Inside the warehouse, the man hanging in midair wore an expression of terror.
Holding the Roar of Abomination, Toma, a demigod from the Rose School, was very pleased with his expression.
In Egicol City, he had captured a member of the Iron and Blood Cross Order.
Unfortunately, the man's rank in the Iron and Blood Cross Order was too low.
He knew nothing about the organization's headquarters, only that it had members in Trier, including some high-ranking core members.
So Toma and the other members of the Rose School had come to Trier.
Over the next few days, they had located several members of the Iron and Blood Cross Order.
The man before him was one of them.
"I... I can't tell you."
The man struggled to speak through the noose. "If I reveal anything, they'll kill me!"
Toma laughed. "You know what? You'll die all the same if you don't talk."
"And after you die, I'll enslave your spirit and put your corpse to work too. By then, you'll realize that eternal rest is a wonderful thing."
As Toma spoke, figures staggered toward them.
They were the man's companions, but now they were corpses.
Some had their heads turned 180 degrees, their necks twisted like braided rope; others had distorted limbs and joints bent backward; still others had daggers buried in their chests, blood continuing to flow.
Though each had died differently,
they were all moving now, even shedding chunks of flesh or bits of their innards as they walked.
Zombies!
These corpses had become zombies.
The man in the noose gasped, his face flushed red. "I'll talk! Let me down! I can't breathe!"
With a swish, the rope slid down, dropping him onto the cold floor.
Enduring the pain, the man said, "I don't know much. All I