188 100. The Blackened Village -2 Part Two

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At the same time, inside a monastery located on top of a hill outside the village of Rost.

The head of Goddess Gaia’s statue had been severed, while buckets of blood defiled the once-sacred interior of the monastery.

The zombies were staggering around on their feet, while other undead such as ghouls and dullahans were silently ‘guarding’ this monastery.

A monster wearing a priest’s garb was standing tall on top of the raised platform inside which was meant for one to preach the word of the gods.

This creature had thick arms and hands, while grey-coloured hide covered its entire maggot-like body. It did have a face, but its mouth resembled more like saw toothed wheels.

Even though the blood-creations of Vampires generally resembled humans outwardly, this rule didn’t apply to Progenitors and their exteriors.

The monstrous, bizarre exterior that had gone beyond the limitations of humanity – that was their true appearance.

‘But that doesn’t really matter.’

Indeed, it didn’t matter. The number of undead Baron Lava could command was limited to begin with, anyway.

He had only one role to play here – slaughter the civilians and cultivate the army of undead. That was it.

For the successful invasion of the Theocratic Empire, Baron Lava Labert was tasked with making these sorts of preparations.

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‘There’s no better place than a kingdom suffering from the chaos of war to create a sizeable combat force, now is there?’

Even though a village in the outskirts had vanished from the map, the kingdom of Lome didn’t seem to care. All he had to do now was to work together with the other Vampires and gradually take over this kingdom.

While he was thinking that, the monastery’s door opened and a lycan stepped inside before approaching him. The creature bowed its head and spoke up.

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-M-my lord, Baron Lava. Intruders have appeared in the village!

Baron Lava’s eyes narrowed at the lycan’s report.

Those were fresh meat. How delectable would their flesh taste like after he got his hands on them? More importantly, though, wasn’t the meat of a devout cleric renowned for its heaven-defying taste?

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These types of clerics were often under the delusion that they were pure, uncorrupted beings. There were only a few things as entertaining as killing such idiots, defiling their souls and flesh before turning them into zombies.

Baron Lava grinned slyly.

Well, things were getting boring lately, anyways. Hunting down these clerics could prove to be an amusing distraction.

He asked the lycan, “Where are those humans right now?”

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Barus had to doubt his own eyes.

When the musket was fired…

But now, he had to revise his thoughts.

Gods did exist, and there were some people capable of carrying out their divine miracles.

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One of them was…

“Barus Victoria.”

Barus raised his gaze and stared at the smiling boy.

“How about we have a relaxed and amiable discussion from now on?”

…The Priest right before his eyes.

Fin.