I Became The Academy Necromancer - Chapter 139
I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 139
139. Shattered Faith
“Ha ha ha ha!”
The loud laughter of the great commander is mixed with the sound of rain and spreads through the Great Forest of Marias.
Even with the pouring raindrops, the fire of the huge Horua that rose from the center of the village did not shake, so the Marias sat around it and enjoyed the festival while grilling and eating meat.
Rainwater would mix, but for those living in the great forest, the amount of rainwater entering their food was not a problem.
“Gryphon is no big deal!”
“Guardian Knights? Our ancestors are with us!”
“Long live Lord Horua! Long live the Great Warrior!”
The Marias raise a toast and enjoy the victory. Looking at them, the warrior looks at the shaman next to him with a satisfied smile.
On the contrary, Chon’s expression darkened with a resolute smile.
“It’s not winning, it’s keeping. Have you forgotten what our original purpose was?”
At those words, Balczar’s expression hardened as he was enjoying the victory as if he was about to fly away.
Chon urges him as if waking him up from a moment of sweet victory.
“There is no turning back now. In order to survive, we must claim some of the lands of the griffins once again.”
“Yes, I know.”
A war that has just begun.
But Balkzaar had his own confidence. Now he is not a human being, but a being close to a half-god.
Although I know that it is a flame that cannot last forever, and will be extinguished someday. The flame will last until the tribesmen lay the groundwork for their livelihood.
Because Horua abandoned the forest and participated in the war for him.
At that time, a woman urgently ran.
During this time they were having fun together, she said to Balkhzaar and Chon with a nervous expression.
“Wait, Grand Master! The woman has been complaining of labor pains since a while ago, and it looks like she will have to give birth right away.”
I heard that a pregnant woman named Illuania, who was taken hostage, complained of pain, but has it already happened?
After thinking for a while, the warrior nodded his head slightly.
“Go ahead. Above all else, the lives of the hostages are of the highest priority.”
“Ah, I see!”
A woman who turns around and runs away. The corners of Chon’s mouth drew an arc after hearing the story from the side.
“Good. We have another plate to block the memorial service on our side.”
“Besides, if it’s a child, it’s easy for us to handle as a hostage.”
Honestly, even the great warrior knows that this is not the right thing to do. To kidnap a pregnant woman and treat her child as a hostage?
However, he sacrificed himself for the Marias and the great forest.
yeah, that’s what happened
Fighting for them is enough.
when i thought so
It was a horrifying scream.
With a deep resonance, it penetrated the forest and gave ominous sound to the sound of heavy rain.
But it didn’t end there.
[Why do I have to die? I haven’t done anything wrong so why do I have to die?]
[All you have to do is kill that bastard, why am I the first?]
[Save me, save me, save me, save me, save me, save me.]
[May I ask here? But is the lady really okay?
[I heard that there are many monsters in this forest, so first.]
[Belle’s arm was crushed, Delan’s eyeball was gouged out, Halla’s leg was amputated. I thought I was the only one left alive, but my head was smashed.]
[I told you to be careful, but I didn’t tell you to leave me.]
The ghosts gathered high in the sky pour out their own stories and resentments and appeal for their own death.
The Marias, who were having a festival, fell into confusion, but the great warrior bit his teeth and took out his spear that was placed next to him.
“Bring the hostage! The memorial service has arrived!”
Could it be because it soaked up the pouring rainwater?
The spear he always carried with him now had a strange weight to it.
This situation is not unexpected since we touched the spirit of the memorial service.
However, if you show a pregnant woman, especially during childbirth, you won’t be able to move recklessly.
Thinking so, the Daejeon Commanded.
For some reason, the shaman Chon didn’t follow his orders and was smirking while looking up at the sky.
The appearance of countless souls, as if the scene he had been waiting for was unfolding before his eyes.
“Chon… … ?”
When Valkzaar called out his name with ominous feelings, Chon shook his head trembling in anticipation.
“He says he is not a warlock even though he is a warlock.”
“What are you talking about! Hurry up and get the hostage!”
“Do you really think that can prevent this disaster?”
“… … .”
I was wondering what the heck that meant.
Though the accident was not clearly connected, he seemed to know that Chon had other thoughts and that he was being used.
Valkzaar threatens Chon with his spear at the end of Chon’s neck.
“You bastard! What is the purpose!”
“I needed to see it.”
A spear grazed the tip of his neck, and even though blood was pouring out, Chong continued to look up at the sky.
The feast of countless souls who died in this land full of stories.
“He had the continent’s chosen talent! I obtained the Devil’s Stone, which was called both a blessing and a curse! I even found the most suitable teacher for myself!”
A voice that gets louder.
Now, to Balczar, Chon seemed to be a completely different person.
Balczar was momentarily unable to control his body due to vertigo, but Chon’s voice clearly penetrated his ears.
“however! however! By the way eh! Because of that belief! Not dealing with the dead! For that stupid conviction of respecting them! Because of the conviction to put shackles on oneself!”
Chon shouts, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
“I couldn’t even use my natural power properly! Can a knight be called a knight without using a sword? Necromancer! Can you be called a necromancer without dealing with spirits?!”
That’s why he was called a memorial service.
Unlike other necromancers, he does not use his soul as a tool.
for comforting them.
However, it is different now.
Like touching the dragon’s wrath.
For Deus Verdi, the warrior accurately stabbed a part that should never be touched.
“Now, he is coming.”
Chon’s fingertips point through the dense trees.
“The one who abandoned the name of a necromancer and became a true necromancer is coming!”
[My body is burning! It’s burning!]
[I hate it! Stop letting me rest! I want to stop fighting!]
[It shouldn’t be like this, I prayed so hard and made an offering, but it shouldn’t be like this.]
