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Chapter 85
**Chapter 85: The Great Cemetery, The Countermeasures Begin**
E-Rantel has three city walls. Approximately one-quarter of the area within the outermost wall, occupying most of the western sector, is the city's public cemetery.
As a frontline fortress city, the annual conflicts between the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire result in a large number of casualties.
To this day, various rumors about the birth of the undead circulate, but none have ever been confirmed. No one truly knows how the undead come into being.
However, one point is widely accepted: the undead have a chance to rise from the places where people die.
Among them, those who die unnaturally or have no one to mourn them have a higher chance of being reborn as undead.
Therefore, both the Empire and the Kingdom make agreements during wartime to solemnly mourn each other's fallen. This massive cemetery was established for that very purpose.
Under the dim night sky, a black shadow with light yet swift steps approached the cemetery.
The closer one got, the more profound the stillness in the air became. Few people came here even during the day, let alone at night.
From a distance, Tang Zheng saw a perimeter wall, approximately four meters high, which served as the boundary separating the cemetery from the outside world.
He looked up slightly.
A monocle was perched on the left side of Tang Zheng's nose. This was a magic item he had purchased, which possessed the 'Night Vision' ability.
Therefore, even in the dim night, Tang Zheng could still see his surroundings clearly.
Such a tall and sturdy wall was clearly not meant to protect the cemetery, but to prevent the undead born within from entering the outside world.
As he drew closer, two watchtowers emitting a soft light appeared in the darkness, and between them was a heavy, tightly shut gate.
Evidently, the entrance to the cemetery was already closed at this hour, and there were patrolling guards on both watchtowers.
It wasn't just guards; an Adventurer Team was also stationed there.
This was an arrangement made by the Adventurer's Guild in cooperation with the mayor, with teams rotating periodically to deal with the undead born in the cemetery.
"It seems I'll have to find another way in." Tang Zheng paused, then moved along the wall, away from the watchtowers.
Soon, Tang Zheng stopped beneath a section of the wall over four meters high, scanning its smooth surface with an unchanging gaze.
A wall of this height could stop ordinary undead without issue, but for Tang Zheng, it was no obstacle at all.
Bending his knees, he pushed off the ground with force. Tang Zheng easily leaped to a height of about three meters. With a flip of his palm, a mithril dagger appeared in his hand. He plunged it into the wall, embedding it firmly.
Immediately after, he pushed off with his wrist, ascending again. When his feet were level with the dagger, he flicked it with his toe, sending it flying back into his hand.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Zheng landed lightly atop the wall, then flipped over and entered the cemetery.
The first thing that met his eyes was a vast expanse of tombstones, and withered trees rustling in the wind.
Within each section of tombstones, one could see wooden, cabin-shaped structures less than a meter tall.
Under the night sky, the long shadows created an invisible sense of fear and oppression!
Facing such a gloomy scene, Tang Zheng's face remained expressionless.
In his Previous Life, there were no such things as ghosts, yet people were still afraid. Besides the psychological aspect, it was really a fear of the unknown.
But in This World!
That's right, there really were ghosts—or more accurately, specters!
How does one deal with specters?
A slight smirk curved Tang Zheng's lips. He strode deeper into the cemetery. "You just have to slaughter them."
As he delved deeper, the number of tombstones and withered trees gradually increased.
Tang Zheng observed his surroundings while recalling the details in his mind.
If he remembered correctly, Khajiit should be hidden in an underground temple located deep within the cemetery. At the start of the story, he had already been lurking in the E-Rantel cemetery for five years.
All for the sake of collecting negative energy.
According to the current timeline, Khajiit should have only infiltrated this place about a year ago.
A place like a cemetery provided a home-field advantage for a necromancer like Khajiit, especially in the dark of night.
However, daytime was clearly unsuitable for his activities.
The guards and the stationed Adventurer Team would patrol during the day; any disturbance in the cemetery would have them rushing over immediately.
But in the nighttime environment, as long as there wasn't a large-scale undead assault on the perimeter wall, neither the guards nor the Adventurer Team would rashly enter, even if something happened inside. Instead, they would wait until daytime to handle it.
If Khajiit's advantage lay in the terrain, then in Tang Zheng's view, his advantage was intelligence.
Among Khajiit's many methods, the one Tang Zheng was most concerned about and needed to treat seriously was the Bone Dragon.
Although this monster was only Level 16, it was immune to magic below the sixth tier, which was simply a catastrophe for the magic casters of this world.
Even attacks imbued with fire and divine attributes from a Flame Archangel would be nullified by this trait.
Furthermore, the advantage of its massive size meant that even though the Bone Dragon's level was relatively low, it possessed power far exceeding it.
It was an exceptionally troublesome type of undead.
