehead, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Then why do they think this is 'revenge'?" Zhong Ye frowned, "The ancient city of Yuegui was slaughtered by them long ago. Could it be that they still think that the people in the city today are the descendants of those undead?"
"No, their 'revenge' is aimed at 'us'..." the priest pointed to his chest, and said word by word, "Those undead souls have long been infected by the abyss, they never died, and the place where they died In an instant, they were resurrected as undead, but they never 'woke up'.
"Because a 'dead' soul cannot last that long, 400 years is enough for a 'dead soul' to be wiped out no less than ten times, only a 'living' soul can survive such a long time.
"That is to say, they have been paying attention to Laurel City, knowing what happened in Laurel City in the past 400 years--knowing that our Luna Church has been eliminating the undead that are constantly reviving, so they resent why His Majesty didn't rescue them in the first place!"
Zhong Ye was shocked by the 'hatred' that went around in a big circle, and it was hard for him to understand why the undead army would be resentful.
Is it because you feel betrayed by your beliefs?
"Wait a moment!"
Zhong Ye suddenly stood up, stared at the priest, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean when you say they are 'infected by the abyss'?"
The priest raised his head blankly, "It's just...infected by the abyss? All the undead come from the blood moon, and the root of the blood moon is that when the moon god's crown was fighting against the abyss, he suffered trauma and infected the abyss. Since they Turning into an undead is naturally infected by the abyss."
"No, what I mean is... what do abyssal believers like to do most?" Zhong Ye asked again.
"Open the gate of the abyss—" the priest and the old scholar said in unison, and then stopped abruptly.
The two of them screamed at the same time: "Open the door to the abyss?!"
The exhaustion seemed to be swept away, and the two old people suddenly became energetic.
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the meeting room.
The priest said "Come in" suspiciously, and the door was suddenly pushed open. A young deacon came in with a panicked expression, and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency, it's not good! The magic circle of the church has been destroyed!"
The priest's face turned pale in an instant, and he suddenly raised his hand to press his chest, his face grim and painful.
"Divine power...blessing..."
(End of this chapter)
After the magic spell expired, exhaustion returned to Zhong Ye's body.
This time, even high-concentration holy water cannot be cured, and can only be recovered through rest-if holy water with a purity of more than 70.00% is drunk by non-clergy, it will affect the spirit.
Fortunately, Zhong Ye also knows the [breathing method], which can speed up the recovery of the body. He only needs a good night's rest to recover his basic fighting ability.
But at this time, he still had to discuss with the priests how to deal with the undead army in the future.
It may be because of the things he did before that the mercenaries unanimously elected him as the representative of the mercenaries.
——But he has only been in this city for a day, and he doesn't know other mercenaries at all.
"...The lord is useless." The old priest held his forehead, enduring the stabbing pain in his head, "The city defense army has almost no fighting power, even if there are retired mercenaries or adventurers among them, the army of undead The army can't muster the courage to fight. As for the guards of the castle, they are all descendants of nobles and merchants, let alone have any fighting power."
In the conference room, there was a calming fragrance, which soothed the fatigue of the priest and Zhong Ye. In this room, only the representatives of the citizens remained energetic enough.
However, the old gentleman had been frightened all night, and he was obviously a little mentally weak.
Albert Land has been at peace for a long time, and there are no bandits in the territory. There are few lands for monsters to inhabit, and most of them are in the wilderness, and there is no need to send troops to eliminate them. As a result, the combat effectiveness of the army has always been low.
As long as the lord has a knight who can fight by his side, the priest will not have such a headache. After confirming from Zhong Ye that the main force of the undead army is going to attack the castle, he is already thinking about how long the castle can last.
"Then shall we stay here and wait for rescue?" The citizen representative is an old scholar wearing glasses. He came from a dilapidated aristocratic family. After careful consideration, the father chose to return the land and title to the lord in exchange for a chance for his child to become a scholar.
The old scholar, who was educated by the nobility since he was a child, is fair and respected in this city.
The priest shook his head and sighed, "The church doesn't have that much food..."
Now there are nearly a thousand people in the church. Not only do they not have enough food, but there is also not enough place for them to rest.
Not to mention lying down, there is even no place to sit.
In the entire church, only this small meeting room was empty, and the rest of the place, the observation tower, the aisle, and even the basement were crowded with people, and people's spirits were always tense, and the number of clergymen was not enough to comfort them at all. .
Taxes in the Albert Territory are very high, and caravans do not often come and go. It is obviously impossible to let other territories know the news in a short time and send troops to support it.
