The spacious streets of Inrigus are filled with wandering stems. They gather in groups, chasing Plisson and others with a burning thirst for living creatures.
The situation at this moment was a bit strange. Four people were avoiding the pursuit of the mummy, but only two were running.
Plisson was carrying O, and Luas was carrying Vito. The two middle-ranking knights were in front of each other, and were forced to jump up and down by the chasing corpses.
"Isn't your Lord Governor a Norton superman, plus a Skyhawk and a Wolf? Why did he fall flat on the ground before running a few steps, and even fainted." Plisson dodged the person behind him, while looking at Luya in front of him. Si said.
"How do I know this? I know the governor is not in good condition right now, but I never thought that he would be so weak now." Luas carried the unconscious Vito, his expression full of worry.
"Oh, can you cast spells in this state? Give us two extra points. It's important to get rid of these ghosts behind you first." Seeing the corpses behind him getting closer and closer, Plisson eagerly asked himself Onai, who was carrying it on his shoulders, said.
"The ship can't be fixed. I can only speed up the wind for the caster, and speed up other people or groups. I can't do this."
"Forget it, I shouldn't have expectations for you." Plisson sighed, and then continued to run faster.
Ordinary living corpses have basically no power to the great knights, but the corpses after being parasitized by greedy insects are different. If they cannot be effectively controlled or directly hit, the greedy insects approaching the living creatures are extremely dangerous. It can instantly burrow out of a corpse and penetrate into a living creature at an extremely fast speed, taking away the opponent's life within seconds.
It would be okay if they only had to deal with one or a few mummies that had been parasitized by greedy insects. It wouldn't be that difficult, but now they were followed by a large and dense group!
Who knows why so many people suddenly appeared on the originally deserted streets. They came from different houses and around the corners, and gathered together as if they were guided by something.
After encountering Pleasant and others, these gathered mummies followed them closely at an extremely fast speed, relying on the instinctive thirst of greedy insects for living creatures, and the distance got closer and closer.
Even the mid-level cavalry has limited physical strength, and these are dead things. They only need a little nutrition from greedy insects to live for a long time. There is no such thing as lack of physical strength among them.
What's more, Plisson and Luas are both carrying one each. In this endless pursuit, it is probably only a matter of time before their physical strength is exhausted and they become the blood of greedy insects.
Just as the situation was getting worse, a strange sound came to Plisson's ears.
The sound was like the collision of some kind of metal, one after another, crisp and rhythmic, but also carrying a unique sense of weirdness.
When Plisson heard this weird sound, he clearly felt that the pace of the group of mummies behind him slowed down.
Plisson and Luas seized this moment and suddenly accelerated to throw away the corpse that was gradually slowing down behind them. They maintained the high speed and wound around the streets of Inriges for a while before they found the corpse. An unused house with an open door for rest.
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There is no dry space in this house, and there is so much space that everything in the room can be seen clearly at a glance.
Luas, who entered the room first, put the unconscious Vitor on the bed in the room, and she herself sat on the bed, panting continuously. She was really exhausted from running with heavy weights for such a long time.
Plissen, who entered the room at the last step, was slumped. Neither his face nor his complexion looked good. He said rudely to Onai: "I wonder if you are not unconscious. How come you have been able to stay away from the corpses for so long? You You're still pulling at my neck, do you want to strangle me?"
"Ah? Have you let go already?"
"I'm being chased, and I can still run back while running. You have eyes, so you don't need them, right?"
"The group of zombies behind are scary. I don't dare to look back."
"Then you understand now? Why don't you release your hands quickly?"
"Oh, okay." Onina then let go of his hand and got off Plisson's back.
Plissen glared at Onai, but didn't say much. He casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned on a nearby chair.
The room became very peaceful for a moment. Both Pleasant and Luas sat on their own sides without making a sound. During this short period of silence and rest, a question emerged in Pleasant's mind.
One is the origin of the strange metal banging sound he heard. Why is it that only he can hear it and no one else can?
Carefully recalling what had just happened and the scene in which the voice reached Pleasant's ears, it seemed that the voice was related to the group of mummies.
The first time Pleasant heard this sound, the corpses controlled by the greedy insects around him began to gradually wake up from their slumber.
When Pleasant heard this sound for the second time, the corpses controlled by the greedy insects around him had completely regenerated and began to gradually gather outwards.
When Plisson heard this sound for the third time, the group of corpses that had been chasing them immediately slowed down.
No matter which one, when Plisson hears this sound, the corpses controlled by the greedy insects or the greedy insects themselves will react. Could it be said that these disgusting monsters can also hear the sound that Plisson heard? The sound of metal clashing.
Thinking of this, a strange picture suddenly flashed back in Plissen's mind.
A golden crow with two heads was enshrined on the high platform. A well-dressed young man with black hair and black eyes stood beside the high platform. His right ear was wrapped in a bandage, and his left ear was wearing something similar to an earplug. In front of him, countless people covered with feathers knelt and worshiped. These people had pious expressions and kept knocking to the crows and golden eagles, as if they had met a Christian believer.
Their expressions were consistent, their movements were consistent, and they were chanting something. The young man standing next to the golden eagle had a smile on his face. He was holding a small silver knife in his hand, and he was tapping continuously where the believers could not see it. Behind the golden eagle, the front of the crow golden eagle is still shining brightly, but the area on its back is rotten.
This picture only appeared in Pleasant's mind for a moment and then disappeared immediately. From Pleasant's subjective perspective, he could only vaguely see the high platform and the golden eagle as well as the dense black mass below. He did not even see the appearance of the golden eagle. Clear, the consciousness fell into a haze.
After flashing back to this scene, Pleasant felt that his head was a little dizzy, even vaguely thorny. He covered his head and decided not to dwell on these unexplained and complicated problems for the time being.
But it was precisely because of this that another simple and direct question came to his mind.
Like the despicable savior
Feeling sad and happy
