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Chapter 1758 'Death' and 'K' (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
As these deceased rose from the earth, everyone's eyes widened slightly.

The whole world seemed to fall silent at that moment.

Even the frantically fleeing crowd rose to their feet amidst the corpses around them, falling into a brief silence.

This silence was not due to the absence of fear, but rather because surprise momentarily overwhelmed fear, causing a brief period of lapse in concentration.

"Ah—they're alive—"

A piercing scream awakened the deepest fear in people's hearts, and the entire crowd instantly fled even more frantically.

Those bodies that rose from the ground, still covered in blood and mangled flesh, bent over, trying to restore themselves to a state where they could walk normally.

Then they gathered together, opened their hideous mouths, waved their blood-stained hands, and began to charge fiercely into the crowd.

The middle-aged man standing in the crowd was the first to be hit. A corpse rushed over, its mouth wide open and covered in blood, and charged towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man immediately dodged the body, then looked around blankly at the corpses rushing towards the crowd, his eyes flashing with surprise and unknown fear. "What's going on?"

Many of the bodies still had the slogans and signs from the parade attached to them.

Just then, he saw a person hiding behind a stone statue. The attacker smashed the statue with a single punch, grabbed the person by the neck, and lifted him up.

“The followers of Death have revealed their true colors,” the mercenary captain, who had witnessed the scene from a distance, laughed loudly. “I told you before that these followers of Death are greedy and terrifying, but you didn’t believe me at all.”

At that moment, the mercenary carrying a camera behind him raised the camera and aimed it at the frenzied corpses.

To the side and behind these mercenaries, a screen in the shopping mall next to the Rockwell Energy Group building flickered, displaying the scene at that moment.

The footage appeared to be connected to the camera carried by the mercenary, pointed at the frenzied crowd.

However, there wasn't a single Rockwell Energy Group mercenary in the scene, as if all the mercenaries had been deliberately excluded from the frame.

The footage appears to show the dead protesters hunting down ordinary civilians.

"This isn't right." The middle-aged man stared blankly at the huge screen, instinctively sensing that something was wrong.

However, new corpses attacked. As if sensing his strength, this time there were not just one corpse, but three. He had to dodge and try to avoid these attacks.

He didn't know why these corpses had risen from the dead, whether they carried some kind of curse, and he dared not retaliate.

Panic and screams echoed through the quiet square.

In the dense forest not far away, He Ao gently held a pebble in his hand, watching the crazy and chaotic scene unfold.

He had just used this pebble as a medium to spread the power of his divine sense into the bullets and shells, forcibly interrupting their journey.

As for the guns that couldn't be fired, it was because the mercenaries were distracted and accidentally released the safety.

But he really hadn't expected these protesters to come back to life.

According to his knowledge of occultism, even a necromancer would need a certain amount of time to fully control a skeleton.

Puppet masters can complete the manipulation quickly, but they mainly manipulate living people, and they have to do it one by one, so they cannot manipulate too many people at the same time.

None of the C-level talent sequences he knew could achieve this effect in a short time. Of course, it was also possible that a B-level superhuman was involved.

However, considering the current situation, He Ao is more inclined to another explanation.

The current situation is aided by some kind of 'high-level power'.

Even a small amount of high-level power can achieve effects that ordinary superhumans cannot.

Of course, the main issue now is not thinking about that, but how to resolve the current situation.

He Ao glanced at the large television screen not far away, then turned his gaze to the panicked crowd. His eyes quickly landed on several figures in the crowd.

Then he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the raging fire began to burn along the spot where his toes touched, and then spread into the distance.

Soon, the flames quickly spread to the remains.

All the corpses that were attacking frantically stopped at this moment, almost instantly engulfed by the raging flames.

He Ao quietly gazed at the remains. Most of them had not let their souls dissipate naturally, but were imprisoned in their bodies, becoming fuel that drove the bodies to move and release power far beyond that of ordinary people.

