Chapter 141

Chapter 141. Holy water is the best for cleaning the undead.

Until now, only the screams of the undead and the sound of water spraying could be heard in this place, but another noise was heard.

pop!

An unexpected explosion occurred as if someone had used fire magic.

At once, attention was drawn to one side.

“A black magician has appeared!!”

Someone shouted from where the explosion occurred.

Immediately, the knights waiting around pulled out their swords instead of watering cans, and the soldiers put down their water bottles and raised their spears.

And as soon as the wizards pulled out their wands, they cast magic as they were and poured attack magic as they were.

The bombardment that does not properly check the figure and does not show mercy.

However, their behavior is not excessive.

He was a black magician with such a large army of undead.

Even if you overreact to the point of overreacting, it is not enough.

just as expected.

“Did you think you could defeat me with just this much magic! Don't be flattered by just defeating my dead!”

Someone shouted in the center of the explosion where the magic was poured out.

That's what the black magician shouted.

Then, a streak of black light spurted out in succession and attacked the wizards of the subjugation party.

“Kuh! defense! Unleash your defense magic!”

I expected a counterattack, so I quickly deployed defensive magic.

A semi-transparent shield was unfolded.

However, as if his magic was stronger than expected, the shield that had been holding out for a while broke and a black beam of light fell upon the subjugation party.

The stench of burning flesh and the sound of screams.

Dozens of wizards and soldiers were sacrificed in a single blow.

Eventually, the dust cleared and the black magician appeared.

“Did you dare to think that the dogs of the kingdom could defeat me!”

He was enraged and continued to cast magic.

Black streaks of light, flames, and an unbelievable amount of magic pouring down from one individual continued to sweep the subjugation party.

“As expected... isn't it easy to get caught?”

Countless allies are being pushed back by just one.

Accepting that fact, the subjugation team once again made up their mind.

This time, even the knights charged after deploying an aura on their swords.

The warlock frowned at the momentum of the knights rushing under the protection of the wizards and tried to fly into the air.

However, as if to block the distance, the wizards poured magic all at once into the air.

While he hesitated for a moment, the knights rushed in unison and swung their swords.

The black magician squinted his eyes to dodge the sword attacking from all sides, then spread the black mana around him as if it were annoyed.

The knights simply fell apart with the pressure of releasing evil mana.

‘...You're annoying with the subject of things that only wield sharp blades.'

In terms of individual strength alone, it was incomparable to today's black magicians.

Although, in terms of individual wizard abilities, there is not much difference between the wizards of the subjugation party and this black wizard.

What makes them struggle so much now is the enormous mana he has at this moment.

The grudges he collected while wandering around the battlefield.

As long as he embraces and uses that large amount of evil mana, at least he is not pushed back in power.

But...

‘...This is a disadvantage.'

The warlock clicked his tongue.

Even if the mana it possesses is enormous, the individual who handles it is a mediocre human.

Controlling an excessively large amount of mana will tire his body much faster than it consumes in battle.

Although now, they are wary of their own power and are coming step by step.

You will notice sooner or later.

Contrary to the ominous smile, the voice that seemed so friendly gave me goosebumps for some reason.

“You don’t know which rat it is? Then kindly tell me my name. My name is Arell Ernesia. Memories... you don't have to. It's going to be a dead body anyway.”

As if he were joking, Arel gave his name and giggled.

“How did you find this place!!”

“There is a certain skill to secretly creating a secret place. Once there, the location has been discovered, so it is natural to predict the next hiding place.”

Speaking as if it was so simple, Arel glared at the warlock who was speechless.

“huh? Guess what you think? Are you wondering why I'm here? good? kindly teach me

first.”

Arell raised a finger.

“I was a little curious about the magic system of the black magicians here. So I thought it might be a good opportunity, so I came to take a look. And I wondered if he had something that he could use.”

Then he opened his second finger.

“second. I have something I want to ask you personally.”

“You mean me?!”

“Yes, it is you. 400,000 undead. oops! ah? Anyway, the self-proclaimed poor black magician who leads the undead?”

Arel roughly threw aside the research materials she was reading as if they were no longer worth looking at.

A chill went down his spine for an instant.

Arel's eyes shone sharply and coldly, as if she was scanning him, as if trying to figure out her inner side.

“What drugs did you take to come up with such an outrageous idea? huh? Let me know because I'm really curious. It seemed so stupid that I became curious about myself.”

The corner of his mouth was smiling, but Arel clearly despised the black magician in front of him.

“Then teach me. If you don't convince me properly, you won't die gracefully.”

“what?????? What?!”

The unknown black magician could not speak in embarrassment.

What is that boy saying now?

To the confused man, Arell gave a crooked smile and said, “I'm kind, so I'll tell you again.”

“therefore? If something goes wrong, ‘Let's conquer the world with the undead!' I wonder if I can do the same nonsense. You son of a bitch.”

This time, he said to pay attention to this side properly, and picked up a vial that had been rolling on the table and threw it at him.

The vial flew in a straight line and crashed into him, shattering and soaking his black robes.

It's not a poisonous drug anyway, so it shouldn't matter.

But he gritted his teeth and shook his shoulders.

“go?????? dare??????

“huh?”

“How dare you, a young boy,

be rude to me... to this Nelphran!”

Thinking that there was no need to listen to the boy's nonsense, the warlock Nelphran couldn't hold back his anger and tried to cast his magic right away.

The moment when the evil mana cultivated by the enormous grudge boils and becomes concentrated.

puck!

A pleasant beating was heard.

The sound of the collected mana scattering followed.

“Ouch”? !”

After falling to the floor screaming, Nelfran realized that he had been kicked by Arell.

‘When the hell?' Wasn't that boy sitting at the table just a moment ago?

However, I couldn't visually perceive that he was moving at all.

At least he understood that he had been kicked because he saw Arell's feet in front of his collapsed eyes.

The tip of his shoe was faintly stained with the blood of a warlock.

“Bitter...the shoes are soiled.”

Arel was displeased as if he had stepped on an insect.

“Did you say Nelphran? I really did answer the question. When did you ask me to show you that crappy magic?”

“This bastard!!”

I screamed and tried to get up, but for some reason my body wouldn't listen.

His vision continued to tilt and he fell over one after another.