The Undead?

A trail of blood slowly disappeared into the depths of darkness in a sewer with an unmistakable smell.

"Life is so tenacious..."

Eleazar looked at the blood on the ground with a blank face.

This is the second time you've fought a Transcendent, right?

Taking out the healing potion, he filled it halfway and held it in his mouth.

Then put the skeleton gauntlet on, the mind ring, the silver ring, and all the equipment was on and in an energized state.

Silver bullets, a bit of a waste to hit humanoids...

Eleazar shrugged off the revolver, intending to save that undercard for last if he really, really had to.

Though he didn't think there should be any surprises.

Looking up into the dark depths, he lifted his feet and quickly pursued them.

There is a good chance that the Church is catching up right behind...

Thinking of this, his footsteps picked up speed again, like a phantom skimming quickly through the dark sewers.

As the smell of blood became clearer and clearer in the smoky, unpleasant sewers, Eleazar knew that he was almost at the place.

"Building a lair in a sewer?"

"What is this fetish again?"

Actually, he was overthinking it. No one likes this stinky place.

The other side put their base here purely because they were poor and had no place to make a home up there.

Just then, Eleazar heard a faint curse.

"Found you!"

Quickly stepping around the corner, the sight ahead opened up, and the severely injured Dark Sequencer had dragged another young girl from nowhere.

Eleazar's eyes swept over to find a simple cage on the side with another shackled victim inside.

The clutter around them was dismal, either bones or various bits of discarded flesh, and nests of rats scurried about in the darkness.

The torture table in the center was bloodstained, a pile of messy tools lay on the side, and a thick negative energy hovered overhead.

Eleazar quietly counts the mangled clothing on the floor.

One set, two sets, three sets... Twelve sets!

Captivity, abuse, exhibition...

The murderous intent that spewed out slowly infused his entire body.

"Who!"

The Dark Sequencer looked back alertly.

Responding to him was a blade light that shattered the darkness.

Grabbing the young girl's arm, he broke it directly in the air.

The Dark Sequencer fell backward off his feet on the spot, sitting heavily on his butt, his face filled with amazement and shock, but he did not show any pain.

Eleazar, who was now visible, crashed through the young girl, clasped his hands in a false grip, and brought down another slash on his head.

The Dark Sequencer on the ground snapped his head up, followed by a ghastly white eyeball that quickly opened in his forehead.

"Die for me!"

"Ka-la!"

There was a crisp popping of bones.

Eleazar's chest collapsed on the spot, as if he'd been hit head-on by a high-speed truck, and stumbled momentarily from the blow.

The hand that was swinging the sword was also a bit off, but it still did its best to slice off half of the opponent's body.

"Gulp~"

Swiftly swallowing the alchemy potion in his mouth, his face twitched in an explosive burst of hot healing, and he instantly swung his sword wildly in a frenzy.

"Undead huh, let's see if you're still dead like this!"

The opponent's body had been cut in half, yet it still retained a surprising amount of activity, and after instantly realizing that this was a trait, Eleazar didn't give him another chance to resist.

The invisible blade that created overlapping ripples in the air cut the opponent down to just a head in the blink of an eye.

The body instantly lost contact, and fear finally appeared on the Dark Sequencer's face.

"You... Not the Holy Church?"

"Wait a minute, since you're not... Why are you trying to kill me!"

"Garbage like you will only eat expensive rice if you stay alive."

"Wait... Wait!"

"There's no need to give last words, you're just going to die with regrets!"

Eleazar cleaves that head in half with a heavy slash.

After making sure that he had decapitated the other party, he then half crouched down and covered his chest hard to catch his breath for a while.

"Shit!"

Recovering for a moment, he then turned back to the two victims who had witnessed it all.

"..." They no longer need to have their memories erased.

Those two had a vacant stare, long unmoved by everything around them.

Freeing the young girl held inside, Eleazar tries to inform a cry.

"Wait here for a while, someone will come for you soon."

Then another quick glance around, but nothing of value was found.

It's also true that trash who only dares to hide in the sewers and kill people are not capable of collecting material, and besides, this evil sequence only needs flesh and blood.

Before he left, he thought for a moment, pulled the bishop's chess piece from his pocket, and gently placed it on the torture table.

...

It didn't take long for the bishop's pieces to be twisted up by the silver hand armor.

"Representatives have been tried?"

The Divine Punisher turned his head to look around what looked like a slaughterhouse.

After closing his eyes in contemplation for a moment and waiting for the scene to be taken care of by his fellow officers and told that he could leave, he snapped open a pair of silver-colored eye pupils, and with it a dazzling light erupted.

All the dirt and darkness was purified, and untold numbers of rats were consumed by the white flames.

Then returned to the church to report on the situation.

The Bishop held the piece for a long time and asked silently, "What happened to the two survivors?"

"The spirit has been hit so hard by the never-ending trauma that it has gone mad."

With that, the Divine Punisher pulled out a recorder and pressed play.

A hollow, numb voice aired.

"The undead... Garbage... Go to hell..."

The bishop nodded undeniably, "Bring them to the church when they are recuperated, and you continue to track down the identity of the undead."

"The interloper..."

The Bishop glanced at the pieces in his hand again, "Not our Judge, you don't have to worry about this."

"Yes ..."

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[Magic potion residue: 54→50]

Eleazar silently senses the digestion of the magic potion.

That Undead Sequencer is only worth two water spirits?

Sure enough, it's garbage...

Back at the hotel, he quickly went to his room and took a shower and changed his clothes, which eliminated the unpleasant odor from his body.

It was back to the first floor lobby to listen to the teachers discussing the trip with the group.

With that kind of accident, the day's trip to the museum certainly ended hastily.

Although many people have no idea what's going on.

Back early, so how do you spend most of the rest of the day?

"Teacher, let's go shopping!"

A student raises his hand.

With the chaos of people on the streets, especially in a city as mobile as this one, how dare teachers let their students out during these stressful times.

But at that moment, the acolyte, who was juggling his role as a teacher, walked through the door and announced with a smile, "Everyone is free to go wherever you want to go, but you must work in groups of five and report back before dark."

They burst into cheers.

Eleazar yawns in boredom and is about to go back to his room to rest when he is grabbed again.

Sia: "Come on, let's go shopping!"