They were villains hiding in the shadows, only needing to remain in the dark and manipulate the dead with dark magic, so there was no need for them to deliberately show themselves and become live targets for the enemy.
"Where do we go now? The main gate of Shidu City doesn't seem to be in this direction."
He asked breathlessly. Priscilla moved with lightning speed; if she hadn't been pulling his hand, Alphonse wouldn't have been able to keep up with her pace at all.
"By now, the main gate must be teeming with monsters. So we need to meet up with my followers through another gate and escape together. Sigh, I've been trying to contact Lei for so long, why hasn't he shown up yet?"
"No, he seems to be just ahead..."
"What?"
Priscilla looked ahead carefully again and indeed spotted the massive, raptor-like figure in black.
He seemed to stand motionless in front of a horde of surging monsters, his sharp longsword stained with undried blood.
"thunder!"
Upon encountering her attendant, Priscilla was excited and was about to break free from Elphons's grasp to reunite with her companions ahead.
"careful!"
Alphonse, noticing something amiss with Ray's posture, almost shouted a warning to Priscilla.
Lei, his body trembling, suddenly became unusually contorted.
It's like being suspended by thin ropes and being manipulated.
He turned his head abruptly, meeting Priscilla's gaze with bloodshot eyes.
Her attendants were covered in mottled bloodstains and dozens of broken bite marks that were close to festering.
"Lei... what's wrong?"
His throat, already slit by a sharp blade, emitted a hoarse, mournful cry, unable to answer. More precisely, Ray had already died in his fight with the zombies and was now a puppet manipulated at will by necromancers.
Just before Lei lunged at her, Priscilla was shoved into the alley by Alphonse and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, Elfons himself was held tightly by the throat by Ray.
He used all his strength to try to kill Alphonse.
Elfons, who was being choked and unable to breathe, fumbled at his waist, drew his short sword, and with all his might cut off one of the hands that was choking him.
Seizing the opportunity, he kicked Lei in the chest, sending him flying.
After breaking free from Ray's restraints, Alphonse trembled as he held up his blood-stained short sword for protection, his breathing erratic as he stared at Ray, the Black Knight, who had mutated beyond recognition.
"—The holy sword 'Danrityl' has finally appeared."
A sinister male voice echoed from high above. Immediately afterward, an assassin dressed in exotic attire leaped from the rooftop of a building.
This brown-haired youth, exuding murderous intent, had a dagger tucked between each of his fingers.
"Hand over what you have, and I might consider letting you go and allowing you to escape this zombie city."
Alphonse held the short sword tightly, refusing to let go even a little.
It was obvious that this assassin was the leader of the necromancers who controlled the dead, and he clearly intended to plunder the short sword in Alphonse's hand.
"Little one, I'll count to three, three—"
A sharp dagger flew from the assassin's hand and pierced his knee. Alphonse lost his balance and fell to his knees.
"The next one will be aimed at your heart, if you don't hand over the Holy Sword!"
Despite the excruciating pain, Alphonse remained unmoved, his eyes reflecting a resolve utterly different from his usual cowardice.
So the assassin threw the dagger a second time, but this time it was even faster and fiercer.
Alphonse focused his mind, staring intently at the oncoming weapon, and at the opportune moment swung his short sword, cleaving the dagger in two.
Unexpectedly, the short sword was incredibly sharp; it was only a single swing.
Moreover, even though it was a swing from Alphonse, a boy whose strength wasn't particularly great, it was still enough to split a hard metal dagger in two.
Although they managed to intercept the dagger attack with great difficulty.
However, his left shoulder was still stabbed by another dagger.
"I never said I only threw a dagger the second time," the necromancer said with a mocking laugh.
Ignoring the gushing blood from his wound, Alphonse gripped his short sword tightly and pointed it at the enemy.
Facing the wounded yet stubborn boy, the necromancer's laughter gradually turned from low and somber to shrill and increasingly sinister. He toyed with the few remaining daggers in his hand, taking pleasure in manipulating life.
"This is your last chance! One..."
Before he could finish saying the last "one," he was startled to find that the wind around him suddenly gathered, forming a storm that swept up the zombies wandering the streets, along with all the scattered items, swirling them around a few times before finally throwing them into various corners in the distance.
This powerful magic, strong enough to control a hurricane, comes from Priscilla, who emerges from the alleyway.
Just moments before, the brown-haired necromancer, using dark magic, altered the weight of everything within a one-meter radius of himself—
Such effects naturally include those affecting the necromancer himself.
Things cursed by the power of darkness are tainted with the breath of evil, ignoring the force of strong winds.
This powerful necromancer is definitely a formidable opponent. Priscilla thought this as she prepared to summon the Breath of Wind once more.
The crest on her chest, "Proof of the Divine Wind," shone with an emerald green light through her thin white feather robe.
"The power of the emblem... Ah, Priscilla, watch out behind you!"
The girl was strangled by a headless zombie hidden behind her. The necromancer, seizing the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, struck with his weapon in a split second, piercing the girl's right chest. The glowing emblem was pierced through like a target.
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