Chapter 184: Necromancer

"Fire, fire for me!" Sinuoli watched the clumped-together Undead and issued the order directly; dealing with them with Artillery was still the most convenient and efficient way.

"Boom—!" A burst of cannon fire rang out immediately, and the eight projectiles spat out by the two Organ Guns landed in the midst of the enemy group. Sinuoli did not order the Cannon to fire; on one hand, there was no need to use a butcher's knife to slaughter a chicken, and on the other, it was to minimize damage to that small church.

After all, although that ring of faint light was crumbling under the siege, who would be bored enough to challenge the great power of a deity?

"Charge! Don't let the leader get away!" Sinuoli stood up from his seat and roared. As long as the summoner was dealt with, the Necromancy energy supporting them would vanish into thin air, and those creations of Necromancy would only be able to turn into a wisp of dilapidated dust.

The Dwarf troops pressed forward rapidly, scattering the zombies and skeletons—which had been left reeling by the bombardment—with an irresistible momentum, and then they encountered some ugly crawling creatures. Their skin was filthy and presented a sickly, earthy yellow color.

"Crypt Ghouls! Watch out for their claws; that stuff is covered in filth and rotting flesh from the crypts, and even a scratch could lead to poisoning!" The clansmen of Weifengbao knew that most of their compatriots from the World's Edge Mountains had never seen these things, and they shouted to give a warning.

These things were, or once were, living Humans, but they had turned into this state after being eroded by Necromancy. As the name implied, long-term consumption of rotting flesh made them exceptionally sturdy in physique and tenacious in life.

These things charged madly at the Dwarf warriors with their sharp claws and weapons picked up from beside corpses, but bloodlust and madness could not make up for the huge gap in equipment and numbers at all.

Soon, after leaving a patch of minced meat behind, the Dwarves rushed to the front of the church. A gaunt, pale-skinned fellow was kicked down and disarmed by the front-row warriors before being dragged to Sinuoli's anvil.

"Bah! Shorties, you also give the Elf bit..."

Sinuoli looked down from the anvil at the fellow who was being held down on his knees and still cursing. "Ho! Is this a living Human?"

"A Necromancer! A bunch of guys who desecrate the dead!" Sitelinge's advisor squeezed up from behind.

"Respected Master Sinuoli, judge him, in the name of the revered god Grimnir!" The surrounding clansmen waved their weapons and shouted. The brothers in the back row hadn't even engaged in combat yet, so they could only shout to vent their fury.

"You, do you have anything to say? Confess honestly and I can give you a quick end! Otherwise..."

"Heh! My master will have his revenge, he will resurrect me, and you, even in death, will have to work like beasts of burden for me!" The Necromancer was very arrogant; he seemed to have been bewitched by his master, or perhaps "resurrection" did not refer to continuing in the form of a "Human."

"Squeeze him!" Sinuoli instructed Qiangsen-Jian Dun, "Get the people inside out. How could there be male spellcasters in Bretonnia? The Lady's work is not being done well!" Sinuoli muttered and stroked his beard.

"Water! Water!" Hoarse shouts came from inside the church. The surrounding Dwarves and Humans looked at each other; none of them wanted to enter the church. To avoid the castle being attacked while taking advantage of the situation, Sinuoli not only did not pull troops from it but even left behind some elderly warriors to assist in defending the city.

The church was the most direct territory of the gods in the Mortal World; these people were not only not believers of the Lady, but they also had other faiths, and entering rashly could be seen as a provocation.

"Throw it in, or, roll two buckets of water in." Buluokesen carried two wooden buckets down from the carriage and rolled them from the church entrance toward the inside.

All sorts of strange sounds came from the church, and after a while, several men walked out, supporting each other, with a hooded woman behind them.

"Uncle, it's good that you're fine; we'll talk when we get back." Kangsitanting was very sensible; he did not criticize the Viscount's behavior on the spot.

Sinuoli then turned his troops around to return; although marching at night might have risks, the village's battered thatched huts would not provide any extra sense of security.

As for that Grail church, not to mention whether the Lady was willing to protect these non-believers, even if she were, it wouldn't fit them! It was better to return to the sturdy castle where one could rest more peacefully.

Viscount Minaithir fell into a deep sleep on the artillery carriage; it was near dawn when the team arrived at the castle. Although Sinuoli was also very exhausted, he still gritted his teeth and redeployed the originally very weak city defenses before going to rest.

It was already afternoon when he woke up, and Balin placed a document on Sinuoli's desk. This document was recorded somewhat messily, and a splash of blood was still on it; it was "bloody" in the literal sense.

"Cousin, that Necromancer's mouth was very hard; he gave irrelevant answers, and after boasting about his master for a long time, he committed suicide using a strange method."

"How so?" Sinuoli rubbed his eyes and read the document. "His master is a Vampire,"

"Yes, except for a small number who are self-taught through certain forbidden books, Necromancers all apprentice under Vampires; they have first-hand information on Necromancy."

"And then? He and his master want to resurrect a, a dark power? Hahahaha!" Sinuoli laughed out loud as he looked at the document; he thought he already knew who the dark power the Necromancer was so wary of was—the Lord of Undeath, Nagash, of course.

"Cousin, why are you laughing? Could this also be in the revelations of the Ancestor Gods?" Balin was a bit puzzled; he suspected that his cousin might have relapsed.

"I laugh because that Vampire's strength is average; if he could already roam the continent on his own, why bother to find a master to ride on his head? I suspect he just found a copy of the Nine Books of Nagash from somewhere and thought he was the chosen ghost!"

Sinuoli was very proud of his analysis; the resurrection of Nagash was still after the Everchosen marched south, and it was still a long way off. That Vampire's dream was destined not to be realized, and he could set his mind at ease.

"But..." Balin wanted to say something more, but Sinuoli interrupted him.

"Call the others; we need to discuss what to do next. A Vampire will have a sense if his servant dies; we may have already been exposed."

Very quickly, the army's managers gathered; they decided to speed up the march while deploying more scouts, and reach Bordeleaux Castle as soon as possible.

Everyone knew that Vampires did not lack aerial units, so once exposed, they would remain in a state where the enemy was in the dark and they were in the light. At this time, it was better to reach the destination as soon as possible; Bo'erdeluo Gongguo was a small peninsula with little room for strategic transfer.