"Yes, Master." The young apostle nodded slightly, but soon said with a confused expression: "But Master, why don't we attack the city? As long as we break through the capital, not only can we convert the corpses of warriors, but the food and property they get can be used to fund the village and slow down our crisis in the original world."

"Ahem, do you think I don't want it? But the goddess spokesperson sent an order to us to clear the surroundings of the royal capital. We must not act rashly. It is said that something went wrong in the city of glory and did not cause a major plague."

"No great plague?" There would be no zombies without plague. The young apostle couldn't help but say disdain: "Those guys are really useless."

"It may not be our enemy, and we have come." said the Plague Apostle Elder: "According to the spokesperson, the Plague in the City of Glory only died thousands of soldiers and was controlled. Obviously, they are experienced and experienced, unlike the first time they have dealt with us.":

"And on the other side of the imperial capital, it is worthy of being the center of human beings in this world. We, who pretended to be a poet of the travel, were captured by the other masters as soon as we made a move, and ended up being skinned and cramped."

"Ahem, alas, if it weren't for the forced force of those hateful heretics in the original world, the spokesperson wouldn't have had to get up so early. If my believers of the Goddess of Plague were prepared to get up more fully, they would have probably broken through many big cities at this time..."

Just as these more than a hundred plague apostles were talking about the spokesperson of the goddess of plague, they were in the south of the human empire.

The spokesperson of the goddess of plague, an old man in his 80s, wearing a gray cloak, sat on the snatched jade seat, looking indifferently at the more than 500 plague apostles below cheering among the mountains of gold and silver.

These plague apostles who had been poor all their lives have only seen what luxury and wealth are.

The old man took a sip of red wine and shook his head and said, "Just plundering the wealth of some wealthy families, my subordinates are so excited and abnormal. Goddess, what should I do?"

"Please rest assured, I will be with you forever."

The goddess of plague comforted the old man, but she was also dissatisfied with the greed of her believers. She was just focused on spreading the plague and really didn't know how to master the hearts of people so that these apostles could be pure in their hearts and have no desires, and only focus on serving themselves.
Chapter completed!