Chapter 130: Nobility (III)
“Dammit! Every single place reeks of undead… who would’ve thought things would turn out this way…”
Strolling in a deserted town someplace, Oliver Arbor sighed.
Despite the sun still being up in the sky, there was barely anybody out and about.
Once upon a time, daytime used to be the hour of the living. However, everything has changed now.
The retreat of Death Knights, the longtime enemies of the undead, enabled them to expand their territories. And for ordinary humans incapable of wielding the power of blessing, even weaker undead who are capable of being under the sun, prove to be plenty dangerous. All the more so, when there is no one to protect them.
Upon sensing the humans’ drop in defense, even dark beings that had not allied with any demon king and kept to themselves, began to make their move.
Oliver is also part of the second category if he had to be placed in one. In the time he spent as a member of Rainel’s army, he slaughtered humans with glee.
Not to satisfy his hunger, but because that was the wish of the wild nature instilled in werewolves.
And even now, those instincts have not disappeared.