The fourth layer of the labyrinth, beneath the tower leading to the third layer, gathered an endless legion of skeleton soldiers.

The forests shrouded in mist seemed to be obscured by this boundless sea of skeletons.

In each terrifying skull, a green soul fire flickered, and the light deep in the eye sockets was cold and silent, as if seeping out from the depths of Hell.

Those pairs of burning pupils fixed straight ahead, and the iron swords and shields in their hands made clanging sounds in the mist.

The clang and clatter of those sounds mingled with the scraping of bones, like a symphony of death, filling the eerie air...

It wasn't just skeleton soldiers—

Amid that tide-like army, there were also a considerable number of Earth Cave Spiders, Lizardmen, and a few Little Demons flapping their wings, along with various zombies.

What was even more chilling was that nearly every monster assembled here seemed to possess Extraordinary Power beyond that of black iron tier!

While it was difficult to gauge the strength of Little Demons and Lizardmen by appearance, different ranks of skeleton soldiers were relatively easy to distinguish.

Looking at that vast sea of skeletons, even the most experienced adventurer couldn't help but feel ice-cold, trembling uncontrollably.

"When did the labyrinth become home to so many Undead?!"

"Look... their weapons!"

"Are those muskets?!"

"Not just muskets... there are inscriptions on the iron tubes! They, they look like magic devices?!"

"Magic devices?!"

"How is that possible!"

"Where did they plunder them from?!"

The oppressive presence of death loomed.

And yet, what shocked the crowd was still to come.

A man armed with a spear swallowed hard, his eyes firmly fixed on the moving iron canister not far away, his face the picture of having seen a ghost.

Was that...

a Dwarf's rune golem?!

He had only heard of such things in legends, never expecting to witness one in reality!

In addition, there were Lizardman Cavalry riding giant spiders and Little Demons suspected of carrying explosives flying in the sky...

However, compared to the shock of the magic devices, these otherwise alarming sights seemed mundane in this context.

As the adventurers watched the gathering monsters, the Demon King's minions also closely scrutinized these temporary allies at a close distance.

According to the data just updated on the official website, Mist Town was a small town with roughly two thousand inhabitants, including nearly a thousand permanent residents, and adventurers who came to the B4 layer for various purposes.

However, the survivors standing here now numbered only a little more than two hundred.

In other words, close to two thousand lives had fallen victim to the blood-red mists, becoming eggs for nurturing Chaos creatures!

The two sides stared at each other, the atmosphere between them somewhat stiff.

This was especially true for the ninety Trident Knights; each one glared at the group of Undead emitting an unholy aura, wishing nothing more than to purify them.

"...What blasphemy."

A Priest closed his eyes and crossed himself, unable to bear the sight of the skeletal remains that made him physically ill, while silently praying in his heart for the forgiveness of Saint Sis.

Facing the gazes of his colleagues and the whispers from behind, Charles, standing atop a high place, was equally conflicted, unsure of what expression to wear.

As a Priest who graduated from the Royal Capital Theological College and a member of the Trident Knights, he had taken on the responsibility of defending faith and justice, having cleansed evil and battled these fallen scum countless times.

Yet, faced with the threat from Chaos, he found himself needing to stand side by side with these unforgivable evils.

Just as his colleagues had said behind him—

What blasphemy!

Watching Charles wrestling with his conscience, Luo Yan standing beside him smiled faintly and spoke in a very soft voice.

"If you find it unacceptable, you can go back first. The only thing I ask of you is not to hold us back; I simply don't have the energy to deal with Chaos and compete with you simultaneously."

This new "Demon King" seemed more open-minded than imagined.

So much so that Charles momentarily felt an illusion as if the person standing here wasn't a Demon King but an ordinary human ruler.

He was silent for a long time before finally shaking his head slowly, his voice firm.

"No, please let us stay here and fight side by side with you."

Pausing for a moment, he turned his gaze to the deep red beams of light far away and the cracks swirling around them, and calmly continued.

"Evil has its priorities, and to turn a blind eye to the present evil and run away instead of standing alongside the Undead is a greater blasphemy."

Those words convinced not only himself.

They also convinced the Knights standing behind him.

The victims who died under Novel's conspiracy were ultimately subjects of the Duke of Campbell, servants of Saint Sis, and bona fide human beings.

For whatever reasons, they had no excuse to flee from here.

Charles looked back at his teammates, then cast his gaze toward the hired guards and adventurers of Mist Town and called out loudly.

"Hear me out, lads!"

Hearing Charles's shout, pairs of startled eyes turned to him, and everyone simultaneously ceased the uncertain whispering.

The badge of the Trident Knights carried significant weight in the County of Thunder, almost as if the Duke of Campbell himself stood there.

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