194 103. The One Called the Saint Part Two

A large city fairly close to the village of Rost had been burned down to the ground, practically wiped off from the map.

The city didn’t have outer walls or palisades to begin with, meaning the citizens would’ve been left utterly defenceless against the marauding band of soldiers coming to ransack them.

Sights of burnt-down buildings and their skeletal remains, countless piles of corpses, and broken weapons stabbed into the ground could be seen.

This was the reality of the warzone created by the civil war taking place within the Lome kingdom.

Writhing zombies were wandering around the sites of wanton destruction. Those things hadn’t been created by Vampires – no, it was simply this world’s ‘law of nature’ at play.

A portion of the people who died in Negative Fields like battlefields would inevitably end up as an undead. The scene playing out before our eyes was one such case.

The civil war of Lome kingdom had ended up producing the undead.

“I-it’s a carriage!”

“How insolent! Who do you think you are in the presence of!”

Unfortunately for them, what the knights had said produced the exact opposite effect to what they desired.

Because the refugees thought that if the person inside the carriage was someone important, then he’d surely save them from this predicament.

The knights urgently looked around and saw the zombies shuffling towards the carriage’s location. Unable to stay calm anymore, they even began unsheathing their swords.

That only sowed even more chaos among the crowd.

At this rate, we might end up seeing casualties with one wrong move somewhere.

The crowd numbering only a few dozen soon ballooned past a hundred-plus in no time at all.

I scanned the faces of the refugees. From old people in their seventies all the way to children younger than ten were among the mix.

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All these people were the weak who managed to somehow survive the warzone. But their future remained bleak.

He nodded at my abrupt demand. “But of course. If that’s what it takes to prevent the Theocratic Empire from intervening, then all the more so. But, why are you…?”

“Very good.”

I stepped outside the carriage and then lightly snapped my fingers.

Rune letters were engraved on the ground all around us. Soon, well-armed skeletons and staff-wielding skeleton mages were summoned to this world.

The refugees all screamed at this sudden event.

Even Barus looked shocked by what he saw. Which was understandable, since this would be his first time seeing me summon the holy undead.

Skeletons went out to hunt down the zombies shuffling closer towards our location. Meanwhile, skeleton mages put some distance between themselves. Eventually, thirty or so undead mages had the hundred-plus refugees surrounded from all sides.

“W-what are you trying to do?!”