Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Inspector Lowell stood barefoot on the roof of the Town Hall, silently watching the undead "brawl" two streets away.
Tireless and relentless, these undead were equally noisy both during the day and at night.
Well… perhaps it was more than just noisy…
After being around them for a few days, Lowell could no longer judge these undead to be monsters that had to be eradicated. However, he couldn't exactly consider them friendly either.
As far as it seemed, these special undead displayed extremely high aggression, but it appeared to be directed mainly toward other monsters and themselves. Toward living humans, they still seemed relatively safe. However, if Exile Town wasn't situated in an isolated area but close to the Duchy of Shiga, Lowell was certain he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly at night.
Lowell believed that no settlement of intelligent races would willingly be neighbors with these undead.
Even if they weren't attacked, the constant activity day and night was enough to drive anyone insane.
This was also something Lowell found extremely hard to comprehend—what exactly was Black Mage Yang's purpose in summoning these undead?
If it was to create an undead calamity, then these "Taranthan Undead" weren't chaotic or aggressive enough.
But if he wished to establish a territory, then these "Taranthan Undead" were far too chaotic and disordered, and a tad too aggressive.
Considering his observations along the way and what he had seen and heard upon arriving in Exile Town, Lowell came to the conclusion that Black Mage Yang, who was surely up to something, had gathered a batch of special undead, a group of dubious characters with unclear origins, and a batch of the elderly, weak, and disabled abandoned by human society to play house in the lawless no-man's-land of Taranthan.
…This conjecture was incredibly absurd, but no matter how much thought Lowell put into it, he couldn't find a more reasonable explanation.
But even if he reluctantly accepted this conjecture, there were still many parts that didn't make sense.
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