Chapter 132 The King of War, he only rules over the undead!
"It's so boring to patrol every day."

In the town of Munster, a patrol of soldiers passed by, making complaining sounds.

"Bored? If you're bored, then go to the front. The Grand Duke's army is facing off with those rebellious nobles on the front. There are constant frictions and conflicts every day. Who knows when a war will break out.

If you find this Munster patrol boring, I will go and make a suggestion to the Corps Commander and have you transferred directly there."

The captain of the patrolling guard team said jokingly with a smile.

The patrolman who had complained before quickly shook his head: "Then I'd better patrol here honestly. I don't want to go to the front line. I don't know how I would die by then."

"Haha, Joan, where is your courage just now?"

"Don't let us laugh at you, Captain. Go find the regiment commander and introduce our Mr. Qiong to him. We must send him to the battlefield. If he makes great contributions, we can still go to him in the future."

The other patrolling soldiers in the squad laughed.

The captain led a few people to a corner. After noticing that there was nothing around, he took out a few pieces of "candy" from his pocket and passed them to everyone one by one, saying:

"Be content, everyone. If Munster Town wasn't located at the entrance to the Limerick Mountains, there would be too many mercenaries who like to come here, and we would need enough soldiers to maintain order.

Do you think we have a chance to get such a good job? If we are lucky, we might even be able to make some money. Even if it is a bit boring every day, it is better than being cannon fodder on the front line."

Everyone took the "candy" handed over by the captain, opened the paper bag outside and threw it into their mouths.

Tobacco candy is made from the seeds of a plant. Holding it in the mouth can boost one's energy, and the strange taste is very intoxicating.

Most people can't afford those high-end cigars, and these tobacco candies have become similar low-end substitutes.

Just as several patrolling soldiers were chatting and laughing, saying that the people in a certain mercenary group were timid and that they could boldly go and ask for more benefits from them, the soldier who complained first looked into the distance and said in astonishment:
"What it is?"

Everyone followed his gaze and saw a black dot flying quickly in the distant sky.

When they got closer, they realized that it was actually a group of crows!
"Quack-quack-"

The crows made shrill cries. Thousands of crows circled strangely in the sky above the town of Munster. The constant cries even made people feel uncomfortable in their eardrums.

Many people looked up at the sky and pointed at the group of crows, wondering what was happening.

suddenly,

Thousands of crows swooped down and rushed towards the top of the stone wall of Munster Town.

The guards standing guard on the wall were startled and subconsciously wanted to drive the crows away.

But the next moment,
The shrill screams were heard from far away amid the strange croaking of the crows.

Thousands of crows gathered together and pecked at the guarding soldiers frantically.

Some people's eyeballs were grabbed by crows and pulled out forcefully, while others' faces were pecked by crows madly, leaving their white bones exposed.

Some people squatted on the ground and tried to protect themselves, but the crows swarmed over them, tearing their clothes with their sharp claws and pecking at their exposed skin with their sharp beaks.

In an instant, more than a dozen soldiers guarding the city walls were bitten to pieces, their flesh and blood gushing out, turning into white skeletons.

The people who saw this scene finally reacted and shouted loudly: "Enemy attack!"

After pecking dozens of people to death, the crows finally gathered together on the city wall and turned into a human shape.

Deya walked out from the flock of crows, his right eye burning with pale flames, and glanced around casually.

Seeing those iconic eyes, the ordinary residents, mercenaries who came here, and soldiers stationed in Munster Town all tensed up and ran away in panic:

"It's... it's the immortal king!"

"It's the Son of Dark Moon. He's here to massacre the city. Everyone, run!"

"..."

Munster, an extremely important northern town in the Grand Duchy of Frederick, fell into chaos in an instant.

People wailed loudly and fled in all directions, as if they would become one of the undead spirits if they were just a moment late.

Looking at this messy town with a population of tens of thousands, Deya just waved his hand calmly.

Thick fog drifted in the town, and one by one the undead creatures walked out of the fog under the leadership of the Ringwraith Knights.

