The Barbarian Became a Necromancer - Chapter 100



100.

It’s not that I’ve been working hard for these words.

Significantly lower talent compared to other raw meat candidates.

It was a day that I tried every day to make up for it.

When he finally got the qualifications of a lesser warrior, Patrick and his party shed tears.

Each of them has a story and they are friends with goals.

The giant Rockderson, who stood at the forefront together, wanted to help his father succeed in the family business of butchering.

Valet, an archer, wanted to become an ordinary hunter.

Pindol, an alchemist, wanted to become a Simmani who gathered herbs in a secluded place.

And Jane Gray, the wizard and my first love… He wanted to live with me after retirement with the money he earned while working as a warrior.

‘Patrick, I’m not asking for much. Didn’t we all sit in the position of unwanted champions with our unwanted talents? So let’s work safely. After that, you fill up the training and performance that will make you retire, and then step down. Activity sheet… Southern! I think a safe South would be nice. How is everyone?’

At that time, her bright smile was beautiful.

And now, I gritted my teeth at the sight of her crying while looking at me.

“Sah, you’re a high-ranking warrior. Isn’t it possible to sacrifice for the sake of juniors at least once? Everyone has a dream! He, Rockderson, has to carry on the family business, and Valet says his dream is to become a hunter. He, and Findol… !”

“noisy.”

Urgent appeals that cost lives are blocked.

I don’t know what you’re thinking or feeling.

The undefeated hero was expressionless.

He spoke the same words as before, half-opening his eyes as if looking down at us.

“Didn’t you say you were already dead?”

dead? we?

Patrick looked at his colleagues with a dumbfounded expression.

bright-blooded

Even though his breathing is rough due to his passion, that is the proof.

I’m breathing fine, but what does it mean to be dead?

“lock… Mr. Ram. stop kidding Does this look dead? Everyone is alive. alive! He’s just doing this because he’s been beaten by that crazy guy over there. okay! It’s our fault. Sorry. You’re a hero, but you got caught by the wicked and became a hostage like this, right? sorry. I’m sorry please… After this is over, I’ll go straight to the Empire and accept any punishment… help me.”

“Patrick… Whoops!”

A loved one, the party leader kneels for the survival of his comrades.

He begged for his life in front of Lokram, a high-ranking warrior he longed for, and no one else.

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Jane swallowed a cry.

Everyone stared at Lokram in agony.

It depends on his choice.

Perhaps they are the ones who will explode at the judgment of the good and evil people behind them, but they are invincible.

I want to lean on the rumors I heard.

Why, isn’t he the one who saved the academy from crisis dozens of times?

It was clear that he would save them.

“Isn’t that an interesting sight? The warriors who should have stood together pointed their swords at each other. That’s it. Before death, all human relationships and order become meaningless. Our compatriots perished in an even greater confusion. undefeated Do you have the confidence to go through this situation for a hundred years or so?”

Lokram was silent at the evil man’s words.

But that’s only for a moment.

He showed off his energy.

I felt a familiar power from him that I hadn’t felt anything.

“Black… mana?”

Even if you deny it, the cold truth comes out of your throat.

It was definitely black magic.

The dark power felt from the wicked behind.

Lokram wrapped it like a robe.

Innumerable lines of black magic that were formulated with magic circulated through his body.

and say

It was a cold tone, as if kicking them into the pit of despair.

“Patrick. at first you said I don’t think there will be anything to catch up on. What did I answer then?”

no. not sure you will catch

A word from that moment flashes through my mind.

Patrick held his breath.

Is he a warrior or a villain?

Now that I see it with my own eyes, I don’t know what is true and what is false.

Is he really dead like he said?

If that’s not the case, is the demon wearing Lokram’s mask whispering lies?

“Don’t roll your head.”

A cold voice awakens reality.

he stepped forward

The black arrow at the tip of her finger was directed towards Jane.

“Do I still look like a warrior?”

“… no.”

Patrick raised his sword.

The surge of aura burned with flames.

“I will kill you two warlocks and get out of here with confidence.”

That was the truth Patrick Party saw.

It was the cold reality that only they could bring them out of the nightmare.

***

burst down.

If it’s simply injecting black magic into a corpse and making it explode, it’s not arcane magic either.

Its power was vicious.

It was no different from any other necromantic art until it captured the thoughts of the corpse and turned them into undead.

