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Oskar Valdre.

He was the most powerful member of the Holy See in the sword.

To eliminate him, we gathered 150 skilled Necromancers and prepared over 1,000 slaves for them.

There are over 2,000 undead troops they can summon.

It can also be difficult to defeat Oskar if Nathus and Ambassador Haima work together.

I thought so.

But the one they had to worry about was someone else.

He was completely different from Oskar and even more dangerous.

- Everybody back off!

Narsus' desperate cry echoes through the temple.

The storm of sacred power rages around the altar.

Its power echoes the soul of Nathus, and the Necromancer's body is torn to shreds.

Ambassadors Hima and Necromancers rush down from the altar, shouting at Nathus.

Nathus quickly jumps off the altar, pulling back.

They looked up at the altar.

Holy water flows through the stairs of the altar like a waterfall.

The sacred energy repels death, lays the floor of the temple, and gives off a pleasant aroma.

“Breathe, hold your breath! ”

“Masks up! ”

The Necromancers pale their faces as if they were poisoned.

You step back, wearing a mask and leather sandals.

The army of the dead rises from the holy water.

Skeletons with skeletons, ghost banshees with wounded zombies and transparent women all over, skull horses and neck free Durahan, Bone Golems, etc. They grabbed their weapons while wearing armor.

All sorts of undead chant the choir with their blue eyes red.

“What, what is that? ”

“Something happened! ”

Hundreds of Necromancers fall into chaos. They blocked their ears as the ‘Covenant’ rang.

In the vast confined space of the temple, the holy choir was a signal of the end to the Necromancers.

Fear and fear ruled reason.

A peculiar creature holds a grimoire with holy water sprayed from its toes and a skull.

Such a small boy changed.

“If you're strong enough to deal with Oskar, I'll do my best. ”

The boy's appearance changed.

The summoned skeletons cling to him.

The skeletons' bodies crumble.

I wrapped around my body.

It was hardened and shaped by sexual strength and produced white bone armor.

The little boy was enlarged by the bones of his armor and the skull of a mountain goat.

Two meters of bone armor set foot on the altar.

Behind my back, I stretched out a long, bony hand, like spreading 12 wings.

In that bizarre scene, Ambassador Hima suffocates.

The Necromancers shake their heads in denial.

They look at the existence in front of them and think of a common figure.

The one who drew death and terror into this world. And the one who disappeared from this world.

It's called...

“... Commander King Amon. ”

In front of you lies Amon, the Commander-in-Chief, who disappeared 50 years ago.

It also came down, not with magical power, but with sacred power.

No, it was clever!

It felt that way to them.

But there were those who thought differently.

It was Rich Nathus.

His burning glare shakes as if shaking.

You gushed holy water from your toes. In the Holy Water, various undead appeared.

It has the skull of Amon, and it also has a grimoire.

I'm wearing bone armor, but I can feel the divinity.

Above all, the hand made of bones like the wings of the twelve chapters spread out is truly a symbol of "Archangel."

"Dangerous. This man is truly dangerous! ’

He grabs hold of his skull.

For a short while, his convictions were shattered.

The moment I saw that existence, I felt great about the God of Life, not the God of Death.

I was frightened by the fact that the God of Life even gripped death.

What if he's in Aslan?

'... Aslan is doomed! ’

It will be done not by the outside, but by the inside.

Those who worship the god of death will convert.

Serve Gaia, abandon all magical powers and become a priest.

The one in front of him is the one who imitates the archangel and the one who will destroy Aslan.

He brought it here himself.

- You did this.

A ringing in your head, not in the flesh.

That was not what Nathus said, but what the archangel said in front of him.

- It would not have happened if you had enjoyed the banquet in peace and gone back. You have done this, and you will pay for it.

He was angry.

He longed for death for all who led him to the war who sought silence.

After becoming the Undead, Nathus felt fear for the first time in his life.

- Stop him!

The Necromancers stare at Nathus in horror.

- We have to stop him.

