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Chapter 1527 1524. Ghost Rebirth: Night of Revenge
The temperature in the Holy Spirit Plain dropped sharply tonight, as if an invisible cold wind swept across this vicious wilderness, taking away some of the heat from the still moving alien creatures and sending them an ominous sign.

Unfortunately, the chaotic creatures walking in the filthy land cannot understand this obscure warning.

All those strange things are still running around on the burnt earth, searching in vain for the life that has never hidden here.

Chaos creatures may not need to eat in the warp space. The foul power generated by every wave of the Sea of ​​Chaos is enough to fill their stomachs. However, they cannot obtain the smelly chaos energy in the material world. No matter how twisted and weird they are, they have to follow some rules of physical creatures, such as eating.

In the absence of food or energy sources, these twisted abominations often take to hibernation to reduce physical consumption. Therefore, in the ruins of destroyed and razed towns, most of the people moving around are low-level evil creatures that have been polluted by chaos and naturally catalyzed. Once some unlucky soul strays in here, the dormant evil will soon awaken and start a massacre again.

But tonight is an exception.

Those abominable aliens dormant in the filthy land seemed to smell the aroma of food. They woke up one by one, crawled out of their nests with strange movements, and tried to capture them with their keen senses, but they could not find any living things. Instead, they found those dried and weathered skeletons.
They are alive!

To revive from the graves of corpses where body parts were carelessly discarded, to crawl out of the ashes of the burnt-out bodies, or to dig up the dirt from the mass graves.

Skeletons and zombies are marching, dragging their staggering and broken bodies, holding rough bone blades or simply waving their bone clubs, and under the call of some power, they attack the nearest evil creatures with clear goals.

Well, you can't expect the Flesh-Tearers and Chaos Creatures to have much sense of hygiene. They won't gather those who died tragically together and cremate them. After tasting the fresh flesh and blood, they will often discard the tasteless remains at will.

Those who are more particular will dig a corpse pit outside the nest, while those who are not will simply throw the corpses directly into the nest.

Such a bad habit caused extreme trouble tonight.

Those low-level evils catalyzed by nature did not have much intelligence. They immediately fought back when attacked by the souls of the dead. Then they were pounced on by an astonishing number of corpses and torn and destroyed, just like what they had done to these corpses in the first place, only even more brutally.

These skeletons seem to have a fire of rage burning in their empty bodies. When they catch a target, they will do their best to pour out the flames. They will never stop until they tear the enemy into pieces.

When the massacre was completed, the hideous blood-stained remains would return to their staggering state, walking forward firmly in a funny but fearful posture, as if gathering strength to complete the next attack.

The slow-moving zombies certainly couldn't threaten the nimble evil creatures like the Flesh-Tearers or the Fallen Elves, but the Flesh-Tearers couldn't escape either!
The corpses were not awakened one after another, they were given cursed life almost at the same time. When the Flesh-Tearers realized that something was wrong and started to break out, the area they were in was already surrounded by mutilated zombies on all sides.

Of course, they can use their powerful claws to tear apart any corpse that approaches them, but if they are entangled for a second, more corpses will immediately pounce on them.

It's like stacking people.

To kill a flesh-tearing ghost, it may require the attacks of hundreds of crazy zombies. However, this is not a big problem. After all, how many corpses are there in this filthy land where tragic things have happened? Even Pluto himself cannot count the number.

A casualty ratio of 1:100 or even 1:500 doesn't matter.

Pluto can afford it!
Anyway, even if only the head is left of a torn body, it will still hop on the ground towards the ferocious monsters, and then use its open and closed jaws to bite their ankles.

This is the only command Hades gives to the dead.
It was an order so simple that even the mindless zombies could fully understand and execute it.

What's worse is that the spread of chaotic aura will unconditionally distort everything in the area where they exist, which means that when the death tide rolls over and awakens the undead on the Sunset Continent, there is a very low probability that these undead will be alienated into something that is difficult to describe.

Like now!

In the ruins near the holy city of Machut, a skeleton "behemoth" made up of thousands of cruel corpses is roaring and rampaging in the filthy land.

It looks like a rhinoceros or a weird wild boar.

The remains that made up its body were connected together by the dead spirit in an irregular posture, and the ghost fragments whose minds were shattered due to enduring too much pain were blended into the ugly and hideous thoughts of the dead, making this behemoth forged by death full of hatred for everything in the world.

It madly smashed the remaining walls in the ruins, causing the ashes to roll up and turn into dead smoke in the wind. It then used its hideous bone claws to tear at the fallen elves whose spines were broken. It pierced their bodies amid their screams, then tore off their torn skin and draped it over itself.

No one knows what this guy is trying to do.

