The Extra is Too Strong - Chapter 1064
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Extras are too strong 1064
Archduke Bernas, Harden Bernas felt that life was pleasant these days.
Life after becoming a Grand Duke was not so enjoyable. After the most brilliant moment of my life had passed, I felt like I was watching everything in the world gradually lose its luster.
But the world around him was regaining its light.
It was probably after Mord appeared.
“It’s as if he’s trying to soothe my patience until he reaches his most brilliant glory.”
The Grand Duke muttered so happily.
It wasn’t long before I arrived to deal with the Demon King-level dungeon.
But then again, something happened that required the Grand Duke to step down.
A dungeon rampage that occurred during the Archduke Bernas era.
The Duchy of Bernas has weak magical power compared to the Four Kingdoms, so it is somewhat vulnerable to anomalous disasters other than the Demon World dungeon.
Their policy in dealing with this unknown disaster was very simple.
‘Warrior! A stronger warrior!’
Dealing with it by pouring in a level of power that can clearly be called an overreaction.
The problem is that top-tier fighters like Allen Bernas, Huron Bernas, and Kesner were all deployed to prevent this disaster.
Erna was also called in to stop a large-scale demonization phenomenon that occurred in the Four Kingdoms.
So, other top-tier warriors were brought in, but the attack failed and news became vague, so in the end, Archduke Bernas went on a personal campaign again… … .
“Blasphemer, have you nothing left to blaspheme?”
Bernas looked at his opponent with a smile.
The opponent was the Archlich, the highest-ranking undead, and among them, a powerful being called the Archlich Lord.
[Amazing. Is this the divine blood of Bernas standing before the gates of heaven? Even though I have just been resurrected and am far from perfect, this is still the case… Lantz, you are a monster worse than that monster.]
The Archrich Lord, with his pitch-black robes fluttering above his skull, wore a silver crown on his head.
Inside the eye sockets of the skull below, a bright blue flame burns like an eye pupil.
It was a city of death spread out under the full moon.
There were no living beings, and everyone had risen as undead after being killed by the Archrich Lord.
However, not many of the undead that arose that way remain.
Because the Archduke and his bodyguards destroyed everything that came their way like a typhoon in human form.
[As expected, I don’t get along well with those damn new bloods.]
If he had a tongue, he would look like he wanted to stick it out.
From the undead’s point of view, that makes sense.
Most living beings are forced into a very disadvantageous fight against the undead.
The undead are tireless, fear no injury, and simply approaching them will corrode the living with their evil aura.
But there is one power that works very well for them: the sacred power of purification exercised by the priests.
And all of God’s descendants are equipped with this power as their basic ability.
Even those who have successfully opened up their new bloodline, or those who have simply awakened, can use their fists, kicks, swords, and clubs against the undead… all of these attacks work like poison-laced attacks on the undead.
Even in mythology, and even 500 years after the end of mythology, this was the reason why the undead could not live without being able to spread their wings.
“Are you saying such things after committing blasphemy while being so excited?”
The Archduke chuckles.
That was understandable.
First of all, the Archrich Lord in front of you is a divine being, so he is on a different level from other undead.
Moreover, the undead subordinates he used to deal with the Archduke were an unforgivable sin from the Archduke’s perspective.
This is because they were the beings who raised the corpses of Bernas’ descendants as undead.
If it were only the corpses of those who entered to attack, then that would be understandable, but since there were many corpses of other descendants of Bernas, I wonder how that could be possible… … .
‘I guess that’s possible, since dungeons are places where all sorts of strange things happen.’
The Grand Duke ignored such trivial questions.
The only thing that matters is the presence of an enemy who can give a taste of one’s own fist.
“You dare to call the descendants of the fallen god into the undead… That sin will not be repaid even if you are nailed to the training ground as a practice target and broken a thousand times.”
[What a novel nonsense. Shouldn’t you be thanking me, you new blood of Bernas? For making me so much fun.]
