Chapter 199

Chapter 199

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Chapter 199 Corpse Queen (2)

Vikir stood in the center of the ruins, wearing a crow-beaked helmet and armor and a cloak that seemed to engulf only the darkest part of the night sky. In this desolation, ‘It’ was the master of the wandering spirits. And Vikir recognized its sinister identity.

[Ten Corpses (Eighth Ranked), Sere]

Danger Level: S+

Size: ?

Discovery Location: Depths of the Gate of Ruin, ‘Snake’s Uterus’

Also known as the ‘Eighth Corpse.’

One of the ten supreme demons, an enemy of humanity, impervious and invincible.

[The herds of livestock and beasts will perish.]

『Ten Commandments』 10: I –

Sere, the eighth demon lord.

One of the highest-ranking demons who crossed over to exterminate humanity.

Vikir suppressed a shiver as he glimpsed at the deep moans boiling up from the creature’s throat.

‘...Didn’t expect to meet you like this.’

Following ‘Inferior Second Son Seth’ Andromalius and ‘The Thousand Faced Demon’ Dantalian. The appearance of the eighth demon, Sere, was rather abrupt.

Vikir recalled the memories before his regression.

A dark sorcerer known as the ‘Corpse King.’

Sere was a formidable entity adept at resurrecting the dead.

The circus of puppets using corpses, the legion of the undead—when they marched, all living things held their breath and trembled in fear.

Furthermore, Vikir already knew the identity of the entity that had entered into a contract with the eighth Corpse Sere.

Unlike the contractees of other Ten Corpses, the contractor of Sere was relatively well-known.

It was none other than ‘Snake Morg’, the leader to the dark faction of the Morg Clan.

Snake Morg, representing the Dark faction of Morg, had always been secretly involved in dark magic. Therefore, the alliance between Sere and Snake Morg must have been a perfect match.

“As the rival of the magic prodigy Adolf Morg, he must have been a formidable opponent even in his lifetime.”

Snake Morg was the chief representative of the Dark faction, while Adolf Morg was the chief representative of the public faction. For some reason, the relationship between the two had been strained for a long time, and Lespene Morg, their master, and the leader of the whole clan, was barely keeping it under control.

However, before his regression, Vikir did not know the reason why Snake contracted with Sere, but he vividly remembered the horrific outcome.

“Adolf Morg is still in the 6th circle of magic. If that’s the case, Snake Morg’s mastery of magic may not be that high yet...”

However, Vikir’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted.

The Corpse King had sensed Vikir’s presence.

[...Who’s there?]

A resonant voice echoed.

Surprisingly, mingling with the demonic aura, the somewhat murky voice was undoubtedly that of a woman.

“...?”

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Only then did Vikir scrutinize the opponent more closely.

Different.

It was different from the memories before his regression.

The man who should have become the ‘Corpse King,’ Snake Morg, was tall and disturbingly thin to the point of feeling unpleasant. When he walked, he looked like a clown on stilts.

His appearance and strength were well known to Vikir. There was no mistake about it.

‘...But the Corpse King in front of me has a height similar to mine.’

Moreover, with a well-trained body and a balanced ratio, the Corpse King’s physique was markedly different from Snake Morg’s. Furthermore.

‘...A woman?’

Vikir’s mouth half-opened in astonishment.

However, the Corpse Queen merely chuckled at the sight of Night’s Hound.

[Who are you?]

“Do you not recognize me?”

[I don’t. Why would I know someone like you.]

“It seems you have no interest in how the world turns. Don’t you even read the newspapers?”

The Corpse Queen lightly chuckled at Night’s Hound’s question.

[Newspapers? Why would I bother with such things? I have no more attachments left in this world.]

Indeed, newspapers were tools for informing the public about worldly events. Those uninterested in the mundane affairs of the world did not need newspapers.

Night’s Hound and the Corpse Queen, two masked figures, faced each other. Although they hadn’t revealed their identities, their stance against each other was evident.

“Devils will be slain.”

[If you can, give it a try.]

Night’s Hound summoned the Black Bow Anubis.

Simultaneously, the Corpse Queen summoned the undead, including Gerento.

Creak...

Deep within the underground of the orphanage, forgotten bones, flesh, and specters rose from their rest, forming a congregation.

[Skeleton]

Danger Level: C

Size: 1.7m

Discovery Location: Continent-wide

– Also known as the ‘Remnant of Bones.’

A common and mundane specter found anywhere, from graveyards and battlefields to abandoned houses and sewers. In rural or underdeveloped cities, it’s as frequently encountered as mice.

[Ghost]

Danger Level: C

Size: ?

Discovery Location: Continent-wide

– Also known as the ‘Remnant of Spirits.’

A common and mundane specter found anywhere, from graveyards and battlefields to abandoned houses and sewers. In rural or underdeveloped cities, it’s as frequently encountered as mice.

[Ghoul]

Danger Level: C+

Size: 1m

Discovery Location: Continent-wide

Also known as the ‘Corpse-Eating Being’ or ‘Flesh Eater.’

A lower-tier monster commonly found where corpses are present, such as graveyards, battlefields, abandoned houses, and sewers. It is not a form of the resurrected dead but rather a different type of undead that entwines itself to devour corpses. Interestingly, the origin of ghouls, and how they come into existence when a creature dies, remains unknown. Once a ghoul dies, it cannot resurrect as undead again.

Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, ghouls—these are the most basic forms that make up the ranks of the Necromancer’s Undead Legion. Considering the location, most of the resurrected undead were either former orphans from the daycare or entities entwined to devour corpses.

“Tsk.”

The Corpse Queen, looking at the gathered undead, clicked her tongue as if uninterested in dealing with them. Night’s Hound, on the other hand, focused on a particular skeleton at the front.

Clang...

A golden necklace gleamed brightly around the slender neck of the small-sized skeleton.

‘Nymphet.’

Upon reading those words...

“...”

Even Night’s Hound couldn’t help but bare his teeth.

“Do not think you’ll die peacefully.”

Ferocious. Even more ferocious.

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