It seemed to be lurking in the curse of death, born only for tonight's massacre.

But soon, a dazzling fire fell from the sky in the distance. It was the solar bombardment of the Millennium Quicksand falling to the ground, just like the scorching sun at night illuminating everything in this miserable night.

Even if it was only for a few minutes, one could vaguely see thousands of warriors rushing towards the holy city of the Ganotees and Aztecs under the guidance of the solar bombardment.

The corpses scattered around the battlefield would not attack the living, and would even make way for their charge. This scene was enough to make the dumbest Chaos creatures fall into despair. The living and the dead in this world united just to kill them all. What was even crazier was that when the second solar bombardment fell, it hit the most fanatical battlefield in the center of the ruins.

The solar boat did not avoid the undead that were still tearing apart the evil creature.

Instead, they grimly use the dead as a means of containment, raining down consuming fire upon the immobile creatures and their lairs.

They don't care whether the dead will die again, they just want to quickly and efficiently kill the source of filth in this place.

Then even the Flesh-Tearing Ghosts began to flee.

Those burning world-burning demon soldiers roared and tried to challenge the Sun Boat, but the pillars of fire that fell from the sky did not give them any chance.

"The holy city of Machut is just ahead. It fell three times and was recaptured three times during the war. Look at the dead around you who are still fighting. They are all warriors who died to defend the holy city."

The Aztec general rode an armored one-horned rhino, sword in hand, looking at the setting sun pillar in front of him, which opened a passage for them to the ruins of the holy city. He knew that he should lead his warriors forward.

But before charging, the general looked back at the Garnauts behind him.

Their only remaining elder rode a saber-toothed tiger, but he looked at the corpses around him that refused to rest with a complicated look, and the warriors he brought with him were also unusually silent.

In the past few days, many changes have taken place among the Ganotte people, and perhaps even these last warriors are a little at a loss.

"Are you afraid of the dead?"

The general asked, and the elder turned around and looked at him.

A pair of tired eyes could be seen under the wooden mask he was wearing. He said:
“Why should we be afraid? Here are our parents, brothers, sisters and children. They are our former loved ones. They are with us and are still helping us even after death.”

"Since you are not afraid, then go ahead."

The Aztec general said in a deep voice:
"This is the last time we will help you take back your homeland, Fate. I will soon return to my country with my warriors to fight the evil creatures of Chaos in our sacred forest. The sacred Heart of the World is about to be opened, which is a miracle shared by all Aztecs. What happens in the Plains of the Holy Spirit next depends on you.

I wish you all the best in your future journey.”

After saying this, the general pulled down the visor of his helmet, urged his mount to step on the road of ashes that had just been blasted out by the sun's bombardment, and led the brave warriors of the Earth Clan to kill those evil creatures who were still fighting to the death under the siege of a huge number of dead bodies.

The Garnauts did not follow immediately.

They are hesitating.

Even their only remaining Holy Spirit was hesitant. Perhaps because they had failed too many times on such battlefields, it was hard for these warriors to believe that they could really rely on themselves to return to their destroyed hometown one day.

The elder named Fate jumped off his mount. He looked at the skeleton in front of him, with only the upper body left, crawling on his arms and following thousands of dead bodies to the battlefield where the enemy was.

This was a warrior who had died long ago, his remains weathered to the point where no trace of his clan origin could be seen.

The elder picked up a stone seal from it and recognized from the emblem that this was a warrior from his clan, perhaps one who died in the battle when he led his people in the first attempt to retake the sacred city of Machut.

Perhaps I knew him, perhaps I had talked to him, even drank and hunted with him. Perhaps this was the young man I had placed high hopes on.

But he died.

He was forgotten by himself.

Along with the millions of undead Ganorth, they were forgotten as something unworthy of attention in the tragic defeat and terrible disaster.

I forgot about them.

I forgot the blood that was shed here, and I almost forgot the oath I made in the past.

At this moment, the elder was overwhelmed with an impulse, wanting to hold down the dead man who was heading for a second death. He held him down and muttered to himself:
"No, don't go anymore. You don't need to fight anymore."

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The only response he got was the sobbing of the dead.

That angry whimper wanted to give his second death some more memorable meaning.

The elder was dragged to his feet by two young men, who would not let him make such a demoralizing gesture again. But the next moment, the angry elder shook off the two young men, drew the sharp obsidian sword from his waist, and looked back at the warriors who had lit torches behind him.

They belong to different clans, but today they stand here with the same identity. They have countless reasons to avoid this battle, but they still responded to the call.

"My people! The last of the Garnauts! Listen to me!

These dead were once our relatives. They have sacrificed their most precious lives for our people. They no longer owe us anything, but they still accepted the call of death and wanted to dedicate their last remaining dignity to us, their unworthy descendants.

