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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 192: Undead Sweeping Vice (Teaser)
Viscount Darcy had just finished breakfast when Steward Ford brought news of the west gate falling.
"Cough, cough, cough—" Viscount Darcy put down his cup and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin still around his neck.
"So soon? Didn't the city police conscript roughly eight thousand militia? It shouldn't have ended this early even if it were just eight thousand chickens that were released!" he exclaimed in astonishment.
Steward Ford awkwardly explained, "Well… the entire area around the west gate is swarming with the undead, and none of those who were on the walls have returned. It's really unclear how this battle went."
Viscount Darcy went through another round of violent coughing. "Hold on, what do you mean by none have returned?"
"Lord Adra III, the city hall staff, and the city police. All of them have been captured," the steward said with a strange expression on his face.
"Wh-what?!" The well-nourished old man nearly ripped off his bow tie and napkin in disbelief. "Are you saying that the bastard not only captured Adra II
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