Chapter 1002 Resistance

clang!

Clang!

On the walls of the Golden City, smoke was everywhere, and the giant clock on the central square was rang again and again.

Those slaves, dealers, smugglers, robbers, and bandits gathered in the city raised their heads in astonishment.

They don't understand what situation can make the Golden City feel like an enemy.

You know, in this land, even the Burning Dawn cannot shake the status of the Golden City.

Over the past hundred years, the prestige of the Golden City built with force has long overshadowed the power of the Burning Dawn a hundred years ago. In other words... under the deliberate arrangement of some people, everyone who came to the Golden City has forgotten the gold of a hundred years ago. The city is nothing more than an outpost camp of the Burning Dawn.

"Could it be related to the previous fireworks?"

"The demon head?"

"Is it the Burning Family?"

"Can the Burning Family still leave the City of Dawn? Stop joking!"

"The emperor of Saint Seanda wishes he could tie the Burning and Dawn families like dogs."

…

There was a burst of laughter from the discussion.

But the laughter stopped abruptly the next moment.

They saw Kieran in the air.

The demonized Qin Ran flew in mid-air. After scanning the entire Golden City with his flaming eyes, the [Flame Impact] that was blessed again struck down like a pillar of flaming fire reaching the sky.

The Golden City's so-called strongest and tallest city wall was smashed to pieces like tofu, and the arrow towers and soldiers on the city wall and behind the city wall were reduced to ashes.

Then, the people in those cities saw what caused the Golden City to be in chaos and sounded the alarm.

Undead!

Boundless army of undead!

Seeing the cold but burning soul fire in the eyes of the undead, these people shuddered one after another.

"City Guard!"

"City Guard!"

Some people couldn't help shouting.

But more people drew their swords.

Not all people who come to the Golden City to do business are good people. Whether they are slave traders, smugglers, or simply robbers and bandits, they have considerable fighting power.

But, it's a pity...the undead they encountered were not ordinary undead, but soldiers from the original Golden City. More importantly, these soldiers had been strengthened to varying degrees after being 'resurrected from the dead'.

boom!

A tall and strong robber slashed the undead on the neck.

The opponent who was living near the High Road knew very well that the seemingly terrifying undead actually had many weaknesses. Apart from fire and lightning, the most effective one seemed to be to cut off their heads.

Therefore, the other party did so.

But the result was unexpected.

This knife hit the undead's neck accurately, but it was defeated.

The undead's neck, which should have been fragile, was as tough as cowhide armor. The knife that hit it only advanced half a finger, and it was difficult to make an inch.

Perhaps, for ordinary people, a half-finger wound on the neck is already fatal.

But for the undead, it is really painless.

In the horrified look of the bandit, the long sword in the undead hand pierced the opponent's chest.

The hot blood sprayed on the face of the undead. The unfamiliar smell was mixed with the familiar feeling. The fire of the soul in the eyes of the undead unconsciously became brighter.

Roar!

A low roar like a beast burst out from the undead's chest.

The undead became stronger.

Mixed with the instinct of disgust for the living, such a strengthening is undoubtedly disastrous.

Just when the people in the Golden City realized that the undead in front of them was unusual, they suddenly discovered again that the undead in front of them had become stronger after killing them.

"What kind of undead is this!"

"Why is this happening?"

"Damn devil!"

"Is he still the Lord of the Undead?"

Noisy shouting does nothing to change the status quo.

The undead army overwhelmingly defeated the first line of defense composed of these miscellaneous troops.

The second line of defense completely disappeared without playing any role.

Because, the people in the city discovered that when they were resisting the attack of the undead army, none of the guards of the Golden City itself were missing.

Such a discovery made the rout unstoppable.

These are not guys with strong convictions.

On the contrary, what they are best at is taking advantage of others' misfortune.

Now the ruler of the Golden City wants to use them as shields, but these people are completely unwilling to do so.

It could have supported the team for a while, but it collapsed like this.

These people used their own methods to escape from the Golden City.

Some bold ones ran towards the depths of the Golden City.

As for what you want to do?

Of course it goes without saying.

The slave trader ran away.

The private businessman ran away.

The robber ran away.

The bandits ran away.

But all their goods remained.

The slaves looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do as they looked at the undead creatures that hurried past without harming them.

Finally, the slaves looked at Kieran flying in mid-air.

"You are free."

"Whether you want it or not."

"Whether you dare or not."

"You are all free!"

"If you miss the past days, you can continue to stay here and wait for your master in fear."

"If you want to welcome a new life, then pick up those swords, follow my army, and use the swords in your hands to fight for the life you want."

The voice of demonizing Qin Ran was like thunder, rumbling in the ears of the slaves.

Some are in a trance.

Some are confused.

And some simply went to the 'commodities' left by the smugglers and merchants, and picked out the ones who took advantage of them.

If someone takes the lead, others will naturally follow.

Who wants to be sold as goods?

Who wants to be treated as something worse than an animal?

Who is willing to be precarious and depend on other people's mood to live?

Now there is hope to escape such days.

Who wouldn’t want to!

Resist!

Resist!

Resist!

for……

free!

A cry sounded from the slaves, and a strong young man picked up a sword, followed directly behind the undead army, and launched a charge.

Behind him a group of slaves shouted at the same time and joined the charge.

The already unstoppable army of undead, with the addition of a new force, is like a tiger with wings added, straight into the depths of the Golden City.

Here, there is a temple that looks like a palace.

The reason why I say this is because of a statue of a god.

A vague, grotesque, metal deity that cannot be described at all.

This statue can be said to be one, or it can be said to be a group.

It can even be said that it has no appearance.

But it's enough...terrible!

Because there are corpses scattered in front of this statue.

The original guards of the Golden City, the guys who came here to try to fish in troubled waters, all died in front of this statue in a very tragic appearance.

Some had their limbs broken.

Some were disemboweled.

Some had their skin peeled off.

But most of them are the people who were knocked off the cap of the sky, sucked the brains and died.

The extremely familiar scene made Qin Ran frown.

Then, the statue moved!

PS This is the first update today, sorry...

Feilong tried his best to rush back, but he was really helpless.

To be honest, Feilong is not an ambitious or ambitious person. He just wants to be a foodie writer who can happily code and forage every day. But as he gets older, some things are inevitable. Feilong Very powerless, only a wry smile was left, and then smiled, and couldn't laugh anymore.