Biscuit Tang had only been locked in the warehouse for a short time when he heard his father's fearful scream from outside: "Bishop Anselin, how... How can it be you? No—!"

After the terrifying scream of his father and the heavy fall to the ground, Biscuit Tang knew his father was in trouble! Yet, even in this moment, Biscuit Tang didn't have the urge to roar out and rush out of the warehouse to rescue his father. Because, just as Biscuit Tang heard his father's screams from behind the warehouse door, he also heard a kind of seemingly real yet illusory voice, as if countless demons were whispering.

These voices, accompanied by a chilling evil aura, seeped into the warehouse through the cracks in the door, making the already cold warehouse even colder. This chilling atmosphere penetrated Biscuit Tang's body, extinguishing not only his rising fighting spirit and anger but also instilling extreme fear in him, rendering him unable to move or make any sound due to the overwhelming terror.

In the extreme fear that gripped him, Biscuit Tang had no time to ponder what terrible creatures might be outside. Because at this moment, he had to continuously gasp in a quick and low manner to maintain his breathing effectively, preventing himself from falling into a state of shock due to excessive fear.

After some time, the sounds of fighting and screams outside the warehouse gradually ceased, and the demonic whispers that seemed to echo disappeared from Biscuit Tang's ears. Relieved from the extreme fear, Biscuit Tang cautiously waited inside the warehouse for a while. After confirming there was no more movement outside, he gathered the courage to open the warehouse door and cautiously returned to the kitchen.

Upon returning to the kitchen, Biscuit Tang immediately saw his father lying at the entrance. Biscuit Tang hurried over to check on his father and found that his father's chest had completely collapsed under some tremendous force. However, faced with his father, who had already passed away, Biscuit Tang's grief was about to erupt again but was once again engulfed by a terrifying sense of jealousy.

Because, just as Biscuit Tang was about to close his father's eyes, his father suddenly emitted a series of lifeless "uh-uh" sounds. At the same time, the whites of his father's eyes gradually turned red as blood continued to flow in. Then, his father's body began to convulse violently, rapidly withering into a zombie at a visible speed.

Biscuit Tang was almost scared to death by the sudden scene happening to his father. He hastily placed his father's body down, terrified, and moved towards the kitchen door. But at this moment, even more terrifying things happened. As soon as Biscuit Tang stepped out of the kitchen, he saw several guards from Blackstone Castle mechanically getting up from the ground not far away. Of course, like Tang's father, these guards were not miraculously resurrected but had all turned into zombies without exception.

In addition to the zombies staggering to their feet in the distance, the guards lying haphazardly on the corridor floor also began to stir. All the elves, who were killed by unknown means, transformed into zombies with hollow roars, standing up again.

Although Biscuit Tang was petrified by the scene before him, this indescribable sense of fear also stimulated his survival instinct. Finally, Biscuit Tang managed to move his feet before all the bodies on the scene were transformed into zombies and noticed his existence. He ran into the kitchen once again.

Although petrified by what he had just seen, this indescribable sense of fear also stimulated his survival instinct. Finally, Biscuit Tang managed to move his feet before all the bodies on the scene were transformed into zombies and noticed his existence. He ran into the kitchen once again.

Biscuit Tang took another painful look at his father, who was struggling to get up and had completely turned into a zombie, and then jumped into the garbage chute located behind the kitchen, specifically used for dumping garbage. Biscuit Tang slid down the garbage chute all the way into the garbage room at the bottom of Blackstone Castle. Biscuit Tang crawled into one of the garbage carriages, which was filled with garbage, and hid there for two days and two nights before finally being lucky enough to be taken away by a garbage worker for disposal. This was how Biscuit Tang became the only lucky survivor to escape from Blackstone Castle alive.

"Looking back now, hiding in the garbage pile was also quite terrifying. Because, after the incident at Blackstone Castle, the group of guys who continued to clean the garbage room were actually the workers who had been turned into zombies. So, if my luck had been a little worse at the time, those zombies would have found me and torn me to pieces." Biscuit Tang touched his neck, feeling somewhat frightened.

Then, he sighed heavily and said, "You guys don't know how horrifying it was when my father turned into a zombie. Ah! I will never forget that scene. Even for a long time afterward, whenever I closed my eyes, that terrifying image would appear before me."

"I'm sorry for bringing back those bad memories," Han Yun said apologetically after hearing Biscuit Tang's ordeal.

Biscuit Tang hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Han Bro, I'm fine. It's been so long since it happened, and I'm no longer afraid of those scenes! Now, I only hate Anselin more. Because from my father's dying call and the fact that shortly after that brawl, Anselin once again became the Archbishop of the Black Magic Association, it can be seen that Anselin was the one who killed my father and the guards of Blackstone Castle."

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Speaking of this, Biscuit Tang first fiercely swung his fists at the air, then said, "As for my father, since Blackstone Castle continued to operate after the incident, it indicates that those who were turned into zombies continued to hold their positions. So, my father should also be working in the kitchen after becoming a zombie. Ah! Anyway, my father's greatest joy in life was cooking in the kitchen. Well, now, his dream has finally come true!"

Seeing Biscuit Tang joking about his deceased father like this, Han Yun and Dao Lao couldn't help but admire his courage. However, Han Yun was still unsure and asked, "Are you really sure your father is still working as a chef in Blackstone Castle? Wouldn't he be assigned to other positions after becoming a zombie?"

