Chapter 42

Chapter 42

11. Dawn’s Curse (2)

Serati carefully looked around. Ranfeld Mansion’s basement was fairly large. It was almost 7 meters tall and could see more than 20 meters from side to side.

“Is this a wine cellar? Isn’t it too big?”

After taking a closer look, she found out why. It was a structure that was divided into a basement and a second floor, but the walls and floor were blown off to transform it into a vast space.

“Where are Mr. Alius and Mr. Riltain?”

As she searched for allies, Straf tried to calm his excitement. He was taken aback for a moment, but thinking about it, it wasn’t something he couldn’t understand.

The tactic itself wasn’t great. It was just that he diverted his attention to the outside of the mansion and infiltrated it.

Just a cowardly necromancer, he didn’t know that he would deliberately escape from the safe zombie army and jump directly into the dangerous place. He just didn’t think of it.

Straf muttered as he glared at Karnak and the others.

“You cheated well.”

“I was fooled well.”

Looking up and down at him, Karnak continued his sarcasm.

“You look exhausted. Did you use your strength to deal with the zombies?”

“Umm......” Straf groaned softly.

He was not wrong. He had consumed a lot of normal magic while performing necromancy all the time. He was still much higher than Karnak. However, it is not enough to overwhelm only with the difference in command like before. Victory could no longer be guaranteed.

“Should I reap the command power and put you outside of the mansion right now?”

A voice rang in the ears of the troubled Straf.

“Reap the necromancy road you spread out to replenish your normal magic. Well, whatever.”

Karnak had the attitude of not having anything to do with it.

“Then, we can just run away. The zombie army will come to the basement comfortably.”

“Uh? Can you catch the author with only the zombie army, young master?”

“Ah, that’s impossible. That human, R...”

Karnak pointed around.

“But this underground facility could be destroyed, right?”

Red magic circles and patterns were drawn everywhere. Crimson chunks of meat clump together on the walls and pillars, wriggling. To an outsider, it might just look like a hellscape, but to Karnak, it was a familiar sight.

This is the altar. An altar where captured sacrifices are dyed with fraud and offered to the devil. He had made a lot of similar things himself, so there was no way he didn’t know.

“Can you really restore an altar of this size in a matter of days?”

“So you’re saying we can just get some rest and come back tomorrow night?”

“Yes!”

Straf made an impression. Indeed, when a horde of zombies from outside the mansion, was pushed into the basement, it became a headache. It was not a matter of winning or losing. The altar would be lost when this place became a battlefield.

He had been preparing for a long time, but he couldn’t lose it in vain. But he also felt bad to be dragged along as he intended.

“Are you going to run away? Are you going to throw away the friends you came to rescue?”

“Sure, I’m a bit worried, but...

Karnak shrugged.

“If the altar is destroyed, at least you won’t have to worry about being offered as a sacrifice, right?”

Barros intervened again.

“What if that man just kills you?”

“The necromancer just gave up the precious sacrifice he got his hands on? Just to scratch my temper?”

Straf’s expression darkened even more. He was doing it very openly, but the problem was that he had no choice but to go over it even though he knew it. As he said, you couldn’t just kill precious sacrifices like high-ranking priests and wizards without any benefit.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Straf walked out of the season.

“But there’s one thing you guys misunderstood.”

The tentacles that wrapped around the arms were released and returned to the meat wall.

On the other hand, Barros had a sullen look on his face.

“Ah, it’s Maz-nun. Are you going to use that again?”

Karnak was also mocking him, “I knew it would come out like that...”

There was no way he didn’t know what Barros had guessed. Of course, he expected that if they pushed himself to this extent, he would take out Maz-nun.

That devil of the abyss, equivalent to the Purple Knight, must be the strongest card that could overcome this situation. Darkness rose over Karnak’s shoulder. Demon Summoning was also a more complex technique than necromancy. And if it was a complicated spell, he could break it!

“Then, let’s finish”

A simple barrier covered the demon-summoning ceremony. Confusion arose and the summoning itself began to be canceled.

Whoops!

As the door of darkness shrunk back, the magic of hell leaking out also rapidly lost its prestige. The demon, trying to answer the call, looked around.

“Uh huh?”

An embarrassed devil and an embarrassed Straf. Looking at them, Karnak smiled.

“If only this is nullified, there won’t be any command power left.”

Everything was as planned. Until now.

Cooong!

Suddenly, there was a roar, and when it collapsed, the Dark Portal came to a halt. Karnak’s eyes widened.

***

Originally, the Dark Portal was well over several meters. It was large enough for Maz-nun, a 3-meter-tall demon.

But now it was only about 1 meter? It was the size of the window, not the door. Barros stared blankly at the demon standing in Hell beyond the window.

The maz-nun also stared blankly at the human standing on the other side of the window. A bizarre sight was unfolding, where humans and demons stared at each other and blinked their eyes.

Barros looked back at Karnak in dismay.

“Young master? Aren’t you going to close it?”

The same was true of Maz-nun, who was bewildered.

“What is this?”

The dark door was open. Yes, in the size of the hole it was open. It wasn’t that he couldn’t pass if he squeezed in somehow. But to do so, he had to crawl on all fours. It was said that he, the noble demon of the abyss, must crawl like a dog.

“Should I renounce the contract?”

It was too wasteful for that. His contractor promised many souls in exchange for calling him.

“Can’t you...?”

The maz-nun reached out both hands at the summoning text. Red-hot devil’s fingers grasped the summoning letter and gave it magical power. Red lightning struck in all directions.

Quaang! Quaang!

At the same time, the summons began to widen. The devil was reopening the dark door with his power.

Serati exclaimed, “Master Karnak!The door!”

Quaang!

The explosion shattered the door of darkness. A black shadow stood tall in the smoke. A cry rang out.

“Contractor! Say what you want!”

Straf, who was stunned, responded hastily.

“Sah, kill the boys and bring that woman to me!”

“The conditions are the same as before.”

With a wry smile, The maz-nun looked at Karnak and his party. The conditions were the same, but there were differences from before.

“You can see it this time, hehe...”

Above the eyes of the devil, the nervous figures of Barros and Serati passed by. Both were in a cold sweat. Maz-nun, the demon of the abyss, was a high-ranking demon that not only the current Barros but also Serati, an aura user, couldn’t dare to touch. Even if the class was different, it was too different.

Holding his sword, Barros asked in a trembling voice.

“Young Master? This is of course part of the plan, right?”

A disappointing answer came back.

“Oh, I didn’t expect this...”

[To be continued.]