The second death.
Look!
The holy city was just ahead, we lost it, we lost the starting point of the civilization of the Ganaut people, we lost Machut.
Three times!

Our pride and our courage and our dignity were shattered in these defeats, we lost our Holy Spirit, we lost our clan, everyone lost something precious in this war.

Don't be afraid of the dead, don't be afraid of your loved ones, don't be afraid of our past!

Follow me, last of the Ganorth warriors, we are still fighting against the disaster brought by the White Devil!
We haven't surrendered yet.

The dead want to take back their rest, and we want to take back what we have!
We are here to restore the dignity of the Garnauts!

We want the dead to see us still fighting, and we let the dead rest in peace, with Chaos' blood, or with our own blood!"

The elder pinched the stone emblem in his hand, causing his fingers to bleed due to the edge of the emblem, but he did not loosen his fingers, nor did he ride on his mount. He just stumbled forward, as if he wanted to merge with those running souls.

The first warrior roared and raised the battle flag and chased after him. Amid the roar of the saber-toothed tiger Nokta, the remaining Ganott warriors drew their weapons and followed closely behind.

They are the last warriors of their civilization.

On this battlefield where the dead and the living dance together tonight, they want to be reborn from the ashes, just like the hometown of the Ganault people.
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There are no players in the fierce advances in the Holy City of Machut and other battlefields in the Filthy Land. It is not because the foreign warriors are afraid of the hardships of this battle, but simply because they have been given another urgent task to contribute their strength to the war in the Plains of the Holy Spirit on another battlefield.

"Alas, I miscalculated."

In the Quetzalcoatl Fortress, after completing the order of Hades to summon a powerful army of the underworld, Murphy sat in a chair to rest, feeling a little tired.

Facing Trish who handed him a cocktail with blood in it, Murphy said helplessly:
"It's impossible to awaken any corpses in the Chaos Zerg gathering area. Those damned bugs have converted all usable biomass. There isn't even a complete corpse near their territory. It's a natural counter to the Sea of ​​Undead tactics.

Fortunately, I can still summon ghosts, and fortunately our warriors can play as the reserve team, otherwise this would be really embarrassing."

"As the saying goes, even the wisest man makes a thousand plans, but he is bound to make mistakes."

Trish comforted him:
"You are already great. Don't worry about those imperfect details. The current army of undead is also the sin of Chaos itself. This is the cycle of cause and effect. But what's next?
King Osiris is ready to lead his soldiers back to the Aztec Kingdom. The positions they left behind can be used by the player army and the various forces in the Old World. Should we follow the Sky King to the Heart of the World immediately, or wait a little longer?"

"There's little point in waiting any longer, but we can do two things at the same time. The vanguard of the Sentinel Corps will soon enter the material world. They are the main force that will go to the Heart of the World with me. The security authority of the Heart of the World is too high. Before the authority of that place is unlocked, you will not be able to enter without the qualifications of a civilization spokesperson."

Murphy took a sip of his drink and said:
"You guys stay here and lead the players to continue the war in the Holy Spirit Plain as the main NPC. The Sky King and I will go to the Heart of the World. Be patient and wait for my good news."

"You didn't say you were going in there alone, Murphy."

Tris's expression immediately became serious, and she scolded:

"Who can be assured if you go alone?"

"But it's nothing to worry about."

Murphy waved his hand and said:
"You can't get in, which means the Chaos creatures can't get in either. The chief monk can only bring a few Chaos Demons to block me there. Unfortunately, in that place, let alone Chaos Demons, I'm not afraid even if the Warp Shadows come in person.

That's my home turf.

Don't worry, Trish.

I will finish the journey to the Heart of the World as soon as possible, and then we can go to the Astral World together. The battle situation in the Holy Spirit Plain is very important, and will directly determine the form of the material world when the decisive battle begins. I can only ask you and Adele for help. "

Tris didn't say anything, but the expression on her face showed that she was sulking.

The former witch was becoming more and more like an ordinary girl. Under Murphy's gaze, she asked:

“If the Creator is waiting for you to keep an appointment at the heart of the world, will you go with Him?”

This question made Murphy raise his eyebrows. He put down the cup and wiped the corners of his mouth. He stood up and hugged Tris from behind, and said in her ear:
"The destination is not here. From what I know about that guy, even if he is going to keep the appointment, he will choose a place that is memorable enough. If I have to guess, I think it should be in the subspace. Well, some damn place in the subspace.

But that damn place is so dangerous.

If I hadn't had the extremely powerful wife Cui Si accompanying me, a newbie like me would not dare to go. Don't worry or be angry, I won't abandon you and leave alone.

I am not strong enough to live alone without you."

(End of this chapter)