Chapter 102: The Bloody Truth Behind the Zombie Legion

Biscuit Tang waved his hand in response. "No, because although Anselin slaughtered all the people in Blackstone Castle and turned them all into zombies to regain control of the Black Magic Association and Blackstone Castle, the castle's interior is still running smoothly. Therefore, Blackstone Castle still regularly distributes the traditional blessed elf biscuits to ordinary Dac elves. I've tasted the biscuits they distribute; they taste just like the ones my father used to make."

As Biscuit Tang spoke, he seemed to be savoring the taste of the elf biscuits his father had personally made. So, he carefully examined the biscuit in his hand before putting it in his mouth and chewing it carefully, as if it were made by his father.

Afraid that Biscuit Tang would fall into a melancholic mood again, Han Yun quickly changed his tone. "So, how did you two meet then?"

"Ah! The war between the Dac and the Leit elves has been going on for who knows how long! Many have even forgotten why the war between the two tribes started, and naturally, some have grown tired of it," Biscuit Tang began.

He then pointed at the Leit elves and continued, "The Leit elves originally sought peace and a free life. However, under the temptation of wealth, they gradually became corrupt, forgetting loyalty and even instigating wars for personal gain."

"However, despite the overall change in the Leit elves' mentality, there are still a small number of them who adhere to their original way of life and thinking. They insist on living deep in the forests and grasslands, living close to nature rather than residing in stone castles and enjoying luxurious lives. They oppose the greed displayed by the Leit elves in their dealings with the Dac elves, believing it is not a noble characteristic of the Leit elves. They refuse to participate in the war, believing that war cannot solve problems but only further destroys their homeland, forcing them to leave their peaceful lives behind."

"With this attitude, these Leit elves were soon regarded as deviants and were ostracized by the Leit elf tribe. Later, as the war progressed, these Leit elves were either forced to comply with the compulsory conscription order under the interference of the White Magic Association and sent to the front lines to fight, or they were driven out of the forests and grasslands and exiled near the borders of the two tribes, left to fend for themselves."

"At this point, Biscuit Tang pointed to the Dac elves present and continued, "Among these Dac elves, some became addicted to the immense power of Mum energy due to the backlash of black magic. After Anselin found a cure and removed the backlash from them, they became fearful of black magic. They saw it as a terrible magic that would lead them to destruction and began to distance themselves from black magic and other Dac elves who were still practicing it."

"Then, there were some Dac elves whose limited talents prevented them from achieving higher levels of black magic. After a long time, they grew tired of practicing black magic. So, they began to distance themselves from it and no longer cared about the war waged to obtain the raw materials for making elf biscuits. Instead, they started trying to find other ways of life that suited them better, leading peaceful lives away from the flames of war."

Biscuit Tang checked the biscuits baking in the oven and continued, "These two types of Dac elves, because of their distance from black magic and even their desire to distance themselves from the way of life of the Dac elf tribe, naturally would not be accepted by the Dac elves and were seen as rubbish."

"However, unlike the Leit elves, who still 'caringly' offered two choices to the deviants within their tribe, these Dac elves, completely dominated by their warlike genes, wouldn't offer two choices like the Leit elves did. Whether you agreed or not, you would be forcibly conscripted and sent to the battlefield to fight the enemy. You see, for these elves who had long distanced themselves from black magic and had significantly lower combat effectiveness, they definitely wouldn't be of much use on the battlefield. So, in their eyes, the actions of the Black Magic Association were just trying to make them cannon fodder on the battlefield."

"However," Biscuit Tang suddenly changed his tone, "What these elves didn't expect was that the so-called battlefield they were assigned to was not within the territory of the Leit elves but in a remote area within the Dac elf territory. Here, they weren't meant to fight the Leit elves but to await a massacre."

"Wait for a massacre? What does that mean?" Dao Lao frowned, seeming to have some ominous thoughts.

"Yes, it's massacre," Biscuit Tang said decisively. "Once these Dac elves were sent to the so-called battlefield, they were immediately required to join the fight. But the enemies they faced were not the Leit elves; it was the zombie legion of the Dac tribe. Then, the undead legion would simply slaughter all these Dac elves as if it were a walk in the park."

"Why? Why would the Dac elves massacre their own kind?" Han Yun asked in astonishment.

"It was only later that we found out. It turns out these so-called 'trash' Dac elves were deliberately sent there to serve as live combat training for the zombie legion. And after they died, their bodies would be used as raw materials for making zombie soldiers, sent into the smelting furnace. And they have the audacity to call it turning trash into treasure, all for the sake of creating greater value for the Dac elf tribe."

"And then, the Black Magic Association would publicly declare that these Dac elves were all murdered by the Leit elves. This way, not only could they successfully cover up the crime of killing their own kin, but they could also continue to provoke the nerves of the Dac elves, keeping their hatred for the Leit elves alive and ensuring their full commitment to this battle."

Biscuit Tang snorted with resentment. "Hmph! Those heartless murderers, it's hard to imagine what despicable acts they wouldn't stoop to! Thankfully, there was an execution overseer who couldn't bear to assist in the massacre of his own people by black magic. He used a corpse to disguise himself as someone who was accidentally killed by zombie soldiers during execution supervision, successfully fleeing from that army and meeting us. Otherwise, we would never have known that the Black Magic Association was still secretly engaged in such bloody deeds."