The problem lies in the mindset.

It revives memories of what happened right before death and injects them into the corpse.

It is to reduce memory distortion and make it behave like a living person.

The undead revived like that are no different from ordinary living people.

They also act without being aware of their own death.

It’s a problem because the action is accompanied by a black magician’s suggestion.

It approaches its target without any doubt.

And whenever the Warlock signals, Boom! it will explode

This viciousness specializes in manipulating and delivering despair from corpses that still think they are alive.

Arcane magic, Burst Down, was such magic.

‘As expected, it’s not magic that will work through conversation.’

How many people will believe it if we tell them that they are dead?

Even more so, they are mentally driven into a corner.

it was better

If they had to be punished anyway, it would be better for them to assume that they were evil and fight to the death and die.

‘It seems like it’s been eaten properly for now.’

Sword strikes rush through the black fog.

The blade of Lord Alteon that stands in the way.

Chaeeng! Sparks fly.

Close-up Patrick’s bloodshot eyes turned to mine.

“How much I believed!”

“I didn’t believe it from the beginning.”

The conversation is over.

I took a few steps back and sent my thoughts to Alteon.

‘I’ll attach the undead. I’ll leave them up to you.’

He nodded his head as he gave me a few cautions.

Glood and Degrease, which surpassed me, and Dullahans, including the Giant Skeleton, attacked the party.

Kwaaang!

Chaeeng! visor!

The rather large cavity was quickly filled with detonation and metallicity.

Against the undead group belonging to the upper-middle class, Patrick’s party performed well.

Again, the warrior party shines when it is a group, not an individual.

Make up for each other’s shortcomings and cope with them.

I marveled inwardly at the perfect sum that fit perfectly.

‘Even if it’s a lower class, if that’s the sum, I’ll be able to beat an upper-middle class warrior.’

No worries though.

It was a group of undead with black red shoes and brain light magic.

Patrick’s party will slowly drive itself into a corner and eventually self-destruct under the judgment of the Dark Elves.

So I just had to concentrate on subduing the culprit behind all this.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

I moved away from the binge and got closer to him.

He was watching the corpse of Del Sernello, who was turning into a dark elf, with his back turned.

“It is the process of releasing the bonds that have been tied to one’s mission and becoming aware of a life that is truly one’s own.”

“In my eyes, he is no different from a necromancer. Does Del Cernello really want to be resurrected?”

“It’s enough to ask when he comes back to life. Why are you trying to deprive her of her choice?”

“Even if you don’t want to be resurrected, it’s obvious that you will take away your body.”

I spoke to the source of pure black magic that I felt in him.

“Isn’t it? Rimmon.”

I heard it all through Luke’s ears.

Del Cunello is the leader of the Wood Guard, the strongest fighting group among elves.

Who will take that strong body as a dark elf?

It was obvious why he intentionally caused a sandstorm and destroyed the observatory to break the demon’s seal.

“Seeing that you are trying to leave the body of the person who freed you and made a contract, it seems that the limits of that body are clear.”

“Kuh! ha ha! Can you figure it out by seeing it? I thought I hid it well, but you are different. senior warrior. His qualities are too good to be lined up in class.”

Rimmon turned around.

As if the mask had been thrown off, the mouth is hanging over the ears.

Desire wriggled on her face full of joy.

“Your body is also coveted.”

“Disgusting.”

There is a gust of wind.

It wasn’t that I exercised power.

It was a phenomenon that occurred when the guy was beaten up.

Kwa Hung!

I responded with black magic to the fist that approached me with momentum to stamp my shoulder.

It is overwhelmingly faster than magic that is expressed by memorizing spells by mouth.

It was because he had already completed the formula, so all he had to do was shed his will.

bang!

Circle 4, Rock of Skin blocked the attack.

The hardened skin crumpled and my mouth twisted.

“Sink.”

Black spittle shot from Tanma’s book in his left hand.

It is an arcane magic that manifests at great speed at close range.

Unable to avoid the untime, he stepped back in an instant and groped for me.

“A force that weakens the soul. Quite fun… !”

“Agitate.”

No matter what he said, I focused on my work.

It manifests Ironhide while standing still.

The magnetic iron extracted from all sides instantly forms a fractal structure and builds a shape.

Soon, I, including the two giant iron golems, concentrated my will.

Kiyiing!

A huge wedge of iron dust floats above my hand.

