Chapter 46: Corpses Out of Their Coffins

The two arrived at the Grave Site. Just from the front gate, there was countless coffins outside, lying in wait for someone to dig a grave for them.

Rueben and Gwynne parked the cart in a safe yet close location before grabbing the essential and walked towards the entrance.

The whole Grave Site was locked and guarded by a stone wall that already have plant life spreading across its cracks. Its gates was made from steel and intricately designed by someone, yet it was already filled with rust.

The surrounding area was filled with rotting plants, the ground had cracks all over. It also didn't help that it was dark as hell inside the space that they were currently in.

They only managed to see this much because their eyes were much more used to working in the dark.

Rueben touched the ground, then looked at the gate. Gwynne cocked the rifle and hung it over her shoulder, looking around calmly.

"This place should atleast be a few decades old." Rueben concluded after studying the dried and rotting plants, the rust on the gate and the cracking ground.

Gwynne looked at him, then softly slapped his head, "Dumbass, of course it would be a few decades old. This kind of designs are mostly used by the generation before ours."

"Before ours? You mean before the virus?" He stood up and looked at her, intending to know more. After all, knowledge is king.

She softly nodded her head and followed after Rueben, who started walking towards the gate.

"Yes. These kinds of designs, using swirls and sharp turns to create these type of symbols were once used by our predecessors before the pandemic."

Rueben took out a hammer and started banging on the lock.

"These types of gates were famous back then, many would pay to have gates like these in their mansions. There were even some who would design their doors with these to make it look elegant and sophisticated." She sighed softly.

Her eyes turned nostalgic, "Now, everyone is too busy to survive that they have forgotten how to create or even form such things. Etiquette, manners and customs are forgotten by the world after the pandemic fell."

Bang!

After a last hit, the lock was destroyed. Then he opened the gate, "Then that's too bad. But in return of losing our artistic sense, our combat skills and physical bodies improved."

Gwynne went silent, before nodding her head in agreement. The two entered and followed the path, Rueben looking forward without any hesitation while Gwynne looked at the gate and softly sighed.

Then she turned her head forward and took the rifle.

The two walked for a short time before finding a large open area filled with coffins of all kinds of sizes.

The coffins were made from wood, the wood was clearly old and rotting, maggots were all over the coffins. They might have already created nests inside these coffins.

The coffins were also made crudely, as if someone wanted to just create coffins for thousands of dead people. The coffins were made in haste and didn't really have much perfections, only a lot of flaws and holes inside.

But the weirdest thing was that all these coffins were opened. Even the lid was all over the place as if someone had ransacked the entire place and didn't clean.

Rueben looked over, then started searching for something that they could use while Gwynne looked around from behind Rueben, guarding him.

"These marks here makes it clear that the corpses inside these coffins got out all on their own, there was no outside interference." Rueben muttered, then he turned to look at Gwynne.

"We're dealing with—"

""Corpsewalkers""

The two said at the same time.

Gwynne clicked her tongue in annoyance, "But how would they turn into Corpsewalkers anyway? They would need to have God's blood injected to their Blood Organs for them to be created."

Corpsewalkers, they were dead people injected with God's blood. With the God's Blood inside them, their body functions, this includes organs, bones, muscles, veins and many more are able to function as if they were alive. Even if the cells of their bodies were dead, with the special properties of God's Blood, it would be able to reverse such a state.

Though what makes them different from revival was that Corpsewalkers had their brain completely isolated from the body. Meaning, there was nothing powering the brain, this essentially means they are a walking dead, a zombie.

But different from zombies, these guys could heal from their wounds by a small margin, and would be able to combine with other Corpsewalkers to become stronger and create different variants of such beings.

The strongest Corpsewalkers would be able to regain the functions of their brain and could command the other Corpsewalkers.

This made them a terrible opponent to fight, especially if there were groups of them.

"Corpsewalkers are also naturally attracted to one another, like a magnet. So there would be a high chance that we might fight against a commander class."

Gywnne nodded her head in agreement.

The two chatted for a while before Rueben searched the whole place clean.

"Except for a few pieces of rugs and torn clothes, i see no other things that we need to ransack..."

Then the two became still.

They looked out in the darkness and saw countless men. Men in suits colored black looked at them with wide eyes, in their hands scimitars of all kinds.

