episode_0016
by adminHundreds of undead arise where the dark magic spreads.
The exploded pieces of flesh come together to form a disgusting shape, and the corpse that was still intact changes into a terrible form with an ominous sound.
It is a sculpture of malice that seems to have gathered together and embodied all kinds of negative emotions, such as hostility, murderous intent, jealousy, and hatred toward living things. Just looking at it evokes the fear of ‘death’ that lies at the root of human beings.
It is on a different level from the low-level zombies caused by ‘Animate Dead’. While that is closer to puppetry, where a corpse without a soul to control the body is manipulated according to the necromancer’s will, ‘Undead Rise’ is closer to necromancy, where an unclean soul is incarnated in a corpse and controlled by it.
Because there is a soul, there is intelligence, and that intelligence is fully expressed as hostility toward life. There are no words to describe its persistence and viciousness.
Before I could give an order, the undead that arose ran out and started harming those who were still alive.
There are some that cut into pieces with their long fingernails, and there are others that crawl along with their bloated bodies and devour them whole.
But that doesn’t mean they don’t listen to my orders. Just a few words can make you like a gentle sheep.
But what is needed now is hostility toward the living.
Even in its current state, there would be no problem in massacring civilians and dealing with guards, etc., but in case of an unexpected situation, I added more magical power to the three animals that had particularly strong unclean energy.
“Spread this way, this way, this way, killing everything they can find. Don’t leave even a single rat behind.”
Glottis on the left, right, and back. Divide the group into three directions and send them out. Since they instinctively sense the energy of the living, hiding or running away is nearly impossible. I can take care of the rest of the front port and the direction of the castle myself.
Actually, mine was closer to the main one. The ones that could be considered proper soldiers were running out of the palace after hearing the explosion.
The life reaction required for mana detection is about 500. There is no sense of special energy that warrants caution.
This is why it doesn’t work. Even if a massacre of this magnitude occurs, the Sword Master, who can be called the only force, never goes to the front line. It’ll be right next to the dirty little pig called the king. Even though it is clear that he knows that his best chance of winning is to join forces with his soldiers while preserving his strength.
If possible, I wanted to deal with everything at once and then replace the Sword Master’s soul as well. However, if you take the time to add variables, you can process them later and feed them.
There were still unclean souls overflowing and wailing around me. Their souls were polluted by a spell that exploded the corpse of a whale pickled in poison, and they were full of resentment. However, because they exploded to death close to evaporation, not even fragments of the corpse remained, so they could not even be raised.
As I extend my hand into the air and draw in my magic, the overflowing souls swirl around and are sucked into my grasp.
-Kyaaa!!
yet. Not yet. The opportunity to supply souls on such a large scale is truly rare.
He pours in magical energy to suppress the struggling souls who are mixed up and threatening to explode, and continues to suck in and compress the souls. So that not a single unclean soul flows.
When all the souls were finally gathered in my hands and the ringing in my ears stopped.
“[Summon Banshee Queen]”
A flower bud appears using the unclean soul as nourishment.
This is not an undead worthy of ministry at my level.
If it weren’t for the current situation where I could break the hierarchy, have a body overflowing with magical power, and draw in thousands of unclean souls, I wouldn’t have even dared to try.
Of course, even taking that into account, it is clear that this is an incredibly arrogant challenge.
All I believe in is a talent so vicious that it turns the world against me.
Hold the flower bud that has not yet bloomed gently with both hands and pour in your magic little by little.
‘Little by little… delicately.’
Continuously change the quantity, quality, flow, properties, and patterns of the magic power flowing in and observe the response of the flower buds.
The flower bud I summoned is close to a kind of door. A small door for communication with the Banshee Queen.
The act of channeling magical power is, so to speak, the process of inserting thousands or tens of thousands of keys into the door one by one to find the right key.
Even if you insert all the keys, the door may not open, but this is the only way.
The Banshee Queen liked the possibility of the key I showed her and opened the door herself.
If you can’t open the door with your own hands, you should at least open the door yourself and ask them to come out.
The response of the changing flower buds is analyzed according to the changing magic power, and the magic power is changed again by reflecting the results.
Change, analyze, change, analyze.
It is truly an impossible feat without overwhelming sensitivity and computational power.
Although the answer was quickly approached by making several changes in a second, the remaining time was running out.
