Chapter 67 What NPCs Should Do

Deathly silence, desolate.

General Atrang rode his warhorse into the apocalyptic dimension of legend, and what hit him first was a stench of decay that made him want to vomit.

Years of military life had accustomed him to such stenches, but what about the enemy?

General Atrang looked out across the plain—the battlefield was empty, save for corpses… with only a solitary, towering city wall in the distance.

He had thought this silent dimension would be teeming with demons, insectoids, abyssals, chaos monsters—the church members in Marshal Amut's team had even brought a massive amount.

But it seemed there was nothing in this dimension, except for corpses and only corpses, along with a group of delightfully hopping saviors.

No, wait!

The warhorse ridden by General Atrang suddenly became extremely restless; a strange magic power stirred beneath the ground, making the entire surface tremble slightly.

"My lord… the corpses… they're moving!"

"An undead army?"