In the sky, an ominous yellow glow had appeared at some unknown time.
It was like the last twilight of the setting sun, carrying an ominous sensation, filled with a sense of ruin and decay.
Under the Yellow Heaven, there was an innumerable army of the undead from the west.
These were the four major legions stationed at the front lines by the Clement Kingdom.
By this time, they had all been transformed into the undead, even launching counterattacks against their own defensive lines.
"Damn the commanders, they deceived us!"
Arnold felt his hands trembling as he clutched his gun, "It wasn't some guerrilla squad at all. The entire frontline legions are finished... Those Easterners, the Easterners..."
Although he had heard of mysterious beings, he himself had no professional rank.
After all, he was just a new recruit, without any remarkable talents, he was not seen as someone to be promoted to a Soldier!