In order to maintain this small flower bud, it was necessary to provide nutrients called souls, and so far, many souls have dried up and perished.
This is not enough.
The more you concentrate, the hotter your head becomes and the longer your thoughts become longer.
The feeling that time is split into small pieces and everything around you seems to have stopped. Thinking accelerates at a speed that is incomparable to when dealing with Goblin Warriors.
My own body is stuffed in frozen time and I cannot even blink my eyelids, but my thoughts move freely through the split time and give me an overwhelming sense of elation.
An absurd talent that allows him to enter a state of accelerated thought at will. However, the body that contains that talent is extremely low in return.
If you waste time intoxicated with omnipotence, the heat burning inside your head will melt your brain and turn it into a paste.
Data collection has been sufficiently completed.
All that remains is to extract and analyze data that showed heterogeneous responses, create a number of cases by combining each element, and derive the optimal result through simulation.
Thousands of magic patterns appear in my head at the same time, and they break up into small pieces and then come back together to create a new magic pattern.
It is infinitely black, as if it would absorb all the light in the world, but it is a noble black color with a subtle luster.
The flow was haughty and effortless, like a noble lady’s steps, and the pattern gave off an elegant yet strange feeling, like a peacock spreading its wings.
‘This is it.’
It feels instinctive. This key will be able to open the door.
By inserting the key into the flower bud, the acceleration of the accident, which had reached its limit, calmed down.
“…did you get rid of it?”
is not it? Why is it so quiet?
I put my head close to the unresponsive flower bud and tap it with my finger as if knocking.
“Is there anyone there? Open the door… Kieee! My eyes!”
As the flower buds opened, paradoxically, a dark yet brilliant cluster of light burst out and struck my eyes.
Due to the excessive amount of light, my eyes automatically closed tightly and tears came out.
In this helpless body, my eyesight was at least within the normal range, but it felt a little damaged due to what had just happened.
I waited until the tears dried naturally and then carefully opened my eyes.
Because I felt like a bug was crawling between my squinted eyes, I kept my eyes squinted for a while to allow them to adjust, and then opened them properly.
In fact, it doesn’t really matter whether your eyes are damaged or not. If it breaks down, you can just get a new one and transplant it.
What matters is whether you succeeded or failed in summoning the Banshee Queen.
Maybe it was successful. It is against commercial ethics to fail with such a spectacular effect.
Naturally, I lift my gaze and look into space.
The beautiful figure of the large and majestic Banshee Queen was not there.
“En? If I do this, I’ll be out.”
I guess my eyes were broken and I couldn’t see, so I rubbed them and looked again, but there was nothing in the air.
Of course, there were no unclean souls filling the surroundings, and the magic power that was overflowing to the point of bursting had dried up to the point where the bottom was visible.
While I was in a state of despair, I felt a faint tapping on my palm and looked down to see something very small wriggling in my palm.
– hungry.
“I feel so anxious…”
Raise your palm and observe something small.
A very small girl, the size of my fist, dressed in a black robe with a gothic dress underneath and shiny black hair, was glaring at me with her big eyes raised.
Looking at the weak morale characteristic of undead, I think it was the Banshee Queen I summoned, but its inherent magical power was so weak that it was difficult to regard it as a high-ranking undead.
I don’t know the exact cause-and-effect relationship, but it seems like I was only half-successful because I was greedy for going off topic.
– Give me food.
Perhaps the Banshee Queen liked me and accepted the contract, but my class was so different from mine that the contract had to be concluded in this deteriorated form.
Deep down, I was prepared for this to happen. The Banshee Queen is a high-level undead.
Unfortunately, it may not be possible to use it with immediate power, but it has the advantage of being able to grow together with me from now on.
“Yes, yes. I’ll give you food. Because I’m coming over there right now.”
At just the right time, five hundred soldiers from the castle began to surround me.
“Hey. Why are you doing this without even saying hello? Aren’t you curious about what happened?”
The soldiers did not even attempt any conversation, but just glared at me with murder in their eyes.
As soon as he saw me, he must have become convinced that I was the culprit and that I should be killed immediately. Just like the mercenaries who fell behind in my hands.
They are trying to execute the sentence by accusing him of being a criminal without even listening to the circumstances.
This kind of behavior by public authorities that borders on violence cannot be tolerated by civilized people.
Everything that happens from now on is self-defense.
“ character. Let’s eat.”
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