In truth, considering it took Khajiit five years to accumulate enough negative energy to summon two Bone Dragons, the current Khajiit should not be able to summon one.
But the necessary countermeasures still had to be taken; nothing in this world was absolute.
Among the ten Flame Archangels Tang Zheng had prepared, two were specifically for dealing with a Bone Dragon. He didn't aim to destroy it, merely to hold it back.
The depths of the cemetery had grown tranquil.
From time to time, bright flashes like will-o'-the-wisps darted through the deadwood around them.
About a hundred meters away, a dilapidated and severely damaged, empty temple came into view. It stood about three meters high with a spire-shaped roof, supported by thick stone pillars.
Judging by the level of damage, this temple must have been ancient.
At this point, Tang Zheng stopped, tilting his head slightly to scan his surroundings.
Under the dim moonlight, vague figures could be seen approaching from the shadows of the deadwood!
At the same time, low growls like those of wild beasts began to echo intermittently in the silent environment.
A putrid, foul stench suddenly permeated the air.
Facing the undead zombies gradually approaching, Tang Zheng flipped his wrist, and a Tier 2 magic scroll appeared in his palm. He squeezed it forcefully.
*Whoosh!*
Sacred light flashed through the darkness, instantly condensing into a Guardian Angel.
At that very instant, the undead, who had been slowly approaching, suddenly quickened their pace. A dense cacophony of footsteps erupted, and their roars grew much louder.
*Bang!*
A male undead zombie burst through the deadwood, appearing to his left. On its decaying body, amplified by the 'Night Vision' of Tang Zheng's monocle, one could even see wriggling maggots.
"Go. Lure all the undead in this area away."
Tang Zheng commanded the Guardian Angel, his face expressionless.
*Fwoosh!*
The Guardian Angel flapped its bright yellow wings, soaring into the air and flying off into the distance.
Following the Guardian Angel's movement, the large number of undead that had been approaching simultaneously changed course.
If the aura of the living was like fragrant, fatty meat to the undead, then the divine aura of an angel was like a blazing torch in the dead of night!
Tang Zheng saw no movement from the temple a hundred meters away, so he stood his ground and waited.
After about seven or eight minutes, all the undead in the area had been led away by the Guardian Angel.
"Step two."
Tang Zheng smiled faintly. With a flip of his hands, a Tier 2 'Angel Summoning' magic scroll appeared in each hand.
(end of chapter)
E-Rantel has three city walls. Approximately one-quarter of the area within the outermost wall, occupying most of the western sector, is the city's public cemetery.
As a frontline fortress city, the annual conflicts between the Re-Estize Kingdom and the Baharuth Empire result in a large number of casualties.
To this day, various rumors about the birth of the undead circulate, but none have ever been confirmed. No one truly knows how the undead come into being.
However, one point is widely accepted: the undead have a chance to rise from the places where people die.
Among them, those who die unnaturally or have no one to mourn them have a higher chance of being reborn as undead.
Therefore, both the Empire and the Kingdom make agreements during wartime to solemnly mourn each other's fallen. This massive cemetery was established for that very purpose.
Under the dim night sky, a black shadow with light yet swift steps approached the cemetery.
The closer one got, the more profound the stillness in the air became. Few people came here even during the day, let alone at night.
From a distance, Tang Zheng saw a perimeter wall, approximately four meters high, which served as the boundary separating the cemetery from the outside world.
He looked up slightly.
A monocle was perched on the left side of Tang Zheng's nose. This was a magic item he had purchased, which possessed the 'Night Vision' ability.
Therefore, even in the dim night, Tang Zheng could still see his surroundings clearly.
Such a tall and sturdy wall was clearly not meant to protect the cemetery, but to prevent the undead born within from entering the outside world.
As he drew closer, two watchtowers emitting a soft light appeared in the darkness, and between them was a heavy, tightly shut gate.
Evidently, the entrance to the cemetery was already closed at this hour, and there were patrolling guards on both watchtowers.
It wasn't just guards; an Adventurer Team was also stationed there.
This was an arrangement made by the Adventurer's Guild in cooperation with the mayor, with teams rotating periodically to deal with the undead born in the cemetery.
"It seems I'll have to find another way in." Tang Zheng paused, then moved along the wall, away from the watchtowers.
Soon, Tang Zheng stopped beneath a section of the wall over four meters high, scanning its smooth surface with an unchanging gaze.
A wall of this height could stop ordinary undead without issue, but for Tang Zheng, it was no obstacle at all.
Bending his knees, he pushed off the ground with force. Tang Zheng easily leaped to a height of about three meters. With a flip of his palm, a mithril dagger appeared in his hand. He plunged it into the wall, embedding it firmly.
