Chapter 65: The Renowned Oak Town, and the Fall of Two Other Towns

The news of Oak Town’s great victory—

Traveled swiftly in all directions,

Along the merchant routes, through the tongues of mercenaries, and on the wings of carrier pigeons.

A border town, actually annihilating an Undead Legion several times its own size?

And even slaying a Fourth-tier Abomination commander?

More importantly—there was a rumor that a legendary Angel had descended!

This was a hundred times more incredible than the most absurd epic ever sung by a bard!

Yet as countless pieces of irrefutable evidence confirmed the truth—

The entire eastern frontier of the Violet Empire erupted in fervor!

Countless city lords, exiled nobles, mercenary groups, and even hidden spies—

All turned their gaze toward this suddenly rising town.

Baron Old John’s reputation was pushed to an unprecedented height!

A Count’s title?

It had already become an indisputable fact!

It was said that in Holy Saint Anna, preparations for a commendation ceremony had already begun.

After all, the Empire had been losing against the Undead for so long—now that there was finally a victory, how could they not proclaim it far and wide!~

However—

What followed was another earth-shattering calamity!

That night, Oak Town was not the only target of the Undead Legion!

Maple Leaf Town and Williams Town also suffered devastating assaults!

But they were not so fortunate.

They had no prior warning—

And no Angel’s protection.

Only naked betrayal and slaughter remained!

In Maple Leaf Town, the young master of the August family was brutally slain within the city.

All of the residents were turned into blood sacrifices overnight!

As for Williams…

That fortress, managed by the Morgan family for generations, met an even more tragic fate!

When the Undead Legion reached its gates—

The heavy city doors stood wide open!

The defending troops were nowhere to be found, and the core of the Magic Tower had been emptied, leaving only an empty shell.

Thus, eighty thousand citizens awoke from their sleep—

Only to be greeted by the Undead Legion that had already flooded the streets and alleys…

A massacre without suspense.

A meticulously planned sacrifice.

The entire Williams Town instantly turned into a feast of flesh and blood!

The wails of the dying echoed throughout the night!

When a handful of lucky Refugees escaped and brought the news to Oak Town—

The entire central plaza fell into dead silence.

The colorful banners of celebration still fluttered in the wind.

The slogan for the Day of Holy Light Thanksgiving remained bright and striking.

Yet the joy on people’s faces gradually turned into horror!

“Maple Leaf Town is gone?”

“Williams was slaughtered too?!”

Everyone found it utterly unbelievable—it was too absurd to comprehend.

Could it be false news?

Gregor, in particular, was dumbfounded.

He had just been planning to unite with the Imperial army to march on Williams, to capture Cassius and avenge his humiliation.

And now—they were telling him Williams was gone?!

“Has Cassius gone mad?!”

“What the hell is going on?!”

“…”

“I’m afraid… Cassius did it on purpose.”

The one who spoke was Daniels.

He had met similar warlords in the north and understood the minds of such men.

“Someone like Cassius Morgan is a gambler—a complete madman!”

“Since he dared to collude with the Undead, to betray Florence, to betray Oak Town and Maple Leaf Town…”

“He would never leave behind the enormous liability of Williams, waiting for the Empire—or us—to seek vengeance!”

Daniels swept his gaze over the crowd, and said each word slowly and clearly:

“So he simply decided to go all the way!”

“He offered up the entire Williams—along with generations of the Morgan family’s foundation…”

“All of it, as a sacrifice to the Undead!”

“With this ‘offering,’ he would gain greater power and a higher position among the Undead!”

“This… was his token of allegiance!”

Hiss—!

The crowd drew in sharp breaths.

Cruel!

Far too cruel!

To abandon even his own foundation and his own people without hesitation!

Cassius Morgan—

Was even more terrifying than the most vicious Undead!

Gregor ground his teeth in fury, yet a hint of helplessness flashed across his face.

He only hated that he could not tear Cassius apart with his own hands!

Because the man had most likely already embraced the darkness completely—

becoming one of the Undead.

To kill him now? It would be as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Old John’s expression was equally grim.

Cassius’s madness had exceeded even his worst expectations.

To be enemies with such a lunatic—it truly left one sleepless and uneasy…

“May the Lord bless us, may the Angel swiftly purify such an evil human traitor!”

That was all he could pray for in his heart.

Meanwhile, deep within the dungeon—

When the news of Williams’ fall reached Owen and the others,

this group of traitors completely collapsed!

“N-no… impossible…”

Owen slumped to the ground, his face filled with despair. “Even Williams was sacrificed…”

He had become an inside agent for Cassius’s plan, staining his hands with the blood of his own kin.

He had thought he was fighting for the glory of the Morgan family!

He had thought that after success, he would become Cassius’s trusted aide, bringing honor to his family!

But now—

His home was gone!

His elderly parents, his gentle wife, his young son who had just learned to walk…

All had become blood sacrifices in the mouths of the Undead!

Sacrificed by the very lord he had once revered!

“Pfft—!”

A mouthful of blood surged up his throat.

Owen could no longer hold it back—he spat out a great spray of blood, shockingly vivid.

His body convulsed violently, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

His faith had collapsed.

The goal he had fought for proved to be nothing but a lie.

His family destroyed, his loved ones gone.

All hope and attachment had vanished.

The overwhelming absurdity and despair swallowed Owen whole.

He leaned against the wall, his head slowly drooping—

Never to move again.

This most loyal Third-tier Knight under Cassius’s command—his heart had ceased to beat.

Dead… from a broken heart.

“Captain Owen!”

His fellow traitors rushed to his side, crying out in grief and fury.

The last trace of confusion in their eyes vanished—

Only boundless anger and hatred remained!

“Cassius! You beast! You bastard!”

“You betrayed us! You betrayed Williams!”

“May you die a miserable death!!”

A young traitor suddenly lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed firmly on the guards outside the cell.

“Let me out! I want to see Old John!!”

“I have information! About the Undead Legion!”

“I’ll tell you everything! Everything I know!”

“As long as Cassius dies a horrible death—I’ll do anything!!”

Hatred was the best catalyst.

After Owen’s death—

This group of traitors who had lost everything completely turned sides.

They poured out everything they knew, like beans spilling from a sack.

Although it was not high-level intelligence, it still had value.

Old John, Colin, and the others indirectly confirmed one fact—

The entire territory of Earl Ladd belonged to the Rotting Lord, a powerful high-ranking Undead’s personal hunting ground.

There were no other Undead forces involved.

Which meant—

Their final enemy was this Rotting Lord of unknown power!

However, for Lynn, these reports were far less important than the mechanical maid he had been longing for.

He only knew that once his avatar returned to his body—

another round of system rewards had arrived one after another!

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