Regarding the question of the ownership of the territory, Qingyi had already confirmed it to the other necromantic kings.

Qingyi is the lord of the "gospel" realm of the dead. However, all the necromantic lands that appear on the "gospel" continent are his land, and other necromantic players have temporary residency. When a Necro Player's Guild needs territory as a guild station, it can get a lease right by applying to Qingyi and paying certain conditions (this is determined by the system, different areas of territory have different prices). And if you want to own the territory outright? That's fine, just ask the merchant Schroeder Bray to take over the task of killing June Sunshine and destroying the cities of his power, and then you can replace him as the new Necromantic King.

"Huaxia" ghost male, sword soldier unscrupulous, it was from the mentor Xiang Yu that received the task, turned the world upside down with a reckless body, and became the pride of the sky. Because of this, he is known as the martial arts faction and careerist among the necromantic kings.

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Orquila, Oorgillia, military camp outside the city.

"Did those adventurers do a great job? That's great! Send the rewards down! When Captain Stitch heard the good news from his subordinates, he was both surprised and very happy. Isn't it? Although the adventurers acted arbitrarily and lawlessly, they were strong in battle, and they defeated countless necromantic creatures in a single attack. It is said that all the necromantic creatures in Orquila have been slaughtered, and the people of the Holy See are of no use at all. What's more, the independent regiment does not need to come forward, and the soldiers can reduce casualties - with the loss of two of his two cadres in succession, Stitch can no longer afford to lose more.

Bishop Pluto, who was sitting in Stitch's tent and listening, smiled and said: "The adventurers of your country are so brave, and on behalf of the Cardinals, I also give high recognition and praise!" ”

Captain Stitch laughed without smiling, "That's, that's." ”

Olquila did not like the Holy See.

As a traditional monarchy, monarchy has always been paramount. In order to prevent theocracy from taking precedence over the monarchy, Olquila strictly controlled the activities of the Holy See and other religions, and was quite hostile to missionaries. King Olquila once solemnly said to many courtiers and nobles at his birthday banquet: "A knight is my knight, not a knight of God." As a result, few of the people believed in the gods, even during the "lost five years": the king himself walked among the affected people, greeted the orphans, and promised lifelong support to the elderly who had lost their children; In the place of the gods, he restored life and hope to the terrified and desperate Orquila. Olquila, there is no need for God.

But, unfortunately, under the infection of the lifeless clouds of the Blackstone Valley, some of the inhabitants of the northeastern mountains have become necromantic creatures. The Orquila, who have always been good at speaking with weapons on horseback, have no choice but to ask experts to intervene in this situation. As we all know, the experts in dealing with dark and evil monsters are none other than the clergy of the Holy See, which gives them the opportunity to infiltrate Olquila.

Upon receipt of a cleverly worded letter of request for help from Orquila, the Cardinals of the Holy See immediately responded with instructions to send two bishops from Orquera's neighbouring countries to help the distressed. Bishop Pooh, the first to arrive in Osgilia, had died a few days earlier, and the other Bishop Pluto had arrived so late that the adventurers had already preempted him and weeded out the necromantic creatures.

"So, Bishop Pluto?"

"Huh?" Hearing the soft shout of Captain Stitch, Bishop Pluto looked up and smiled: "What's the matter?" ”

You're distracted just now, you're looking for wine, aren't you?! I'm sorry there's no alcohol in the barracks! Stitch scolded secretly, still smiling and asking, "Now that the necromantic creatures have been wiped out and your mission has been completed, you see?" ……”

"Oh? What do I watch? Pluto blinked.

You + mom + are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid! Stitch moved his cheeks indecently, feeling like he wanted to eat the other party: "Well, since your mission has been completed, shouldn't you go back to the cardinal?" ”

Bishop Pluto sighed, suddenly realized, and then smiled slightly: "What you said is not right, my task has not been completed. ”

Sure enough, it came. Stitch already had an undisguised sneer on his face - Holy See, Holy See, you're finally going to reach in, right?