Ambassador Hima also looked at him and said.

“What do you mean? That's not something we can deal with. Look at that!”

Ambassador Hima points his finger around the altar.

There is an army of dead that continues to erupt.

There are thousands of them.

It is not something that we can approach with common sense.

“That's an ancient artifact. Ordinary Necromancers make monsters out of two of Amon's relics, and they use them freely. We are the only ones...”

- We have to stop him. Otherwise, Aslan will perish!

Ambassador Nausicaan says nothing.

- With the current archangel, it is possible for Aslan's commanders and commanders to gather and kill. But, um...

Until then, the author will not stand still.

Appearance is an archangel.

But what's in there is a boy, at most 16 years old.

It meant that we could "grow more."

What if he hides his identity and grows into something bigger?

I will surpass Commander King Amon in the next five or three years.

This means that even in Aslan, even a plague can be created by the Holy See.

More dangerous than the Celts, and also great.

The existence to create a Pantheon with a third faith.

It was right in front of me.

Ambassador Hima gives a voice of fear.

“We can't do it alone. Above all, I'm already fatally wounded. No matter how hard we work together...”

- It's a different story if you give your life.

"...!"

- I even dedicate this soul to the great Aslan. In exchange for thousands of slaves, you can draw magical power and penetrate that army and approach the archangel. Priests, at best. Melee combat is impossible.

Nathus rolls his eyelight and looks at the ambassador.

- I'll clear a path through the army.

"..."

Prove Aslan's loyalty. Ambassador Hima! King Rahamma will hear of your greatness and give your family and descendants endless glory.

The hyma ambassador swallowed a dry saliva.

He's been in a lot of trouble until he got here.

There can be no greater disaster in life than there is now. But what if we could stop the archangel in front of us?

He will be a hero for the rest of Aslan history.

And their descendants will be praised as descendants of heroes.

She looks back and looks at the archangel and the army that is encamped in front of her.

Power that can stop even Oscar.

Still, there's a chance of stopping the archangel.

The conflicting Hima opens her mouth.

“To the great Aslan. ”

- For the glory of the great Aslan.

The two of them took a breath.

“All hands, battle stations! ”

- Summon the Undead Army. Face his army!

They shout.

- At this rate, we're all gonna die. Hit him before he dies!

The commanders finally regained their senses.

This is the home of the Black Cult.

I have heard reports of angels.

We have no idea what happened to the Necromancers who were abducted by him.

Hummite's survivors are all terrified.

There must be a reason.

The Necromancers have gathered their magic.

They also summoned all the beings they could summon.

Dozens of Necromancers gather to summon a group of Death Knights.

Thousands of undead troops have set out to summon you to face Oskar the Sword King.

An undead with a sacred power and an undead with magical power.

Two advances have been established.

The vast temple was surrounded by a large army of dead.

Nathus also drew on the magic.

- Seal this place with all my magic.

I can't kill you.

So let's seal it up.

If there are survivors here, you can report to Aslan.

If it does, Aslan will be ready to kill the archangel.

If the Holy Father Celt was able to kill Amon the commander, then Aslan had nothing to do with it.

Even if it grows more than this, if Aslan is firmly preparing, he will be able to stop this existence and find a way to kill it. Hima and Nathus believed so firmly.

“Everyone... go! ”

The Necromancers wield their staff at the shout of Haima.

As a result, the Undead advance.

Skeletons, zombies, and Durahan scream.

“Sprinkle the poison! ”

“Neutralize the Holy Water! ”

The Necromancers take out the poison paper and rush it to the ground.

The ground stained with holy water was neutralized briefly.

Above that, the undead fleet passes.

- Kuoooooooo!

The user screams. Red glare raises its blunt weapon.

The archangel on the altar looked at him and smiled inside the skull of a mountain goat.

I moved my finger slightly.

Then the Holy Undead march in unison as if they were all sharing emotions.

Raises the shield forward, creating a wall and raising the window.

After that, a ghost banshee was deployed, pulling a vigorous vigil.