In the instant the flames engulfed the remains, he used his super memory to pierce a simple thought into their souls.

'Follow K's beliefs and obey my commands, or become a tool of the corporation.'

If it were a normal situation where the soul gradually dissipates, these deceased people might not be able to understand these thoughts, but in this state, they are likely to be able to understand some of them.

Almost the instant He Ao's thoughts pierced these souls, he vaguely saw one of the remains pause slightly, turn its head, and look around, as if it were re-understanding this world.

But soon, his movements became stiff.

Deep within his soul, a hidden, illusory emblem of tightly closed eyes began to flicker intensely.

His consciousness was suppressed once again, and his body tried to move forward again.

But his movements froze on the spot, because the spreading raging fire was engulfing his body, scorching his soul, and also affecting the power of the emblem, thus affecting his movements.

The Hell Manager's flames can also be used as an attack, but they can only be used against people much weaker than him, burning their souls and bodies with the flames.

At this moment, He Ao applied this ability in a partially extended way, using it to burn the illusory emblem, suppress its power, and restrict the movement of these remains.

The emblem itself is not very powerful, but it seems to be of a very high status and has an excellent influence on the soul.

As the flames of the Hell Manager burned, a faint purple glow covered He Ao's pupils. This glow followed the burning flames, spreading to the bodies engulfed by the flames and penetrating into the souls of the remains.

The emblem in the soul of the first body to move was suppressed first, and after a very short time, it briefly regained movement.

Then, in that instant, his body was engulfed in flames and transformed into a burning skeleton.

He answered Heo's 'call'.

As a complete stranger, I answered the call of the Hell Manager.

Seeing this, He Ao raised his eyes slightly. This situation was actually somewhat unexpected for him. After all, he was essentially trying to exploit a bug in a special state of these remains.

Those warriors who had followed Hawke for many years had begun to dissipate in spirit, but deep within their souls remained their trust in Hawke, so they could naturally respond to Hawke's call.

This is the normal summoning method for Hell Manager.

Because their souls are imprisoned, these corpses may still retain a brief period of cognitive ability, so they might be able to make their own 'decisions' about whether to respond to Heo's call.

But in essence, whether these remains can respond to his call depends on whether their remaining consciousness is willing.

He Ao himself didn't actually have many expectations.

As He Ao watched, one after another, the corpses behind this body lit up with flames, burning fiercely and transforming into skeletal knights shrouded in flames.

Ultimately, nearly a third of the remains accepted Heo's summons, while the remaining individuals were either unconscious or refused the summons.

However, the remains that did not transform into skeletal knights were also enveloped in flames, ceasing their movement and becoming still.

Heo quietly watched the skeletal knights burning with flames.

Normally, it takes a long time to build trust in summoning someone's remains.

The 'connection' between these skeletal knights and the Hell Manager is an almost boundless trust.

At this moment, as the bodies changed, the panicked crowd stared at them blankly and slowly distanced themselves.

The middle-aged man in the center of the crowd watched the skeletal knights nervously. His gaze swept over the mercenary group in front of him, and he vaguely noticed that these 'resurrected' corpses did not seem to attack the mercenaries.

The next instant, the skeletal knights engulfed in flames turned their gazes back to the crowd in front of them.

"Hahaha, these followers of death have evolved!" The mercenary captain laughed as he looked at the situation before him. "I told you all, there's no benefit in believing in these evil god followers."

The cameraman, who had already walked to his side, adjusted the camera and aimed it at the skeleton knights.

Close-ups of these skeletal knights appeared on the giant screen.

All the mercenaries watched this scene, seemingly anticipating some exciting developments.

But the three figures on the outermost edge of the crowd frowned slightly, their eyes flashing with surprise and doubt.

Unconsciously, they took a few steps back and sped away from the crowd.

At this very moment, the skeletal knights also began their operation.

They rushed out quickly, and some of them rescued the people who had been held captive by the corpses. One of them, who was suffocating and almost unconscious, was thrown in front of the middle-aged man by a skeleton knight.