[I decided to die together, but why are you guys still alive?]
“Let’s show that talent once! Let them know if you have the power to intimidate them!”
The incomprehensible screams of the deceased mixed with the sound of the cold rain.
The time when the body cools down in unknown fear, and no one can move as if the body is frozen in the rain.
An emotionless male voice rang in everyone’s ears.
In the center of the village, the flame of the huge Horua, which heated up the heat of the festival, goes out.
Dense darkness descended into the forest.
A pitch-black town where the moon and stars are hidden because of the souls that are thick in the sky.
The souls who noisily vomited resentment begin to struggle, shutting their mouths at the same time.
The spirits became white flames and began to surround the entire Marias village.
like a prison.
“This treats the soul as a tool! Deus Verdi, who uses his own power wholeheartedly! King of the Dead! Another person who is heading towards the pinnacle of necromancy!”
Suddenly, a black robe is wrapped around Chon’s body. Balkzaar did not know what it meant.
Chon’s robe had Dante’s pattern drawn on it.
“Come on, great warrior! As you wished, I gave you strength! Horua was persuaded, and the kingdom’s nobles were brought in to lay the groundwork for the future! I have suggested a way to save the Great Forest of Marias, which is gradually becoming a desert!”
“… … yes, bastard.”
“Now go and fight! Block the royal road of that man who will become the king of the dead! That is the price you must give me for gaining strength!”
The Sahar Desert borders the Marias Great Forest. It is known to people that the Great Forest blocked the Sahar Desert, which gradually widened.
The people living in the Great Forest knew Horua.
In the end, the desert called the cursed land will conquer the great forest.
If they leave their hands like this, their nest will disappear.
At that time, it was Shaman Chon who brought out the answer. Being from the same Marias, the great warrior, who fully believed in Chon’s opinion, gritted his teeth.
“You betrayed me!”
“Yes! That’s right! Than this place! I have found people who will further awaken my talents! And they wanted to see the end of that man!”
The price of entering Dante.
that’s this moment
The members of Dante, who wanted to confirm the spirit of the memorial service, would now be watching Deius Verdi with their own eyes.
The opponent is the guardian deity of flames who abandoned their nest and descended to humans.
If you add more, there will be no shortage.
“Ego! If this continues, the entire Marias family will die! Why don’t you watch it!”
A spear was pierced right through Chon’s neck, but he disappeared as if sucked somewhere, reappearing on the roof of a hut behind him.
“I will definitely kill you!”
“How relaxed you are!”
The moment when the Great Warrior tried to follow Chon again, biting his teeth.
Screams of pain fall like meteorites. The soul covered in white flames hit Chon’s body precisely.
He had no choice but to vomit blood and receive a heavy blow.
[It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!]
bang! bang! bang! bang!
Some of the spirits floating in the sky continue to slam Chon down.
The hut he climbed into was already half destroyed and collapsed, and in the wreckage, Chon coughed up blood and rolled on the floor in misery.
In addition, the flames of the souls clung to both hands and feet, giving them burning pain.
“… … .”
Even Balkzaar could not help but shudder at the cruelty.
Chon’s burning body rises and flies somewhere.
It is the entrance to the village.
Among the thick trees, a man finally appeared. However, his appearance was quite different from what the Great Warrior remembered.
A pair of swollen eyes.
Long hair sitting down wet from the rain.
Evil spirits that vomit their own resentment while hanging from his body.
Seizing Chon’s head, Dayus throws him to the floor and drags him by the hair.
Looking down at Chon’s burnt-out robe, Dayus murmured quietly.
“Keep it off! f*ck you!”
Chon’s limbs are burning, but he is not dying. Is that also a type of necromancer?
The warrior is momentarily seized with indescribable fear. Some kind of realization of the truth.
‘Death may or may not be death.’
Deus, who didn’t care about the reaction of such a great warrior, looked down at Chon and said.
“Look carefully, who you turned into an enemy.”
A warning from Deius, who knows through Chon’s eyes that all members of Dante are watching this spectacle.
Balczaar, spreading Horua’s wings, blocked the way of Deius, who was approaching with an ominous glare.
I had to let them know that this situation itself was a trap.
“Deius Verdi! Hear me out! All of this is a trap! That man made it up!”
“… … .”
“This war itself was a plan to have you and me fight! The hostages are safe! Rather, we are helping those who are giving birth right now… … .”
Before he could even speak, Deus’ eyes were already on the cabin where the hostages were being held.
There are already countless souls surrounding the cabin, preventing anyone from entering.
[It’s a monster.]
Even the guardian deity Horua acknowledges it.
Valkzaar suddenly wondered why the guardian deity Horua didn’t notice Deius entering the forest.
‘Damn it, he’s no longer a guardian deity.’
Horua had already abandoned her role of protecting the forest in order to save it.
Now, even Horua could not notice everything in the forest.
“We, too, were just fighting to survive! In the face of the disaster of the desert, we too are helpless… … .”
Upon meeting Deius’s eyes, Valkzaar couldn’t help but stiffen his mouth.
It was useless.
The man in front isn’t listening.
No matter what you say, mercy will not come down.
Valkzaar grabbed his spear and glared at Deius while spewing Horua’s flames.
yes this is war
It is not right to be complacent and kneel down in fear and beg for mercy.
Thinking so, Valkzaar glared at the enemy in front of him.
On the contrary, Deus looked over at the trembling villagers beyond Balkhjar and said.
“Everyone will die.”
So steadfast, like some kind of oath.
“But that death will not be the end you think.”
Abandon the name of the Wiryeongsa.
In the eyes of Deius, who had become a necromancer in the true sense of the word, there was only a vague intent to kill.