E-Rantel had three layers of walls, and occupying about one-fourth of the outermost wall area, covering most of the western sector, was the city's public cetery.
As a frontline fortress, the annual battles between the Li Yestige Kingdom and the Bahāruth Empire resulted in massive casualties.
Even now, while there were nurous rumors about how undead were born, none had ever been proven true. No one truly understood how undead ca into existence.
But one thing most people agreed upon was that places where the dead t their end had a chance of spawning undead. Those who died unnatural deaths or lacked mourners had an even higher probability of transforming into undead.
Thus, both the Empire and the Kingdom would establish agreents during wars to solemnly mourn the deceased together. This massive cetery was built precisely for that purpose.
Under the dim night sky, a dark figure moved swiftly yet quietly toward the cetery.
The closer one got to the cetery, the more one could feel the silence in the air. Few people ca here even during dayti, let alone at night.
From a distance, Tang Zheng spotted a periter wall about four ters tall, serving as the boundary separating the cetery from the outside world.
Slightly raising his head, a monocle rested on the bridge of his nose - a magical item he had purchased that granted night vision. Even in this darkness, Tang Zheng could clearly see his surroundings.
That tall, sturdy wall in the distance clearly wasn't built to protect the cetery, but rather to prevent any undead born within from escaping into the outside world.
As he approached, two watchtowers emitting soft light beca visible in the darkness, flanking a massive closed gate.
Clearly, the entrance to the cetery was closed at this hour, with patrolling guards stationed in both watchtowers. Not just guards - an adventurer team was also stationed there.
This was an arrangent coordinated between the Adventurer's Guild and the city mayor, with rotating shifts periodically to deal with any undead that might appear in the cetery.
"Looks like I'll need to find another way in," Tang Zheng murmured, changing direction to move along the wall away from the watchtowers.
Soon, he stopped before a section of the four-ter-high wall, examining its smooth surface without changing his expression.
While this height could effectively block ordinary undead, it posed no obstacle to Tang Zheng.
Bending his knees, he pushed off the ground forcefully, easily leaping up to about three ters. With a flip of his palm, his Mithril Dagger appeared, which he stabbed into the wall to anchor himself.
Using his wrist strength, he propelled himself higher. When his feet reached the dagger's level, he flicked his toe to dislodge it, catching it midair as it fell back into his hand.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Zheng landed lightly atop the wall before flipping down into the cetery.
The first thing that greeted him were rows upon rows of tombstones, with withered trees rustling in the wind. Among the tombstones stood small wooden structures less than a ter tall, shaped like miniature houses.
Under the night's shadows, their elongated forms created an intangible sense of dread and oppression!
Facing this eerie scene, Tang Zheng remained expressionless.
In his previous world, ghosts didn't exist, yet people still feared them - not just psychological effects, but fear of the unknown.
But in this world?
Indeed, ghosts existed - more accurately called spirits.
How to deal with spirits?
A faint smirk appeared on Tang Zheng's lips as he strode deeper into the cetery: "Just kill them."
As he progressed further, the number of tombstones and dead trees gradually increased.
While observing his surroundings, Tang Zheng recalled details from mory.
If he rembered correctly, Kajit was hiding in an underground temple deep within the cetery. By the ti the original story began, he had already been lurking in E-Rantel's cetery for five years, gathering negative energy.
At this current tiline, Kajit should have only been hiding here for about a year.
A cetery provided ho advantage for a necromancer like Kajit, especially during nightti.
Dayti obviously wasn't suitable for action.
The guards and stationed adventurer team would patrol during daylight hours, and any disturbance in the cetery would imdiately draw their attention.
But at night?
Unless a large-scale undead assault on the walls occurred, neither guards nor adventurers would rashly enter the cetery upon hearing noises, opting instead to wait until dayti to investigate.
If Kajit's advantage lay in the terrain, then in Tang Zheng's view, his own advantage was information.
Among Kajit's many abilities, the one that concerned Tang Zheng most was the bone dragon.
Although this monster was only level 16, it possessed immunity to magic below the sixth tier - a nightmare for most magic casters in this world.
Even the Fla Archangel's attacks combining fire and holy attributes would be nullified by this trait.
Additionally, its massive size granted it power far exceeding what its level would suggest.
This was an extrely troubleso undead creature.
Actually, considering it took Kajit five years to gather enough negative energy to summon two bone dragons, the current Kajit likely couldn't summon any yet.
But precautions were still necessary - nothing was absolute.
Of the ten Fla Archangels Tang Zheng prepared, two were specifically reserved for dealing with bone dragons - not to destroy them, but to stall them.
The deeper parts of the cetery had grown silent.
Occasionally, will-o'-the-wisp-like lights flickered among the dead trees.
About a hundred ters ahead, a three-ter-tall structure ca into view - a severely damaged, ancient-looking temple with a spire top supported by thick stone pillars.
Judging by its state of disrepair, this temple must have stood for an extrely long ti.
Tang Zheng stopped walking and tilted his head slightly, scanning his surroundings.
Under the pale moonlight, shadowy figures could be seen moving toward him from among the dead trees.
Simultaneously, the previously silent environnt began echoing with bestial growls.
A putrid, rotting stench suddenly perated the air.
Facing the approaching undead zombies, Tang Zheng flipped his wrist, producing a second-tier magic scroll which he crushed in his palm.
Whoosh!
Holy light flashed in the darkness, instantly coalescing into a guardian angel.
At that mont, the slowly approaching undead suddenly quickened their movents. The sound of nurous footsteps intensified, accompanied by louder snarls.
Bang!
A male zombie smashed through dead wood, appearing directly to Tang Zheng's left. Through his night vision monocle, Tang Zheng could even see maggots wriggling in its decaying flesh.
"Go, lure all the undead in this area away," Tang Zheng ordered the guardian angel expressionlessly.
Flap!
The guardian angel's golden wings beat once as it soared into the air, flying into the distance.
Following the angel's movent, the horde of undead that had been approaching imdiately changed direction.
If the scent of living humans was like fragrant at to undead, then an angel's holy aura was like a blazing torch in the darkness!
Seeing no movent from the temple a hundred ters away, Tang Zheng remained standing still, waiting patiently.
After about seven or eight minutes, all undead in the area had been successfully lured away by the guardian angel.
"Step two."
Tang Zheng smiled faintly, producing two second-tier angel summoning scrolls, one in each hand.
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