Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 141 Undead Creatures

Oong Village, a small village located on the northern border of Rickburg, was one of the three villages saved by Carl when the Great Khan attacked. After experiencing that catastrophe, almost half of the male population died. After a period of recuperation, some new population made up for the losses. Gradually, under Carl's management, the village gradually regained its vitality.

But now the village is deserted. Every house has its door open, but no one is seen. Various items are scattered on the ground, and tables and chairs are smashed to pieces. It is obvious that the village has been abandoned.

It was almost dusk when Carl, Eleanor, Amira and the entire witch-hunting team arrived. The sight before them was hilarious.

Carl frowned unconsciously:

"What on earth is going on? Where have all the villagers gone?"

"I... I don't know? A few days ago, someone reported seeing the dead resurrected. How... could this happen?" Eleanor looked incredulous.

“It’s become like this in just a few days?” Karl couldn’t help but gasp when he heard the girl’s words.

Even Amira put away her usual leisurely demeanor and showed a rare serious expression.

"Be careful, it feels strange here," she said suddenly.

"Very strange?" Carl looked puzzled.

The female wizard did not explain, but just frowned, then pointed at two witch hunters behind her and said:

"You two, explore the way first, check each room one by one, and everyone else, make sure it is safe before moving forward."

"Yes! Your Excellency the Judge~"

After obeying the order, the two began to move slowly along the main road of the village and explored the houses along the way.

"So what did you feel?" Carl asked again.

“Malice,” Amira says now. “A lot of malice.”

"Malicious?"

"I can't explain it, it feels weird, yet familiar."

As the two were talking, the two people who were exploring the way ahead had already made a safe gesture and continued to move towards the next house, and the team also began to move forward slowly.

“Karl,” Amira says later, “please stay with me no matter what happens.”

"understood."

They continued to move forward. There was silence all around them. Occasionally a crow would stop on a tree and call, watching the team's progress with its dark eyes.

When they checked the small church in the center of the village, the two pathfinders suddenly shouted:

"There are people here! More than one!"

"Mr. Judge, the villagers are here and they need help!"

Amira showed a suspicious look. He quickly waved his hand to signal the team to stop and looked at the low church.

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear what they said?" Eleanor suddenly shouted at her at this time, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

Amira simply glanced at the bishop with disdain, then looked back at the church and suddenly shouted:

"You two, come out immediately and don't touch anyone inside!"

However, it was too late when he shouted this. Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard in the church. The scream was endless, followed by the sound of a weapon piercing flesh and blood spurting out.

Eleanor was stunned, not knowing what was happening inside.

But Carl shouted at the first moment:

"Everyone on alert! Prepare for battle!"

In fact, when the two of them entered, he felt something was wrong just like Amira. It was a premonition that was difficult to explain, and it was based on the experience accumulated on the battlefield.

Then the church door was knocked open, and with shouts, villagers covered in dirt filed out, holding forks, hoes, and hatchets, shouting loudly, with madness and fear in their eyes. After seeing Karl and others, they rushed over without hesitation.

"Stop, stop! We are not enemies!" Eleanor shouted, trying to explain.

And Karl's voice had already sounded in advance:

"Form up! Meet the enemy!"

The witch hunters, holding shields, quickly formed a line, used a shield wall to resist the villagers' attack, and began to fight back with flails and hammers.

It must be admitted that the villagers who rushed forward were very fierce and fearless, but their attack was too chaotic and disorganized. They had almost no chance of winning in front of the professional army. Soon the battle became a one-sided massacre. The charging villagers were blocked by shields again and again, and then they were knocked to death one after another. The corpses kept piling up in front of the witch hunters. But they had no intention of retreating and continued to rush forward.

Carl couldn't help but be stunned. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. What happened to them? It was as if they had lost their instinctive fear, or even more exaggeratedly, they had lost their basic rationality of survival! They had become something... very scary. The only thing to be thankful for was that they were still ordinary villagers in terms of strength and combat ability, and had not been enhanced in any way.

The fighting was soon over, and apart from two people being injured, there were no other losses. About a dozen villagers were killed on the ground, mostly adult men, but there were also a few elderly people and women.

“What is going on?” Carl looked at Amira unconsciously, but the female mage’s expression was still tense, with no sign of relaxation.

She shouted again:

"Stay alert, it's not over yet!"

Karl was about to continue asking, but he heard Eleanor exclaim first:

“They’re alive!”

Then everyone saw that the dozen villagers who had just been killed stood up again, grabbed their weapons with their broken limbs, and rushed forward again!

"This is a real undead creature!"

At this moment, the witch hunters became timid. Although they were called witch hunters, this was probably their first time to actually come into contact with so-called monsters. Most of them were just mercenaries who lived a life of idleness and waited for death. Carl had long known this, but even so, it was their duty.

