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A land of mist and blizzards.

The end was a place where only frozen seas and snow-covered barren lands existed.

Zombies roam around, swarming over the delicate snow.

That's tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of swarms spread around.

In a gathering of undead across the continent, robed bloodsuckers pass by.

Not only is it strong in the cold, but thanks to the magical power spattered from the land of the commander, the Vampires feel more familiar.

Among them, Lycans Rope is in charge of the mission.

Accepted by the Vampire King as a member of the Vampire, not as a pet.

A comfy body of up to 3 meters.

Earl Helmet with sharp teeth and nails. He looks up at the ‘Ice Voice' rising above the ground.

“... Is that the Commander King's Keep?" ”

The palace of the ice that Amon, the old commander, built.

A part of the fortress was destroyed as if it were a battlefield that had been fierce with the Holy See.

It was the birthplace of Earl Timont, where all sorts of experiments were conducted.

Along with Helc, the Vampires enter the Commander King's Keep.

Through the open gates, Durahan, who appears to be a servant, stands in the way.

You hold a headache in one hand and a lantern in the other.

Eyes roll from the head in Durahan's hand.

Even though Durahan is quite heavy, he looks humble compared to the helm in front of him.

“I'm here to see Earl Timont. ”

- This way.

Durahan twists, muttering in a split voice.

Earl Helc and the Vampires walk through the fortress guided by Durahan.

Then I looked around.

“I guess you were right about being crazy. ”

Blood runes are engraved all over the castle.

I heard you kidnapped a priest and used him as an experiment in Warp Gates, but I didn't realize you still had that nasty hobby.

But that's over, too.

The Vampire King no longer wants to delay the war.

He wants an all-out war with the Holy Father and the Ancestral Vampires.

Earl Timon was indispensable in this war.

The aging pot he created has the power to force the undead to evolve.

It also helps to increase your vampire breath.

With that in mind, Earl Helmet tilted his head as he walked through the fortress.

A large hole is drilled into the castle's vast void.

All kinds of undead are digging in the ground without rest.

Why dig?

‘I don't know what the alchemist is thinking. ’

Then, a huge hand comes out of the hole.

I shot the undead nearby.

The undead turn to blood like little worms, and the hand that grabbed them goes back underground.

Helc's body hardens.

What did I just see? ’

“Did the Vampire King send you? ”

Helc looks away.

The waist is bent like a hunchback in a long jewelry measuring 3 metres.

Ancestral vampires with stitches and weird tumors all over their bodies.

Earl Timon.

He wears goggles with leather gloves and apron.

“An earl on a pet subject.... I must admire the Vampire King's generosity. ”

Helc gives Earl Timont a nasty look.

Soon, I took a look and pointed my finger at the pit.

“What's that? ”

Earl Timont looks at the pit the undead dug and growls.

“Pot.”

“A pot?”

You're putting undead in a big hole like that and aging it?

Maybe they're taming the monsters needed for this war.

I was curious to see the unknown, but I struggled to tell Earl Timont.

“A message from the Vampire King. A summoning order has been issued to prepare for war. So the Earl... ”

“I'm not going. ”

Helc's eyes widen.

It is not a message from the others, but from the Vampire King.

Ignoring this was absurd.

“I have a different mission. Build an object that will destroy the Great Depression immediately. That is what the Vampire King himself said."

“That mission is getting drunk.... ”

“If you want to give me an order, bring me something more than a Grand Heir. I don't want to hear your pet's orders. ”

Helc's eye muscles falter.

The irritating words continued earlier.

Helc relaxes.

“I've been ordered by the Vampire King to gather my ancestors. If anyone breaks it. ”

Helc's body swells up.

The muscles stick together and the veins bloom.

Sharp nails become longer like grappling hooks.

The tall, swollen Earl of the Helc looked down at the Tea Monte.

“I'll make you take me. ”

“Hmm…”

Earl Timon looks up at the helm.

Looking at his body from every angle, he rolls his mouth up.

“Meat of the beast... good sacrifice. ”

“What?"

When Helc stops, Earl Timont flicks his fingers.

“Yotun."

Bang... Bang...!

An enormous shadow falls over Earl Helc.

He raises his head in an incomprehensible situation.

Giants walking out of the fortress, tall and tall, up to eight metres tall.

The weight of the floor breaks just by stepping on the ground.

The rotten skin freezes between the hard muscles.

“What, what...? ”

Helc steps back, gazing at the zombie yotoons.

“You."

Helc looks down.

Earl Timont points to a hole with his finger dug in the ground.

“Would you like to be sacrificed? ”

* *

Ding-! The rattling bell rings.

Charlotte, who was deep asleep, quickly raises her torso.

With a frizzy head, she shakes her head once.

You hear a knock, and the maids enter the room.

“The dead have raided. Marquis.”

Charlotte spoke to the servants.

“I'm going in. Help me." ”

Her words make the maids busy.

Dress Charlotte in armor.

She walks out of the mansion dressed in white heavy armor, her sword at her waist.

She hurriedly rides toward the outer wall.

“Here they come. Don't let your guard down! ”

Haman is in command on the outer wall.

Regular soldiers applied siege weapons, and prisoners grabbed bows, spears, swords, and maces and plotted on the outer walls.

They stare at the earth in darkness.

- Khhhhh!

The dead are approaching North Lonia with a chilly aura.

Creepy backbone freak.

You hear the earth's footsteps echo.

Only the red light rises in the dark.

“Take the shot!”

According to Haman's orders, the flaming arrows fall from everywhere.

Zombies burn with arrows.

I whined and did not stop walking until my body was completely damaged.

The undead were varied.

Skeletons, zombies, baked.

All minor undead.

As the various monsters and races were zombieized, there were their own characteristics.

For example.