"It seems to me that your country did not receive a complete victory, did it? Before the Necro Adventurers fought our adventurers, they had actually dispatched a surprise army to slaughter the remaining villages in a row. At first glance, it seems that a lot has been achieved, but the people of your country have also suffered heavy casualties, and it can be said that the gains outweigh the losses. ”

When Captain Stitch heard this, he looked gloomily at a certain point behind Bishop Pluto. As the head of the Independent Regiment, who was in charge of the military power on the northeastern border of Olquila, how could he not know about the tragedy that had taken place in the town? Wherever the bloody paw prints passed, the townspeople were dead...... It's a terrifying existence that makes people can't help but hold their breath just by seeing paw prints.

"Next time." He said suddenly.

"Huh?" Bishop Pluto hasn't reacted yet: "What's next time?" ”

"Next time, I'll kill you with my own hands, 'Bloodclaw'." Captain Stitch looked at the tall figure in his imagination, his eyes glinting.

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Osgiria, a neighboring town.

The town is already littered with corpses. After being soaked in the dew at night and exposed to the sun, the corpse was swollen and swollen, and its arms, waist, thighs and other places were much thicker, and even its face was bulging like a watermelon; If you poke it with a stick at this time, it will easily explode and splash corpse water everywhere. The corpse water is toxic and can even be emitted into the air, spreading the disease, so these corpses are very difficult to dispose of. After obtaining the consent of the regimental commander and the city lord, "Storm" Goofy led the team to burn down the towns with corpses one by one, and used high temperature to eliminate all the poison in the corpse water.

At this moment, he was not in a hurry to make a move, just looked at the fuchsia signature in front of him in a daze. Despite the annihilation of both necromantic players and necromantic beasts, the signature "June Sunshine Saramonroe" has been left in every town, which is extremely depressing. What is this? Showing off your might? Ridicule? At the thought of this, Goofy was so angry that his eyes were red and bleeding.

"Battalion commander! There's a guy out there who says he wants to see you! "A herald trotted over." According to him, he was an envoy from the capital! ”

Envoy? Goofy turned around in surprise and walked towards the gate.

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City Lord's Mansion, Backyard.

Bishop Pluto took a glass of wine, walked through the flowers and trees gently swaying in the night breeze, came to the door, knocked five times, then pushed the door in, and then hastened to close and lock it. Because the doors and windows are closed, the room is very dim and difficult to see. For some reason, there was a crackling sound, as if something was being burned.

"I heard that the necromantic creatures have been killed, what do you think?" Bishop Pluto groped his way to the edge of the bed, sat down, and asked in the corner.

"No way. Necromantic creatures must have a conspiracy hatching. They won't be so easy, cough, and defeated. A voice in the corner answered. The voice was dry, monotonous, and hoarse to make the ears bleed, and it was definitely not a human sound. A gloomy, rotten feeling was slowly emanating through the air from the corners.

"Maybe you're right, Pooh." Speaking of unnutritious nonsense, Bishop Pluto took a large sip of wine and wiped the wine from his mouth with his sleeve: "Then the people will suffer again, and they will have another chance to sell indulgences!" ”

"Pluto, is this what the clergy can say? We are agents of the Lord's grace, not acting for money. Pooh coughed violently, seemingly upset.

Pluto laughed and disagreed: "Hey~ I'm just like you, and I'm also acting for the Lord!" ~ Anyway, it's a big disaster, and of course those rich people are willing to spend their money. Well? There's a noise outside? Don't move, I'll go out and have a look. Belch! ”

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Osgilia, the lord's house.

It was late at night.

Lord Carl sat behind his desk, burying his head in correcting documents. The candle in front of him had melted into a small puddle, and the flames were still barely supporting. Despite the open windows, there was a stuffy feeling inside. From time to time, you can hear the erratic buzzing of mosquitoes, which makes people irritable for no reason. No matter which document he reads, the city lord of Carl frowned and his face tensed.