The middle-aged man looked at the figure with some confusion, and after a brief pause, he helped the person up.

Meanwhile, another group of skeletal knights charged toward three figures standing on the outside of the crowd.

The three figures were slightly taken aback when they saw the skeleton knight charging towards them, and then immediately accelerated their retreat.

However, the skeletal knights were clearly faster, arriving in front of them in the blink of an eye.

Flaming hands rose, and phantom fire blades materialized in the hands of these skeletal knights.

Seeing this, the three figures no longer hesitated, but raised their hands and each grasped a skull pendant, as if activating something.

One by one, illusory skeletons rose from the ground, quickly forming a dense swarm of skeleton soldiers.
"It's skeletons!" The figure beside him saw the skeletons and quickly retreated, trying to create distance.

At this moment, the skeleton soldiers had already blocked the way for the skeletal knight.

The moment the flaming sword touched the skeleton soldiers, it sliced ​​them in two. The raging flames engulfed the skeletons' bodies, emitting a sizzling sound in the air.

At this moment, the skeletal knights who had rescued the people had also gathered and attacked the three from the left and right.

The densely packed skeleton soldiers were clearly no match for the skeletal knight's charge and were broken through in a very short time.

The person on the far left was the first to give in. The moment all the skeletons were shattered, the skull pendant in his hand broke, and the skeletal knight burning with flames arrived in front of him.

A purple glow appeared on his body as he tried to resist. At first, this glow managed to withstand the skeletal knight's attack, but it was quickly shattered by the fire blades, which sliced ​​across his body.

The blade did not ignite his body, but it severed his soul.

In the next instant, the burning soul was engulfed in flames, which blazed fiercely.

Seeing this, the figure in the middle did not hesitate and pulled the figure beside him to block the impact, trying to escape.

But he was stopped by the skeleton knight who had circled around from behind.

bang bang-

With two sounds of bone pendants shattering, the souls of the remaining two figures were severed by the Bone Knight, one after the other.

The flames engulfed their souls and then gradually spread to their bodies.

After these battles, the skeletal knights charged back to the frenzied mercenaries.

The mercenaries seemed completely unprepared for the dead they had killed to rush towards them, and hastily released their safety pins to attack the skeletal knights.

The flying bullets quickly passed through the flame-covered skeletons, and they were not killed a second time.

As flames streaked across the sky, the butchers who had been slaughtering indiscriminately finally fell into pools of blood.

The enormous camera rolled to the ground, illuminating the image of the skeletal knight in front of it.

The knights eventually gathered together, and the flames on their bodies gradually disappeared, transforming into a hideous appearance covered in blood.

They finally raised their eyes, glancing once more at the rising sun in the sky, and then at the towering Rockwell Energy Group building behind them, which blocked out the clouds and sunlight.

After a brief pause, they closed their eyes and fell backward.

That last vestige of the soul vanished completely at that moment.

The flames on the surrounding corpses, which had been immobilized by the flames, slowly disappeared. Their bodies fell backward back onto the ground, and their remaining souls dissipated with the breeze.

"So, what's going on here?" The middle-aged man in the crowd looked at the scene blankly. "A civil war has broken out among the followers of Death?"

"It's 'K'! K has appeared!" A figure in the crowd shouted as if struck by a sudden inspiration. "Death is controlling the dead to try and kill us, but 'K' has thwarted His plan!"

The moment the figure's voice faded, the image on the distant advertising screen was abruptly cut off.

On a higher hillside not far away, a gaunt figure stood in the woods, gazing at the plaza ahead with a somber expression. "A bunch of fools. But who exactly is that?"

He glanced up at the large screen where the live stream had been cut off, then turned around, ready to leave.

Then, he suddenly stopped.

An elderly man with white curly hair was standing not far behind him, calmly watching him.

Those brown-gold eyes reflected a faint glow in the morning sun.