“Damn, it's an ogre! ”

Zombie ogres are powerful.

I stumbled toward the gate.

I clenched my fist and smashed the outside door.

Boom!

The outside door is bumpy.

“Brace!”

The pedestal is raised, but if an Ogre hits the outside door, it breaks.

The prisoners make every effort to stay away from the outer doors.

Lord Jennard, the general commander of Ronia, ascends above the outer wall.

The prisoners salute you with their weapons to the ground.

The prisoners in the plot murmur as they look at the zombies approaching the outer walls.

“How many are there? ”

“... I don't know if it's dark, but I think it's about 5,000. ”

I glanced at my neighbor while in a row.

“Oh, my God, it's more than last year! It's only mid-November. ”

“December 25th will die. ”

The prisoners sigh.

But the prisoners were nervous, but not afraid.

They have already gained experience.

Slow zombies can fight back.

Above all.

Qajik-!

“The gate is breached! ”

The prisoners turned their gaze and looked out the door.

A zombie ogre enters with a wave of hands.

The prisoners' gaze rests on Lord Gerald on the outer wall.

Lord Jennard said with his sword drawn.

“I authorize the use of force. ”

They can use their power.

“Gather round! ”

Prisoners are gathering.

Camp away from the outside door.

“Pray up! ”

Ogres and zombies come through the breached outer door like a swarm of worms.

The prisoners stand alongside Lord Jennard in a distance from the dead.

They all inhaled and exhaled.

Put down the equipment you were holding for a moment and kneel down.

They gather their hands together, defenseless, and raise their prayers.

“Gaia, goddess of mercy and love. ”

The prisoners murmur small.

Zombies approaching.

Even with zombies in front of you, putting down your weapons is suicide.

That's how the prisoners got cold sweat.

Attention! Attention! ’

‘It's okay. They're slow. ’

I whisper into my heart and pray out of my mouth.

“Protect us who have been blessed by the Son. ”

I feel the energy of sexual strength in their bodies.

Relieves fatigue.

Tense muscles are relaxed.

In addition, my body was overflowing with strength.

Prisoners smile at the sacredness they feel in their bodies.

Lord Jennard glances at the zombie ogre as it approaches.

They start to pick up their weapons.

“Beneath the blessings of Saint Allen Olfolds. ”

Lord Jennard raises his sword with both hands.

Prisoners are armed.

“I will subdue the dead -! ”

The prisoners raised their heads together and shouted.

“Ooooooo!”

Put your hands together! ’

"The Son is with us. ’

"Even if you die, the grace of Saint Allen Olfalls will be with you!" ’

His vitals exploded.

A small force rushes towards the dead.

Towards the stifling zombie, Lord Jennard smashes his head with a sword.

The zombie ogre reaches out.

Swiftly traverses it between the avoidant legs.

Lord Jennard slashes the legs of a zombie ogre with a condensed sword.

As the zombie ogre roars, arrows fly from all around and turn the ogre into a hedgehog.

The zombie ogre kneels down unbalanced.

The spearmen stab you in the spear and knock you down.

“Get on!”

Prisoners slaughter the Ogre when it falls.

“Second ogre! ”

The prisoners turn their heads.

A giant ogre bends its waist through the narrow exterior door.

What you have in your hand is a huge bat.

“Damn it...! ”

Lord Jennard utters a blasphemy.

As the ogre swings its bat, the shields rise into the air.

Even Lord Jennard could not bear to face it.

“Get out of the way!"

Lord Jennard turns his gaze away.

A white paladin rides on a horse.

“It's Earl Charlotte! ”

Charlotte draws her sword.

A powerful aura gushed out as I injected the power.

The ogre swings its bat at Charlotte, charging towards her.

“Avoid!”

Lord Jennard exclaims in haste, but Charlotte does not escape.

Rather, I ran up and dug for the ogre.

Screech-!

The Ogre Bat splits into half.

Charlotte gets off the horse.

I held my armored foot to the ground and blocked the outside door by myself.

I looked forward.

Five thousand zombies come through the narrow outer door.

Charlotte is also difficult to keep many of these enemies alone for a long time.

Some sacrifices will be inevitable.

It was time for Charlotte to grab her sword with a tense face.

“Gaia.”

Charlotte flinches.

A really familiar voice rang out from the sky.

“With your blessings.... ”

The prisoners lift their heads and point their fingers at the sky.

“What's that? ”

“... Von Wyvern. ”

“Oh, my God, is the Wyvern real? ”

A little dinosaur flying in the sky.

Something falls from there.

Charlotte's eyes widen.

Armed with a silver armor, he lands right in front of you.

The ground resonates in heavy armor.

The paladin breathes his breath into the long musket and mutters to himself.

“Give me the strength to cleanse the dead. ”

You point the Musket at the Undead.

Charlotte opens her mouth, her eyes wide as she misses you.

"Huang -!"

Pull the trigger.

A spark erupted from the Musket.

The sacred bullets pierced the dead and disappeared.

The energy of the Holy Spirit spreads around the area and the skin of the undead burns.

Charlotte unconsciously reaches out her hand, but she stops in shock and quickly retrieves it.

I calmed my mind with excitement and anticipation.

Paladin of the Crown Prince.

A Heraiz that serves the Great Depression.

You must not be moved by private emotions.

She recalled it several times.

Charlotte kneels on one knee and bows.

“Charlotte Heraiz, the Lord of the Hundred Crusades. ”

And I had respect for the person I long for.

“I see the Prince. ”

“Yes, it's been a long time. ”

A familiar voice echoes through Charlotte's heart.

Charlotte looks at the opponent with shaking eyes.

“How have you been? ”

A man in body armor takes off his helmet.

Turning back, she turns away from the face she missed so much.

“Charlotte."

Alan smiles brightly at Charlotte.