"My lord, it's time to eat." Chief of Staff Bambi stepped forward with a new candle and changed the candle for the adult, urging at the same time.

Lord Carl made a few strokes on a document, and found that the tip of the pen was out of ink, so he inserted the pen into the inkwell, dipped it vigorously, and did not raise his head: "Well, I know, you go down." ”

Bambi hesitated, "But the meal has already been heated twice." Your body matters, the file can be changed tomorrow-"

Boom!

Caught off guard, he was hit on the forehead by an inkwell, and the chief of staff let out a sigh and fell backwards! A large gap was smashed into his forehead, deep into the bones; Ink slowly flowed, staining half of his face black.

The city lord of Karl had already gotten up, panting, and shouted out in a gaffe, "Tomorrow?!" I just want to continue to correct the documents, what right do you have to stop me! I can change it whenever I want, it's not your turn!! The quill broke in the palm of his hand, and drops of blood fell to the floor along the barrel of the pen, blooming one after another.

The guards who heard the sound rushed in, and when they saw this scene, they all froze, at a loss.

"Carry him down." The city lord of Karl barely suppressed the fury in his heart and commanded the guards. The guards stepped forward and lifted Bambi, the chief of staff, and did not dare to leave the room.

Soon, the study was quiet again.

Carl sat back in his chair, clutching his head in pain and letting out an incomprehensible roar.

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The guards carried Bambi and scurried down the hallway.

"Oops, why is Lord Karl angry today? And it's a hands-on hand to Bambi-sama! This one is really ruthless, maybe it will be a concussion. One of the guards asked.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, and don't tell anyone!" Another guard hurriedly said: "We don't know anything about these high-level internal affairs!" I'll go to the butler and get gauze, and you can carry Bambi-sama away!" ”

Just then, the new personable bishop named Pluto came out of the backyard. He looked at the chief of staff carried by the guards and asked in surprise, "What's the matter?" I just heard the noise, it can't be related to this gentleman, right? ”

The guards glanced at each other and hurriedly said, "It's okay!" It's just that Bambi-sama accidentally fell, hehe. ”

"Hiccup, that's it, let me help you." Master Pluto smiled kindly, and as he spoke, he was about to pick up the cross and perform the [Holy Healing] for Bambi's chief of staff.

One of the guards stepped forward and blocked Bambi with his body. He sneered, "You are a guest, how can I bother you?" It's a small injury, really! Go back! "Everyone knows that the Lord of Karl City is disgusted with the people of the Holy See, how can he accept the other party's affection? If the city lord of Carl is to blame in the future, I am afraid that he will be the one who was smashed the inkwell.

After easily sending the bishop away, the guards hurried Bambi to a small pavilion and told him to lie down on the spot. One was left to look after the chief of staff, and the rest were busy either looking for hot water and towels, or going to the city to find a doctor. Anyway, there was nothing to do, so the one who stayed pulled out his handkerchief and squatted to wipe the ink off Bambi's face.

He rubbed it, and suddenly became strange, and muttered and leaned his face closer: "It's strange, the wound is so deep, you can see the bones, but why is there no blood?" ”

Bambi opened his eyes, startling the guard. Before the guards could react, the thin chief of staff reached out and pinched his chin, so that he could not speak; With the other hand, he drew the dagger and stabbed him in the abdomen, stirring it a few more times!! The guards grabbed the chief of staff's arm hard, but he couldn't break free, and half a minute later he died with his eyes open, his eyes bulging out, and his face was full of unwillingness.

Flicking his torn arm, Bambi dragged the corpse into the corner with a swift movement. He said in a voice that only he could hear, "Has Carl completely lost ground?" This old bastard, I thought he could mess around a little longer, huh. Then I don't need this shell. Where should I go this time? Maybe Blackstone Valley is a good choice? ”

A faint male phantom rose from Bambi's body and flew in the direction of the sea of bones, leaving only the corpse of a middle-aged man who was slowly becoming stiff. Bambi is a man who has been "dead" ever since.