Ch.128Derikson Village Purification (2)

“SCREEEECH?!”

The revenants made a very peculiar sound.

It was like the sound of a rusty machine being forcibly moved without any lubricant, and their movements, as they were restrained by Seika, resembled those of a country bumpkin awkwardly moving in ill-fitting clothes.

Fwoosh!

I coated my two swords with aura and incinerated the revenants, which had become as stiff as bamboo stalks, in one go.

“KYAAAAH!!!”

Despite controlling a male body, a high-pitched scream like that of a woman rose high into the sky, and I saw more revenants gathering around me.

However, they didn’t rush at me, and Simon warned me about what they were trying to do instead.

“Party leader! Be careful! They’re trying to erase the marks!”

“Damn it!”

The major weakness of installed marks is that they are extremely vulnerable to external forces.

Since it was impossible to place protective spells on half-baked magic that wasn’t even proper magic, they could lose effectiveness just by being rubbed with fingers, let alone in the midst of the chaotic battle unfolding all around us.

“Tsk! What a waste!”

With no choice, I retrieved the marks to prevent further stamina loss, then once again injected aura into my swords to face the decaying corpses controlled by souls filled with nothing but obsession.

Seeing my sword blades flashing bright blue like they were surrounded by lightning, the revenants hesitated to approach me.

Revenants are those who, at the end of their strong attachment to life, refused even the world’s principle of moving toward death.

However, a sword strike imbued with aura was a soul strike that could return a revenant to death in a single blow.

Just as it takes flesh to defeat flesh, it takes a soul to sever a soul.

Armed with the principle of thorough counterattack, any revenant (also known as super cowards) that dared to challenge me would meet the sun the moment they entered the reach of my sword.

“Come! Who will be the first to head toward death!”

“Kiriruruuk…”

The blue souls attached to the decayed, rotting corpses, whose muscles could be seen convulsing, began to flicker.

And with that, the revenants began to surround me in layers, bizarrely twisting and moving the bodies their souls had seized. I snorted, combined my swords into a spear, and swung it threateningly, cutting down the revenants in front of me.

“Is encirclement all you’ve got? I’ve faced such attacks hundreds of times on the streets!”

“KYAAAAH!!!”

When cut by my aura-infused sword, their bodies went limp like puppets with cut strings, and their souls screamed as they were torn to shreds and rose into the sky.

This is the end for heretics who refused death as their final fate. By this, they shall come to fear me.

“HIEEEEK!!!”

Finally, the revenants, perhaps realizing they couldn’t handle me with their pathetic encirclement, began to tighten their formation and pounce on me.

Front, back, left, right, even flying at me from above—the revenants’ assault was quite threatening, but that was also all they had.

“Worthless creatures!”

BOOM!

I channeled aura into my foot and stomped down, creating a massive shockwave that forced the revenants to struggle to keep their souls from separating from their bodies.

And during that brief moment, I changed my spear back into swords, infused them with aura, and spun my body, shredding the revenants. Their souls were completely severed and placed on the sun’s judgment seat.

I stabbed and killed a revenant charging from the front, withdrew my sword and reversed it to stab the one behind me, then pulled back my sword again, stepped back with my left foot, used it as a pivot to rotate counterclockwise, and slashed the revenants on both sides. Finally, I slightly dodged the revenant pouncing from above and crushed its head with my foot.

The time it took me to take down five revenants was merely 13 seconds.

“Magnificent prowess! I can feel their terror!”

“Of course! You are my master after all!”

As Simon and my wife continued their praise, I, covered in rotten blood, flicked the blood off my sword onto the ground and taunted the necromancer who must be hiding somewhere.

“Ha! I am the Apostle of the Sun! Let the minions who wield evil necromancy and spirit magic come forth and face judgment!”

People, even those already dead, think in amusingly similar ways.

Having survived ambushes on the streets of Parcifal, I was well-versed in countering attacks from all directions, yet they foolishly misjudged their opponent and attempted a 360-degree encirclement.

Whether it was the necromancer’s order or something they improvised themselves, it ultimately didn’t work against me.

However, whether they failed to come to their senses after seeing five revenants become rever/nants in just 13 seconds, or whether they thought they would succeed this time, the remaining revenants began charging at me with screams, and I welcomed them with my two swords.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

Like the sound of empty bones crumbling like cookies, the revenants began to be literally shredded by my enthusiastic dual swordsmanship, and seeing this, the zombies and skeletons began rushing over in panic.

“How dare you!”

“GRAAAAGH!”

CRACK!

But like crops being harvested by a scythe, the corpses and skeletons began to fall to my wife’s swinging halberd, and thus the necromancer’s army, which must have numbered in the tens of thousands, was slowly and visibly diminishing.

“Spirits of the earth! Lend me the power to return these corpses to the soil!”

SWISH! CRACK!

As Simon chanted his spell, the ghouls rushing forward on all fours were entangled by roots stretching from the ground and left dangling, while the elf sisters shot and killed them as if hitting targets.

“37!”

“Eek! 32!”

“Hehehe… You still have a long way to go to catch up to your big sister…”

Seeing them nonchalantly counting kills even in this situation made me wonder if I was taking the fight too seriously, but at least their skills were second to none.

If only they and my woman could use aura as well!

[KIEEEEEK!!!!]

“?!”

“That sound…!”

And just as I was thinking that, a blood-curdling shriek suddenly came from near the village church.

“GRAAAAH!”

“GYARRRK!”

And with that sound, the zombies, skeletons, and ghouls all began moving toward the church at once. Sensing something ominous, Simon and the elf sisters shot flames, lightning, and arrows at the corpses heading in that direction.

Although a considerable number of enemies fell, many still moved toward the church.

Standing awkwardly in the now-empty village square, we were undoubtedly facing a serious crisis.

“Simon…”

“What?”

“How many spells do you have left?”

“…Seven left.”

“…Something’s going wrong. Use the duplication spell to replenish the arrows, and cast a vitality recovery buff.”

“Understood…”

At my command, Simon wiped the blood from his beard, cast a spell to fully replenish the barely ten arrows we had left, and then restored our stamina, which had been depleted by the continuous battle.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

And simultaneously, the sound of something massive approaching came from the direction of the church. Whatever it was, its mass was no joke—the ground was already shaking despite the distance.

“What’s coming toward us?”

Rasiya asked with anxious eyes, but how would I know?

When I looked at Simon, he stared back at me with hardened eyes and said:

“Flesh golem…”

“Shit.”

A flesh golem refers to a golem made of flesh.

Here, golem means giant, so a flesh golem is a giant made by clumping together flesh.

They’re typically animated either by implanting an elemental spirit for autonomous movement or by mages programming them for passive movement… but either way, they were never easy opponents.

At least, since this flesh golem was created by a necromancer, it would be quite different from ordinary flesh golems—that is, with a much more grotesque and disgusting appearance, and matching destructive power.

With that in mind, I requested another buff from Simon.

“Simon?”

“What?”

“Decay resistance buff, poison resistance buff, and paralysis resistance buff too.”

“Got it.”

Soon we became a bit ‘healthier,’ and no sooner had the buff spells finished than a 30-meter corpse giant with the necromancer riding on top revealed itself.

And I declare, that golem was truly, disgustingly grotesque.