Arrows are fired.

The sacred arrows pierce the undead army and the shield wall defends it from invasion.

Backup fire! ”

The Necromancers have gathered their magic.

The magic of fire and ice has been summoned from the air.

The opposing team advances, the Holy Undead, into a magical baptism.

The powerful Skeleton Meiji also used magic to stop the Necromancer's magic.

Explosions erupt from the air.

"What the...!"

Thousands of undead are tangled in a massive battle.

Undead summoned from within by one archangel. And Rich, and 150 Necromancers, 1,000 slaves who give them magical powers.

Although the Black Pantheon was superior in size, the Holy Undead did not have a single shred.

No, it's overwhelming.

The undead with magical power cannot move forward.

- Everybody out of the way!

Then, Nathus stepped out.

The corners of his robe flutter and attract magic.

"It sucks the life out of slaves! ’

A magical symbol is painted on the bodies of the slaves who were trapped in the temple.

The Necromancer hook sucks the life out of you and uses magic.

He slaps the staff.

Around it, the flames swirl together.

A small sun-like flame is summoned and explodes into the formation of a sacred undead army.

Bone fragments are blown everywhere.

In the middle, there is only a gap in the fire.

Ambassador Hima shines.

“Now!”

The enchanted undead advance toward the crack, and Hyma draws her sword.

He and Nathus dug together.

Nathus looks away.

Skeleton Meiji chants the spell and restores the skeletons as the pieces of broken bones regenerate.

Is that all? As many have perished, the Holy Water creeps out again.

‘I am afraid. ’

The power of interest is infinite!

It was just too dangerous to let go.

Ambassador Hima and Nathus dug a little deeper.

With the support of the magical undead and Necromancers, you step out.

Just a little more...! ’

Then, there are those who stand in their way.

- Rich after the vampires?

- These are also those who disturb the balance of the world.

Holly Knight in shining armor.

They got in the way.

The hyma twitches her eye muscles, and Nathus groans.

-... stall!

The Necromancers run out of magic as Nathus shouts.

Some people wriggle and die at the end of their lifetimes.

The dead knights they summoned stand before the holly knights.

- These guys...?

- Not like us.

Holly Knights, with her ego, looks at Death Knight with interesting eyes.

And there was a battle as they rushed towards each other.

The Blade of Destiny slashes your shield.

A spear pierces my mind and reminds me of Death Knight's body.

Not at all confronted

Nevertheless, it was enough to buy time.

- Ambassador Hima, we're at warp!

Hima grabs Nastus by the shoulder.

Warps without runes are at risk. But right now, it's an emergency.

One way or another, I had to move forward.

Their bodies were decomposed.

And beyond Holly Knight. I was summoned back to the steps of the altar.

They shake with the aftermath of the warp.

My head is twisted and confused.

They look up at the angel with their tired eyes.

He looks down and shines an eyelight between the skulls as if interestingly.

I have the grimoire in my hand, but I'm not in any position to prepare.

It looks like I'm underestimating you.

In his eyes, Ambassador Hima lost his mind to fear.

“I'll take him down right now! Now's your chance to use magic! ”

Ambassador Hima draws his sword.

The user plunges into the body with magical power.

Nathus has assisted him in case there's any danger.

You wrapped the veil of magical power around the Hima ambassador and summoned Death Knight around him to attack the archangel together.

At that moment, the archangel moved.

No, actually, the hand of 12 bones, like the wings on the back, moved.

A long stretched hand pulls something intangible out of the air and aims at it.

It's 12 muskets.

“... what? ”

[Use novelty.]

[Temporarily advance all equipment.]

The Muskets' guns have made a vortex.

Wonder and Amon's skull, magic book, ability, and the power amplified by the two artifacts didn't need prayer or breathing.

Loading and firing in just 3 seconds.

They were all aimed at the High Priestess.

The ambassador Hima gave his last words.

“... damn it. ”

Twelve musket triggers were pulled.