Immediately after, he pushed off with his wrist, ascending again. When his feet were level with the dagger, he flicked it with his toe, sending it flying back into his hand.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Zheng landed lightly atop the wall, then flipped over and entered the cemetery.
The first thing that met his eyes was a vast expanse of tombstones, and withered trees rustling in the wind.
Within each section of tombstones, one could see wooden, cabin-shaped structures less than a meter tall.
Under the night sky, the long shadows created an invisible sense of fear and oppression!
Facing such a gloomy scene, Tang Zheng's face remained expressionless.
In his Previous Life, there were no such things as ghosts, yet people were still afraid. Besides the psychological aspect, it was really a fear of the unknown.
But in This World!
That's right, there really were ghosts—or more accurately, specters!
How does one deal with specters?
A slight smirk curved Tang Zheng's lips. He strode deeper into the cemetery. "You just have to slaughter them."
As he delved deeper, the number of tombstones and withered trees gradually increased.
Tang Zheng observed his surroundings while recalling the details in his mind.
If he remembered correctly, Khajiit should be hidden in an underground temple located deep within the cemetery. At the start of the story, he had already been lurking in the E-Rantel cemetery for five years.
All for the sake of collecting negative energy.
According to the current timeline, Khajiit should have only infiltrated this place about a year ago.
A place like a cemetery provided a home-field advantage for a necromancer like Khajiit, especially in the dark of night.
However, daytime was clearly unsuitable for his activities.
The guards and the stationed Adventurer Team would patrol during the day; any disturbance in the cemetery would have them rushing over immediately.
But in the nighttime environment, as long as there wasn't a large-scale undead assault on the perimeter wall, neither the guards nor the Adventurer Team would rashly enter, even if something happened inside. Instead, they would wait until daytime to handle it.
If Khajiit's advantage lay in the terrain, then in Tang Zheng's view, his advantage was intelligence.
Among Khajiit's many methods, the one Tang Zheng was most concerned about and needed to treat seriously was the Bone Dragon.
Although this monster was only Level 16, it was immune to magic below the sixth tier, which was simply a catastrophe for the magic casters of this world.
Even attacks imbued with fire and divine attributes from a Flame Archangel would be nullified by this trait.
Furthermore, the advantage of its massive size meant that even though the Bone Dragon's level was relatively low, it possessed power far exceeding it.
It was an exceptionally troublesome type of undead.
In truth, considering it took Khajiit five years to accumulate enough negative energy to summon two Bone Dragons, the current Khajiit should not be able to summon one.
But the necessary countermeasures still had to be taken; nothing in this world was absolute.
Among the ten Flame Archangels Tang Zheng had prepared, two were specifically for dealing with a Bone Dragon. He didn't aim to destroy it, merely to hold it back.
The depths of the cemetery had grown tranquil.
From time to time, bright flashes like will-o'-the-wisps darted through the deadwood around them.
About a hundred meters away, a dilapidated and severely damaged, empty temple came into view. It stood about three meters high with a spire-shaped roof, supported by thick stone pillars.
Judging by the level of damage, this temple must have been ancient.
At this point, Tang Zheng stopped, tilting his head slightly to scan his surroundings.
Under the dim moonlight, vague figures could be seen approaching from the shadows of the deadwood!
At the same time, low growls like those of wild beasts began to echo intermittently in the silent environment.
A putrid, foul stench suddenly permeated the air.
Facing the undead zombies gradually approaching, Tang Zheng flipped his wrist, and a Tier 2 magic scroll appeared in his palm. He squeezed it forcefully.
*Whoosh!*
Sacred light flashed through the darkness, instantly condensing into a Guardian Angel.
At that very instant, the undead, who had been slowly approaching, suddenly quickened their pace. A dense cacophony of footsteps erupted, and their roars grew much louder.
*Bang!*
A male undead zombie burst through the deadwood, appearing to his left. On its decaying body, amplified by the 'Night Vision' of Tang Zheng's monocle, one could even see wriggling maggots.
"Go. Lure all the undead in this area away."
Tang Zheng commanded the Guardian Angel, his face expressionless.
*Fwoosh!*
The Guardian Angel flapped its bright yellow wings, soaring into the air and flying off into the distance.
Following the Guardian Angel's movement, the large number of undead that had been approaching simultaneously changed course.
If the aura of the living was like fragrant, fatty meat to the undead, then the divine aura of an angel was like a blazing torch in the dead of night!
Tang Zheng saw no movement from the temple a hundred meters away, so he stood his ground and waited.
After about seven or eight minutes, all the undead in the area had been led away by the Guardian Angel.
"Step two."
Tang Zheng smiled faintly. With a flip of his hands, a Tier 2 'Angel Summoning' magic scroll appeared in each hand.
(end of chapter)