A bone dragon roared from the sky, and it flapped its wings and flew directly towards the largest building in the town.

As a military town, the commander of the corps stationed here is also the mayor.

At this time, after receiving reports from his subordinates and seeing the crowds of people running outside and the undead creatures chasing them, the commander's expression changed drastically, and he quickly ordered the servants at home to pack up their belongings and prepare to flee.

It is true that he is a six-ring cavalry general, but he is just a fake six-ring without mythical power.

Someone like him who has no mythical power and is just a fake sixth ring who failed in the promotion cannot hold a very high position in the kingdom and duchy.

But he still has the ability to lead a corps and station it in a town. Even if it is a fake six rings, it is still better than five rings.

However, the legend of this immortal king became more and more mysterious. No one knew how powerful he was, but according to various rumors, even the real six-ring or seven-ring strongmen might not be his match.

How can I, a six-ring person who doesn't even have the power of myth, fight against others?
Even if the person who came was an ordinary six-ring warrior, he had the confidence to fight with him.

After all, the town of Munster has a powerful army of 2,000 people.

With the number of troops, he could use numbers to wear down the opponent's mythical power.

But the person he met was the Son of Dark Moon, the Undead King, a terrifying necromancer who was not afraid of being outnumbered!
The Corps Commander’s idea is very good and correct.

Since we can't fight, the most important thing is to escape and stay alive.

But from the beginning, Deya had no intention of letting him run away.

Just as the corps commander was stuffing the money he had embezzled over the years into his bag.

suddenly,

The house where he lived began to shake.

The Corps Commander swallowed and heard something falling on his roof, followed by the sound of digging and rubble hitting the ground.

A few seconds later, there was a loud bang, and a big hole was dug out on the roof. The broken wood and tiles of the roof fell to the ground, allowing the sunlight from outside to shine in.

Along with the sunlight, came the head of a several-meter-long bone dragon!
The corps commander quickly dropped the bag in his hand and prepared to pick up the weapon beside him.

But the dragon had already opened its mouth and spit out an acidic breath that was enough to corrode everything!
The entire house was almost submerged in acid, with white smoke coming out. Soon the house collapsed completely.

The bone dragon soared into the sky again and began to chase the fleeing soldiers.

Several clumps of green sticky substances were jumping on the streets of Munster. Anyone who dared to attack it, or the soldiers defending Munster, would be devoured by these microbial undead creatures.

When facing those people from the Witch Cult before, Deya did not use "Corruption Parasite". The resistance of these undead creatures to magic was too low, and Deya could not bear to see them killed by the witch's magic.

But in this chaotic legion-style battle, this group of microbial undead creatures are very useful. The mercenaries in Munster, who have blood, are used to resisting these undead creatures, but they are all killed by the overwhelming number of undead creatures.

Some mercenaries have discovered that as long as you don't resist these undead creatures, they will simply ignore you.

Immediately, the mercenaries shouted loudly, and one by one they laid down their weapons, allowing these undead creatures to occupy the streets.

The local residents of Munster hid in their homes trembling, and the cries of children and women could be heard from time to time.

The little boy hid in the house, watching a rotten zombie slowly walking outside the window.

The zombie seemed to notice the little boy's gaze. It turned its head, revealing only half of its brain and its eyeballs dangling in its eye sockets.

The little boy was startled and let out a sharp scream.

His parents hurried over and took him away, while looking at the zombies outside in fear, fearing that they would break down the door and run in, killing them all.

But soon, the residents discovered that the undead creatures seemed to have no interest in them and were only chasing the town's soldiers.

Some soldiers wanted to surrender, but Deya ignored them.

He takes no prisoners.

Rather than turning these untrustworthy surrendered soldiers into undead creatures, it would be better to transform them all.

It is true that he would not massacre women and children at will, but he would never show mercy to enemy soldiers.

The surrendered soldiers found that the undead creatures would not accept surrender. They fought back, but it was of no avail. In the end, they just became part of the undead.