Not yet. For a perfect shot, more friction and torque are required.

‘Buy time.’

thud! thud!

An iron golem built of magnetic iron was no different from a black sand golem.

The only difference is that it has the advantage of having a more significant mass and no nucleus.

Rimmon made a brilliant move against the two golems.

‘Elten’s words are true.’

If you become a Dark Elf, you won’t be able to handle spirit magic, but your physical abilities will rise dramatically.

The body occupied by demons was enormous.

“I made a contract with the owner of this body. You said you can do whatever you want if you innocently bring his family back to life!”

“You and other demons have a habit of interpreting contracts according to their own taste and f*cking.”

“Have you met my brother!”

A roar erupts.

He pierced through the scattering iron golems and stood in front of me.

I answered the guy.

“no.”

I saw it in the setting house.

waved his hand

A black spear coated with black magic penetrated the space.

Kwaaang!

The atmosphere distorted by the high heat and the explosion.

It is too smoky to check the results with the naked eye.

Rimmon’s location, confirmed by relying on his mental power, is right behind him.

I instinctively used spiritualization.

“What an amazing feat!”

The hand that pierced my blurred body was retrieved.

As if he hadn’t evaded without any damage, his skin was covered with blisters here and there.

“Is there anything else you can show me? It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the outside world, so I’m curious. Satisfy my expectations!”

It’s noisy.

Even if you take the damage, you’ll need to subdue it for a while.

He also avoided Ironhide’s wedge, which he prides himself on as being the fastest attack.

It was necessary to hold on to the feet to feed the storm blade.

‘Stop it.’

The rest of the undead blocked my path.

They are equally strengthened.

Some of them reached out and manifested themselves.

“Explode.”

Amplification of Death Swallow.

The collective reinforcement of the undead, who were prepared for extinction, was enough to hold him back.

“You’re not an ordinary undead. How did you do it? Is it the demon lord’s artifact? Or your arcane magic?”

“You talk a lot.”

bang! The skeleton holding Rimmon’s waist turned to powder.

A mighty storm rages based on the one who stomped his foot.

It is forbidden to approach the blade-like energy of every gust of wind.

It didn’t matter.

If you can’t hold it directly, you have to weaken it from a distance.

“Curze.”

Starting with circle 1 curse magic.

“Eight o’clock. Paint the Blood. Parallize. Chaos. hallucination. Wound.”

The pouring black magic stopped the guy.

Lastly, as the overwhelming force is added, the body trembles.

The wound must be rapidly deteriorating with the body stiffened by anxiety, fear, and countless fantasies.

Being able to handle black magic makes it exceptionally versatile.

There was no need to rely on arcane magic or secret magic.

‘I’ll need it right now, but.’

I took out the white sword of condemnation.

thud! Grab the ruined ignorant holy relic and use magic reversal.

Golden divine power surged.

The guy stared at it with wide eyes.

“under! ha ha ha!”

Laughing and struggling like a madman.

I slowly move my body, but it’s already too late.

My will has already laid hands on the stormblade apparition.

Wow!

The storm that he was dealing with is a condensed storm that shoots out as if it were child’s play.

The power close to that of a ray narrowed the distance to cut Rimmon in two.

In a distance that converges to 0 in an instant.

Finally, the guy and I make eye contact.

At that moment, an alarm went off in my head.

‘He didn’t laugh at me.’

precisely behind.

In the direction of Del Cernello, where I was standing with my back before I knew it.

‘no way.’

The extreme expression of the true eye enhances the eyesight as if the world had stopped.

In a world that has become so slow that even I see everything.

Tboob.

Only one being walks on the stone floor as if taking a leisurely stroll.

The woman was beautiful.

Although the color of her skin changed, her appearance did not fade at all.

Such an elf, an old hero, reached out.

The trajectory of the storm blade twisted along the slightly twisted palm.

Biggi, who headed for the ceiling, caused a huge rockfall accompanied by a roar.

Quaang! bang!

Dodged the shockwave with Spiritualization.

He almost died from being pierced by fragments derived from falling rocks rather than being crushed.

I let go of the rain when the shock subsided.

and faced

“That divine power. It’s unusual, but it looks like a Holy Knight belonging to the Holy Kingdom, so why are you persecuting my compatriots?”

Before I knew it, Del Cunello was staring at me like he was going to kill me.