The knights under the lord's command could not defeat the army of undead, and asking for their support was to let them die - now it is not a question of whether to ask them for support, but how to prevent them from coming.
The old scholar also sighed, and looked at Zhong Ye, "Mr. Zhong, what do you think?"
"Dead end."
Zhong Ye didn't open his eyes, he was concentrating on mobilizing his breath to repair the strain on his body.
"The undead army has surrounded the church, and the castle can't last long. They can slaughter the castle up and down first, and then turn their heads to deal with us. However, we have no means to deal with the undead army. After all, we can't leave other people behind. people."
Hearing this, the old scholar held his head in pain, "Can we just wait to die like this?"
"Perhaps, this is exactly their purpose..." The priest sighed again, rubbing his temples, to soothe the swollen blood vessels, "They just want to watch us exhaust all our supplies here, and then kill each other..."
But at this moment, Zhong Ye opened his eyes, "I have a question: Where did the undead army come from?"
This question has puzzled him for a long time, their performance is enough to be called 'elite', even if they don't care about their miraculous power, their fighting skills alone can be worthy of this title.
Such an army cannot appear out of thin air, let alone they are undead.
Both the priest and the old scholar had puzzled expressions on their faces, and they were also puzzled by this.
"I have a guess about this."
Zhong Ye pointed to the land under his feet, "I just heard about the legend of this city today. In history, the same thing happened in this city."
The old scholar said in a daze: "They have also encountered the same thing...so, do they think they are here for 'revenge'?"
"Revenge?" Zhong Ye was puzzled by the word spoken by the old scholar, while the priest was thoughtful.
"Yes, it's 'revenge'."
The old scholar pushed his glasses, "When I chose to settle in Alberland, I studied the history of this city. The history 400 years ago is a point that cannot be bypassed. At that time, it was the most chaotic period in Yitrul. In a period of time, there are not only internal and external troubles.
"When the foreign aggression was the most serious, the Persians drove straight in, captured the upper eastern provinces and then captured Constantinople. Yitrul almost perished because of this, and at this time, the Persian army was destroyed here. , which directly led to the defeat of the Persians later, this is the famous 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre'.
"The leading generals are untestable now, but at that time Persia believed in the 'Moon God'—maybe you don't know, the origin of ghouls is Persia, just a few decades after the 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre' Before that, the first ghoul appeared in Persia, and then set off a plague of undead in Persia."
"After the 'Ancient Laurel City Massacre Incident', our church organized a war to wipe out all the undead in ancient Laurel City. The Trulls hated the Persians, but the others buried that army anyway..." The priest held his forehead, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Then why do they think this is 'revenge'?" Zhong Ye frowned, "The ancient city of Yuegui was slaughtered by them long ago. Could it be that they still think that the people in the city today are the descendants of those undead?"
"No, their 'revenge' is aimed at 'us'..." the priest pointed to his chest, and said word by word, "Those undead souls have long been infected by the abyss, they never died, and the place where they died In an instant, they were resurrected as undead, but they never 'woke up'.
"Because a 'dead' soul cannot last that long, 400 years is enough for a 'dead soul' to be wiped out no less than ten times, only a 'living' soul can survive such a long time.
"That is to say, they have been paying attention to Laurel City, knowing what happened in Laurel City in the past 400 years--knowing that our Luna Church has been eliminating the undead that are constantly reviving, so they resent why His Majesty didn't rescue them in the first place!"
Zhong Ye was shocked by the 'hatred' that went around in a big circle, and it was hard for him to understand why the undead army would be resentful.
Is it because you feel betrayed by your beliefs?
"Wait a moment!"
Zhong Ye suddenly stood up, stared at the priest, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean when you say they are 'infected by the abyss'?"
The priest raised his head blankly, "It's just...infected by the abyss? All the undead come from the blood moon, and the root of the blood moon is that when the moon god's crown was fighting against the abyss, he suffered trauma and infected the abyss. Since they Turning into an undead is naturally infected by the abyss."
"No, what I mean is... what do abyssal believers like to do most?" Zhong Ye asked again.
"Open the gate of the abyss—" the priest and the old scholar said in unison, and then stopped abruptly.
The two of them screamed at the same time: "Open the door to the abyss?!"
The exhaustion seemed to be swept away, and the two old people suddenly became energetic.
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the meeting room.
The priest said "Come in" suspiciously, and the door was suddenly pushed open. A young deacon came in with a panicked expression, and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency, it's not good! The magic circle of the church has been destroyed!"
The priest's face turned pale in an instant, and he suddenly raised his hand to press his chest, his face grim and painful.
"Divine power...blessing..."
(End of this chapter)
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