It didn't take long before this town guarded by two thousand soldiers was completely occupied by Deya.

In the process, he lost some of his undead creatures.

But it doesn’t matter. Those cannon fodders are dead, and the two thousand fresh corpses obtained will allow Deya to conduct more experiments.

Butler Celt had been following Deya. He felt emotional as he watched a town guarded by two thousand soldiers being captured so easily.

A necromancer like the young master who can control tens of thousands of undead creatures is truly a king who dominates war.

A town with high walls would take a lot of effort to capture even if a six-ring cavalry general came with thousands of soldiers to attack.

Those alchemical cannons, crossbows and other defensive weapons on the city walls are no joke.

However, Deya entered the opponent's city, summoned thousands of undead creatures in the city, and destroyed it directly from the inside.

This rendered the city walls and city defense weapons useless, which was simply a dimensionality reduction attack.

Celt followed Deya because he was afraid that there might be masters above the sixth ring lurking in this town.

Now that he saw that there were no masters above the sixth ring in this town, he felt relieved.

"Master, once you have finished your work here, I will leave and return to Cavendish Territory. Your father and brother need me even more."

The butler stood beside Deya and bowed slightly.

After saying this, he hesitated to speak again.

Deya stood on the top of the city wall, silently watching the town occupied by the undead, and asked, "What else do you want to say, Celtic?"

Celtic whispered: "Master, why do you trust Mavis so easily? Is it really worth it to offend the Church of Destiny for her?"

Deya smiled softly when he heard this: “I didn’t completely trust her. In a place you didn’t see, I actually used magic to send a letter to the teacher.

I will consult the teacher first to know whether she is the Lord of the White Tower of the Nine Rings Tower and whether she is trustworthy.

It’s just that her strength is not fake. I was just pretending to be nice to her and pretending to trust her. As for the Church of Destiny…”

Deya paused for a moment, then continued: "...You should also know the teachings of the Church of Destiny, right?"

Celtic's heart moved, and he said, "We must follow the trajectory of destiny."

"Yes, follow the trajectory of destiny."

Deya grinned slightly: "...Kelt, you also know that the trajectory of my destiny is unpredictable, so what do you think I am in the eyes of the Church of Destiny?"

Celtic was shocked.

Deya's existence itself violates the teachings of the Church of Destiny. When the church faces him, it must either destroy him or capture him for research.

"You see, even if I refused to help Mavis before, she would have used this incident to remind me that I have a fundamental conflict and hostility with the Church of Destiny. I can only help her, and helping her is helping myself."

At this moment, Deya thought of what Mavis said to him during the first world recollection.

Let him be careful of his fate church!
At that time, De Ya Ke had nothing to do with the Church of Destiny, so why should he be careful?

Now Deya understood.

“I didn’t think that much.”

Celtic broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that he had thought too little.

“It’s just that you got too little information…Kelte, tell your father everything that happened here when you return.

For the time being, I will try to defend this town and will not take the initiative to attack, but if my father and brother need anything, I can always lead the Undead Army south."

Deya spoke out.

"I understand, young master, but how do you govern this town?"

“No need to govern. I don’t know much about this, and I don’t have that much energy to govern. I don’t need them to be grateful to me, nor do I need people to sing my praises and say that I am a great lord.

I just need them to be afraid of me and stand in fear of me. The dead don't need to be so worldly-wise.

If someone listens to me, I will reward him. If someone doesn't listen to me, then he will be transformed into an undead creature and he will become obedient."

The kingdom of the dead does not require any kingly rule; absolute power and fear are enough.

The undead will not rebel against the immortal king. If their throne collapses one day, it will only be because they were defeated by a more powerful person.

This is Deya’s enlightenment.

Since you have decided to rule everything with fear, you must be prepared to be overthrown and destroyed.

"I understand, Master Deya."

Celtic suddenly felt that the name was really not wrong.

'The Immortal King'.

He felt that Young Master Deya was really getting closer and closer to this title.

He doesn't care about the living, he only rules over the undead!
(End of this chapter)