"Don't be afraid, you are witch hunters!" he shouted to the crowd, "If anyone dares to survive, just kill them again!"

"That's right, don't be afraid!"

"I've already killed him once, it's just a matter of killing him again!"

Courage was restored, and everyone formed an army formation and attacked the dead again. However, this time was different. Although they were still villagers, they had lost all the weaknesses of the living. They had no sense of pain, and were not afraid. Neither hitting the head nor piercing the heart seemed to be able to bring them down. The only way seemed to be to break their bones and make them unable to fight anymore.

But it was too difficult to do this... This time it was the witch hunters' army that was at a disadvantage. Carl saw someone being knocked down and bitten, and when he stood up again, he joined the ranks of the dead.

The army began to retreat and gaps appeared, and some people even started to plan to escape.

"Hold on, don't be afraid!" Carl shouted and drew the sword at his waist. However, he also knew that this would not work. His memory seemed to go back to the moment when he and Alia first saw the slime in the secret passage. Alia once told him that there are monsters in this world, and most of them are much stronger than humans, but fortunately, there are not many of them.

Most of them were stronger than humans... Now he could feel it, just these simple... Let's call them zombies. When the numbers were equal, his team was no match for them.

This was not a solution. The army was already on the verge of collapse. Carl watched as people kept escaping. Finally, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Alright, everyone retreat immediately!"

"What?" Eleanor looked at him in disbelief.

With his shout, the army formation collapsed instantly, and people began to flee backwards like crazy. At this time, Carl took out the newly developed grenade, lit the fuse, and threw it at the group of zombies. With a loud bang, dust flew and rocks scattered. Although the power of the explosion was not as strong as expected, it still caused several zombies to fall down and never get up again.

Amira stopped pretending at this time. With a low chant, the flames gathered in her palms and turned into a dazzling fireball, which grew bigger and bigger. With a roar, she threw the fireball in her hand. Then there was an explosion several times stronger than Carl's grenade, accompanied by a circle of burning heat waves, which blew away the zombies in the center and ignited the zombies around them.

However, even with such a violent explosion, some people still survived. They continued to roar and rushed towards Carl and others, and increased their speed. However, Carl's grenades had been used up. He only brought this one, and it was even just a test product.

"How many were killed?"

"About half."

"How stubborn! Witch Hunters, protect your Chief Judge and give her time to chant!"

Eleanor looked at all this, she first glanced at Karl, then looked at her palms, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she suddenly knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and began to pray. Her voice was firm and clear:

"Lord, please give us the strength to dispel these evils! My Lord..."

Before she even finished the prayer, she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her palms, and then the golden light like lightning burst out from her hands again, but this time it became extremely dazzling, like the sun, the warm light shone on everyone, and also on the surrounding undead creatures. In an instant, the remaining monsters actually howled, and fell down one after another under the golden light, turning into ashes.

Karl was stunned. He looked at Eleanor with surprise and joy, with a complicated expression on his face:

"Your spell... is quite powerful."

He couldn't even understand why the other party, who was so powerful, suddenly gave in? He didn't even resist his request.

Perhaps he shouldn't be suspicious of the other party anymore... After all, if he had this kind of power, he would have done it long ago if he wanted to deal with him.

But in fact, Eleanor herself was a little bit unbelievable. She looked down at her hands and muttered to herself:

“The Lord really responded to me…but why…”

All the prayers before were useless, but if there is any difference today, it is only one...

She unconsciously looked at Karl again, but saw that the other's expression had eased a lot.

Then Karl patted her shoulder:

"Thanks, you saved us all."

"Hmm..." Eleanor just nodded woodenly.

At this moment, someone in the witch hunter team suddenly asked:

"Your Excellency, the one you just released is..."

Facing this question, Carl and Amira became alert almost at the same time. The situation just now was too urgent. Amira had to expose herself. What should they do next? How should they explain it?

Just when the two were in trouble, they heard Eleanor say first:

"That is also divine magic. It is the Lord responding to us and granting us the power to fight against evil!"

Following these words, there was a brief silence, and then someone suddenly said:

"That's right. Isn't it normal for the Judge to know divine magic?"

"That's right. The strength that the judge just showed is proof of the Lord's mercy on her!"

"She is the most selfless church member!"

With everyone speaking in unison, Karl and Amira finally breathed a sigh of relief...

At the same time, on a hillside not far from Aoang Village, Snow Princess Nura was looking in the direction of the village with a frown. Then she saw the scout lightly leap up the hillside, salute and kneel before her.

"What's going on?" Noura asked.

"The team sent by Rickburg took care of the villagers and even eliminated the resurrected zombies." The scout replied.

"Who is leading the team?"

"Viscount Carl Flandal."

After hearing the name, a sharp light flashed in Nura's eyes.