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Chapter 1441 - 485. The undead do not perish, they simply wither_3

Chapter 1441: 485. The undead do not perish, they simply wither_3

Engaging in such large-scale manipulation of this type of disturbing sorcery would be shocking to hear of in other parts of the Continent.

Below, I also found some life caskets that were not completely constructed, but each already bound with fragments of souls and consciousness.

Only by completing the final step of the life casket’s creation, another group of Undead will be permanently bound to the world of the living.

I think we should release them."

"It’s not as simple as you think, Phemys, it’s not as easy as doing a good deed on a whim. If the bonds of the dead were so easily broken, the Moonlight Priests would never have been able to guard their Holy City for a thousand years."

Triss immediately vetoed:

"There are many different ideas behind the creation of life caskets. Even within the Moon Holy City, there are several factions divided by their death crafts, and different approaches lead to different effects of the life caskets.

Without identifying which school of thought the Jackal People adopted, recklessly smashing the life caskets will not grant these bound souls respite, but will instead expose them to a moment of terror and pain of soul disintegration before they turn into even more troublesome Soul Wild Ghosts looking for a desperate fight with you.

That’s not salvation!

That’s inflicting the final torture on them, and such reckless behavior is akin to the sin of killing in the eyes of the Moon Priests.

So, we need to properly protect these life caskets first.

Once I have taken time to analyze and study the craft used in their creation, we can make a decision. It may take a lot of time, but if you want them to rest, they must first endure in the world of the living.

But with these life caskets, it is sufficient for the Necromancers and Netherworld Knights who fled into the swamp amidst the chaos of Plague Town to return here."

Triss glanced at Murphy, and the Vampire Lord nodded.

So Triss immediately began to cast the Secret Techniques of the Undead school, with wisps of grey-white smoke rising from the life caskets before her like a signal of command.

Soon, after twenty minutes, there was movement in the swamp.

Surrounded by lit candles, in the warmth of small orbs of light giving a sense of bliss, amidst the fearful shrieks of the working late-night Gnolls, the first batch of Netherworld Knights ordered to return appeared quietly on the outskirts of Plague Town.

This scene was also discovered by the younger players.

They quickly organized and gathered around to witness these "returning" Undead.

The Netherworld Knights and Necromancers paid no heed to the clamor of the surrounding players and Gnolls. They stepped onto the shattered ruins with a demeanor that perfectly matched the silent temperament of the Undead, then finally stopped outside the Constructs Tower without any guidance.

Murphy did not appear immediately.

He, Triss, and the young lady were still sorting out life caskets inside the Constructs Tower until nearly two hours later, when most of the Undead who had fled the wartime chaos had returned to this place, Murphy then appeared in front of them with a bag full of life caskets.

The Vampire Lord, looking at the several dozen Undead with intact bodies but whose consciousness had not returned to the silence of the life caskets, didn’t give a long speech but instead lifted the bag of life caskets in his hand.

This action immediately made the present Undead raise their heads, their pairs of pale blue bone fires staring at Murphy, conveying quite complicated meanings.

"Bella and Bernice are now serving me and they are members of the Crimson Castle."

Murphy didn’t mince words with these Undead; he got straight to the point:

"I know you all recognize this half-elf couple. I’d like to tell you that I am very willing to let you rest!

I know you all were once warriors and forebears who fought against the Wolf People in the swamp during several Black Disasters, but my Spiritual Overlord needs to firstly identify the death crafts adopted on your life caskets to help you safely break free from the bonds.

That means you need to endure for a bit longer."

These words received no response.

The undead, though silent, emitted a unique aura that easily let the surrounding onlookers realize they were disappointed with Murphy’s choice.

Perhaps the undead thought Murphy was no different from the Jackal Warlocks, claiming to serve only temporarily while actually using the bait of liberation and respite to continue their servitude.

However, the next moment, Murphy threw the bag in his hand without hesitation.

The bag hit the ground and loosened, scattering various life caskets all over the place.

"Before finding a way for you to rest in peace, it is best for you yourselves to carry your life caskets."

The Governor spoke loudly:

"Those whose forms have been destroyed and cannot be revived will be restored under the direction of my ’Summoner of the Dead,’ Bella, and I will also return their life caskets to them.

What I want to tell you is that I do not need you, the disturbed deceased, to serve me. I already have the bravest warriors in this world as my vanguard.

You are just a group of pitiful people who should not exist in this era.

I will not continue to exploit you.

But you cannot continue to stay on the lands of Wolf Castle, as you have disturbed the order of this swamp too much. Before you find rest, you can go to the underground corridors of Crimson Castle.

There is enough space there for all of you.

Of course, if you do not trust the promise of this Vampire, you are free to leave on your own.

But I hope you understand that the torment you have suffered during this time is just a trivial part of a grand evil organization.

Leaving Transylvania means you will have to re-enter a ’hide-and-seek’ situation with those fellows, which is a dangerous decision!

You have one night to make your choice."

After speaking, Murphy flapped his wings and rose into the air.

He did not plan to say too much to these undead; his interactions with Bella and Bernice made him aware that the disturbed deceased are very stubborn and are absolutely impossible to be persuaded by words.

After Murphy left, several among the undead immediately picked up their own life caskets, and without looking back, left the ruins.

They quickly disappeared into the shadows of the swamp.

That indicated they believed they did not need help, thinking they could handle all their troubles on their own, just as when they were alive.

But most of the Necromancers and Netherworld Knights chose to stay.

This did not mean they chose to serve Murphy and his cause.

They simply had nowhere to go.

As wanderers between this world and the next, they were not accepted by either the living or the dead, forced to walk in difficulty in the cracks between the two worlds, until peaceful rest came one day, or perhaps it would never come.

This is the fate of the undead.

They are the cursed, the forgotten, the used, the trampled upon.

From the moment they were resurrected, there was no more glory left for them in this world, only endless humiliation and waiting, and that is the price when the balance of life and death is broken.

The undead do not die, they only wither.