Chapter 353: 219: The Undead are Attacking the City_2

Chapter 353: Chapter 219: The Undead are Attacking the City_2

Negris saw the situation and quickly shouted, “Wait a minute, the enemy can’t catch up with us for now. Let’s see what’s going on with the Dimension Beast. It seems a bit off, it wasn’t killed by the Soul Tower, was it? Don’t die yet, you haven’t paid yet.”

“Meow~” The large cat made a weak sound, then rubbed its fluffy head backward, leaning against the firm yet soft place on Serene, without moving.

“What does that mean?” Negris didn’t understand its words.

Ange suddenly said, “Its... soul... is damaged.”

“What? Soul damage is troublesome, what do we do now? Wake up, wake up, how many?” Negris shook the large cat hard, he stretched out his left paw and extended two of his claws.

“Meow, meow,” The large cat meowed twice.

“Did the two meows mean two? It’s troublesome if it can’t even count. It has become stupid.” Negris exhaled, and teased.

Luther asked puzzledly, “Eh, sir, isn’t this two?” While saying this, he bended and stretched his two fingers.

Negris gave him an annoyed look, stretched out his paw, and flexed his claws one by one, including those that were bent: “One, two, three, four, this is four, got it?”

Luther suddenly realized he was being tricked, and looked at Negris resentfully.

After an examination, the large cat was still mentally alert, just a bit dizzy, like it had Meniere’s syndrome, it couldn’t even stand up.

“It’s already very good. It’s not dead yet after being hit by the Soul Tower, only it can handle it. Ordinary creatures would have perished. The Soul Tower does massive damage to the undead creatures, and it’s not small to the living creatures either, it’s very lucky.” Negris said.

After hearing this, the worried-looking Serene was relieved and hugged the huge cat tighter, almost suffocating it.

After examining the large cat’s condition, Negris turned his attention again to Drake.

This ascetic monk got dragged and knocked around by Little Angel, and was injured all over. After being scratched by the large cat, his whole body was broken, soft like a worn out sack.

Even so, he was not dead, staring at everyone with cold eyes.

“This guy is also not right. Turn him over,” Negris flipped him over, pulled apart the root of his wings, and couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

He saw clear suturing marks at the root of his wings. When his idea went further, the wing skeleton and scapula were even showing signs of old bone hyperplasia.

“There’s another possibility, those kids were not kidnapped, but bought. If they were sold by their biological parents, the sin doesn’t fall onto the thief.”

Serene suddenly sighed, “Maybe this can’t be considered a sin. Selling the kids might give them a chance to survive, whereas with their parents, they might not. Our world is too poor.”

Drake was puzzled by their conversation. From their words, could this skeleton sentence others?

Confused, Drake decided not to question it any further, leaving them with a threat: “All of you heretics, I will note down your names in the heretic register and use all my power to purify you!”

After finishing his sentence, Drake’s body lit up with tiny sparks of light.

Just then, a hand suddenly pressed against his shoulder and power surged in. Drake instantly realized that the light on his body was contaminated. The ignited points were no longer pure white, but dark flames instead.

Looking back, it was Shamara whose hand was on his shoulder. Drake gasped, his face finally showing panic: “Power of Fall? Corruption! You’re the Fallen Angel Shamara!”

Shamara nodded and said, “I hope you won’t be burnt to death when you return.”

“No! No, get your hand off, withdraw the Power of Fall, I don’t want your power, I don’t want it!” Drake cried out in terror, his usual indifference and calm completely faded.

Unfortunately, Shamara didn’t stop, and the continuous surge of power didn’t cease until he completely vanished.

“Let’s hope he won’t burn when he returns.” Everyone chuckled, seeming to relish in his misfortune.

Cradling the large cat, everyone ran wildly through the tunnel led by Shamara. As they proceeded, they suddenly felt a draft of air.

“There’s air, there might be an exit.” Everyone shouted excitedly.

Luther said, “We should have taken Feirick with us, his rodent’s pathfinding ability is top-notch.”

Following the airflow, the group soon exited the tunnel. In front of them was a pitch-black night sky.

There were no stars in the sky, but rainbow-colored ribbons of light drifted down slowly.

“Eh!? Has eternal night befallen?” asked Serene in surprise.

The arrival of eternal night was imminent, expected within a few days, but no one knew which specific day until it suddenly descended — sometimes at night, sometimes during the day, always abrupt. The only distinctive feature was those slow-descending ribbons of light.

“Eternal night has arrived, the Undead will soon besiege the city.”