My Doomsday Simulator Game

Chapter 166 165. Meeting with the Sword Holder

A few hours after Su Hong and the Corpse Demons left, three off-road vehicles drove over from the ice field, and the believers in thick white robes carefully explored the entire Dawn Camp.

The camp was dead silent, with only a mess left, and it was obvious that it had been looted.

The leading man stood in the center of the camp, his frosted brows trembling. He picked up the signal transceiver and whispered, "I am Frost Owl. The Dawn Camp No. 4 has been searched and plundered. Most of the followers of the Lustful Order have disappeared, and no trace of Lady Melanie has been found."

"Electronic intelligence has been cracked by an unknown force. Judging from the traces on the ground... this group of unknown undead went to Xiedong City, and they are likely to support the rebels."

The signal transceiver was silent for a while, and a cold voice came back from the other end, "This is Melanie's own fault. Keep an eye on them to avoid any more accidents."

"Yes, Lord Saint Envoy."

The signal connection was disconnected. In a tent, the followers held the signal transceiver and retreated respectfully. The burly man in a white robe sat on the ice wolf blanket, with a plate of raw meat in front of him.

The coldness on the man's face faded, and his expression returned to indifference. He used a knife and fork to cut the bloody raw meat on the plate.

The fork put the red meat into his mouth, and with the strong chewing, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the man's mouth.

A believer appeared outside the tent, and he said respectfully: "Lord Sal, the camp did not hunt any disaster creatures today, but the third team captured three undead rebels on the ice field today..."

Sal nodded and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, "I want the most tender meat, Chef Daniel knows my taste."

"Yes." The believers retreated, leaving only Sal in the tent to enjoy the meat.

After a long time, Sal suddenly paused, "The undead who can kill Melanie... the meat should be very chewy."

...

On the way to Xiedong City, the Corps of Corpses had just climbed over a hill, and Su Hong suddenly sneezed.

"A-choo!"

"Strange." Su Hong sniffed, "The cold shouldn't affect me."

Helena: "Some mystical studies have shown that sneezing is not necessarily a human body's reaction to temperature and disease, but may also be a mysterious connection with someone."

"Do you still believe this?" Su Hong looked forward, and he seemed to see a glimmer of light in the dark ice field.

Helena answered seriously: "After the end of the world, mysticism has become a very scientific subject, which can help humans study disasters and souls..."

"Helena, let's talk later, there seems to be something going on ahead." He stopped Helena's constant nagging, and his eyes focused on the faint firelight on the ice field.

"Philip, go over and see what's going on."

Philip struggled out of the shadows, merged into the darkness, and flew towards the direction of the firelight.

...

On the vast ice field, a young man supported a middle-aged man walking on the snow. They were wearing thick sweaters and hiding their figures in the dark.

After a while, the younger youth turned around. When he saw a bright light approaching them, his pupils suddenly shrank and he couldn't help whispering, "Uncle Li, those believers are coming in our direction."

The middle-aged man called Uncle Li coughed while covering his mouth, "They have the ability to find traces of the aura of disaster. Liu Fan, let me go. I can't let your father die in vain."

When Liu Fan mentioned this, his eyes instantly turned red, "Uncle Li, I can't run away. If you die, I can't live either. Why don't we ambush them together and fight them."

Uncle Li looked a little hesitant. Although the quality of a soldier told him that hesitation at this time was not a good thing, he still hoped that Liu Fan could leave here.

"Liu Fan, your father asked me to take you back to the shelter before he died..."

"Uncle Liu, we can't go back. There are Dawn Cultists everywhere here." Liu Fan's face was painful, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The blood debt of the sword holder must be repaid with blood."

"Just listen to me this time."

"Okay." The man gritted his teeth, "There are no cowards in the alliance. These damn Dawn Cultists must be taught a hard lesson."

The two stopped moving, crawled on the snow, pulled out their daggers, and waited for the flame to approach like dormant beasts.

Two minutes later, the light of the torch illuminated the snow, and a team of ten Dawn Cultists holding blood crystals approached.

The scarred man in the lead seemed to sense something, suddenly stopped, looked into the darkness, and sneered, "Little mouse, don't think we can't find you hiding here."

Liu Fan was shocked when he heard this. He was about to take action in advance, but was stopped by Uncle Li beside him.

"You're not coming out?" The man said coldly, "What sword bearer? I think it's just a place where a bunch of rubbish gather."

In the darkness, Uncle Li held Liu Fan down and whispered, "Something is wrong. You go first. I'll attract their attention."

"Uncle Li, wait..."

He didn't wait for Liu Fan to finish, and quickly stood up and rushed towards the fire, shouting angrily, "Come on if you dare!"

"Uncle Li!"

The man rushed towards the believers like a moth to a flame. He didn't want to leave alive from the beginning.

"Humph, the tiger's teeth and claws were pulled out, it's just a bluff."

The blood crystal in the believer's hand burst into light, and immediately pierced the man's body.

His face was twisted with pain, and he lost his momentum to sprint, and fell into the snow.

The scarred man sneered and stepped on the man's face with his boots, "A waste is a waste after all, and the sword holder is nothing more than that."

"Since you are so cowardly, I will give you a quick death."

The man drew the long sword from his waist and stabbed him in the head.

"No!" Liu Fan rushed towards the cultist with a dagger in his hand, but the distance between him and the scarred man was too far, and he had no time to stop it.

At this critical moment, Liu Fan seemed to see a black shadow flying past him quickly, and then hit the scarred man.

"Bang!"

The scarred man screamed and flew out.

"Enemy attack!"

"What is that?" Liu Fan hurriedly stopped and looked forward.

The black creature that came to the rescue, its round body floating like a ghost, looked harmless, but saved them.

"Shadow creature? It's a member of the Shadow Legion!" Liu Fan said in surprise.

"Shadow Legion..." Uncle Li turned over with difficulty and looked up. Liu Fan was right. This was indeed a shadow creature, and it was a very powerful one.

"Are we saved?" He murmured, and was helped up from the snow by Liu Fan.

The shadow creature did not speak to them, nor did it continue to attack the group of believers. It just kept confronting the believers, as if waiting for something.

"Wait, does this shadow creature have a master?"

Uncle Li looked back, and in the darkness, the hideous face of the corpse ghost appeared, followed by the knight riding on it, and a whole army of corpse ghosts.

"Corpse...Corpse ghost!" The believers showed a look of fear and fled in panic.