The shadows around them bloomed in total darkness,

Their eyes maddened and filled ruthlessness,

Their skin rotten, sogging and worms crawling;

Their teeth sharper than a rusty sword,

their cells abandoned its longing.

Corpses out of their coffins, For all the world to see.

Their bodies gone rotten, Their fate with life are never meant to be.

Now they walk the land once more, their souls gone ablaze, burned to cinders and gore

The bodies only have emptiness within, like a bland, blank piece of paper, empty desolate souls.

The twisted souls stood still, staring at them from all directions.

Rueben held the dagger lightly and turned to Gwynne, who was calmly studying the corpses.

"They are corpsewalkers alright."

Her eyes narrowed, "Just not the normal ones that we find on the surface."

Nodding his head, he turned to the walking dead and asked, "What's different?"

She turned her head and made eye contact, her eyes narrowed, she said solemnly, "Their skins are unusually warm, much like a person."

***

Aria stood before the thousands of Paladins, Nuns and Priests, all ready for combat. For war as what her great god commanded her to do.

The Paladins wore white silver armors tainted in red, as if blood has soaked these armors. In their arms all kinds of weapons that they were talented to use. Each one has a bloodthirsty and dominating aura, scaring even the bravest of men to pissing his pants.

The Nuns wore red dresses, completely red, unlike their previous pure white dress, this uniform of their were more suited for combat and mobility. Behind their backs were tools and boxes used for medical reasons and above their head were bird masks.

The Priests on the other hand, looked abnormal. Their faces covered with red cloth, having two eye sockets for vision. They were white and red robes mixed with scarlet linings.

Each and everyone of them had a crest, a Red Moon on the center and 6 arms behind it that acted as wings while 4 eyes on the center of the moon's body stared down at anyone who looked at the crest.

This was the new crest of the Crimson Moon Church, now a dangerous force for the whole continent.

Aria smiled softly and raised both of her hands, "It has been months since i trained each and everyone of you. The time for Salvation is nigh. EVERYONE!"

She screamed, her voice filled with deranged faith and devout worship for her god.

"WE MUST PREACH THE TEACHINGS OF THE CRIMSON MOON FOR ONLY THROUGH WORSHIPPING THE CRIMSON MOON WOULD SAVE US! LET US GIVE SALVATION TO OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS!!"

She then pointed at a certain direction, towards somewhere where her god pointed for her to go.

She grinned, her smile cracking, her lips stretching all the way to her ears.

"MARCH FORWARD, MY BROTHER AND SISTERS! FOR THE CRIMSON MOON IS BY OUR SIDE!"

The Crimson Moon Church has moved. The many factions left behind have felt the disturbance and prepared.

Arshavin was looking towards the direction of the church with narrowed eyes, his gaze never leaving that direction.

He then turned to look at the vast city behind him and let out a soft grin.

"Oh, my Crown. May your wisdom and benevolence protect our home."

Far beyond the sea, a doll opened its eyes, it turned its pupils towards a certain direction, staring there for a moment before closing jts eyes.

Even though that certain direction was behind her, the doll had not moved. Her pupils went literally on the back of her head to look.

The whales around her sang a song, making lullabies for her.

War was coming. The ones beyond were finally ready to conquer the chess board.

***

Back to Rueben.

He was now outside the Grave Site. Finding nothing worth carrying, they planned on going to the Weapon Cache.

He wanted to find a suitable weapon to efficiently kill monsters. He could probably kill beasts with his bare hands but that would be quite inefficient and wastes countless energy.

As a Hunter, he must strive to hunt a beast as efficiently and cost effectively as possible. Only through having more energy can one hunt more.

Just as they were about to start moving, they felt a sudden chill and turned to look towards a certain direction with wide eyes.

They looked towards that direction for a moment, waiting for something to happen before they got confused.

"...What was that feeling i got?"

Gwynne clicked her tongue, "You felt that?"

Nodding his head, Gwynne narrowed her eyes into a squint, "Something bad is about to happen, im sure."

They chatted for a while before they started their journey.

Although they felt that something bad was about to happen, they didn't know what was, and they also didn't want to think about such useless things.

They desired to get out of this labyrinth. Once they do, they'll be able to know why they had that feeling.