“Well, it did give me a little pleasure, but it wasn’t enough to warrant my gratitude. By the way, when will you be ready to give me a pleasure that will truly merit my gratitude?”
The Archduke asked, crossing his arms.
As the saying goes, the Bernath Undead commanded by Lord Acrich were quite strong, but they were nothing more than playthings in front of the Archduke.
I just played around with it because it was fun to use techniques from the past that were different from those of this era.
[Haha, the descendants of Bernas, then and now, are terribly arrogant. But you will regret being arrogant in front of me, Cracks.]
If Mord had been there, he would have been horrified to hear that name.
But the name Cracks meant nothing to the Archduke.
He’s just delighted in the fact that he’s being threatened by a type of opponent he’s never fought before.
Gugugugugugugu… … !
The city is shaking.
And then a huge shadow began to appear.
[I see.]
Suddenly, Acrich Crex mutters.
[Have you ever failed this ritual before?]
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
From the Grand Duke’s point of view, it was a completely incomprehensible story.
[This is a soliloquy. It’s difficult to explain.]
Cracks chuckled.
He felt as if he was floating between reality and dreams.
I don’t know who I am. But it’s always been that way. Since a very long time ago… … .
‘Death. No matter how much of a country I am, there’s no way I can turn life and death around so many times… … .’
I have a feeling of deja vu, as if I’ve experienced something like this before.
No, it’s too clear to be a feeling of deja vu. It’s like remembering a dream vividly even after waking up.
The enemy at that time was not the monstrous warrior who stood before our eyes and waited arrogantly.
The red-haired wizard led his companions against him, destroying the magic before the calamitous product he was about to create could be completed… … .
‘Was that really a dream? Rather, it feels like a dream now.’
It’s a terrible feeling. Is this how the visionaries who are driven mad by uncontrollable foreboding feel?
I feel a sense of despair, as if my existence is slowly being pushed into the abyss of destruction.
But even while caught up in such feelings, Cracks doesn’t stop.
‘Yes. I have always been a being who has shed suffering… … . I had to fight, fight, and fight again while embracing suffering. It was my mission to carry the endless shackles of sadness… … .’
But I don’t remember why I had to do that.
Just as he had been when he was defeated by Gramolder and his companions, even after he was finally revived, he was still suffering from amnesia.
“Hoo.”
The Grand Duke, who had been waiting for Crex’s magic to be completed regardless of whether his subordinates looked at him with concern, was impressed.
A pitch-black human silhouette was rising, made entirely of darkness.
And then something strange happened throughout the city.
“The undead are falling?”
“what?”
Bernas’ warriors were confused.
Because the undead they were fighting against suddenly started to fall.
And the soul light they were surrounded by flew up and focused on where Krex was.
[Behold, this is true magic and power practiced in the realm of myth!]
Thousands of souls were placed into the dark vessel created by Krex, and the mythic spell of necromancy was completed.
-The King of the Barbarians!
* * *
“hmm?”
It was in the middle of a sand desert.
A man who had been walking nonchalantly through the sandstorm as if it were all an illusion raised his head.
A silver-haired man with his face hidden by a Jin mask and a pitch-black hood pulled down on him muttered.
“The spell that I engraved by scratching the world has been activated. The savage king? However, this spell was not recorded and was not passed down to anyone… … .”
The man, who had been deep in thought while rubbing his chin, soon came to a conclusion.
“I did consider that possibility, but… was it true that ‘I’ was also one of the materials possessed by the master of disaster?”
Huh?
A silver-haired dog walking beside him tilts its head and looks up at the man.
“Ah, Uspel. Don’t look at me like that. There’s no need to worry. That stage has already passed.”
The man stroking the dog’s head frowned and muttered.
“But I wish I had faced it myself… I wonder what the true identity of the bastard is. Isn’t it too alien to say that we, the beings connected to the sins of Lukvatian, are connected?”
Squeak.
The dog rubs its face against the man’s leg, seemingly trying to comfort the depressed man.
The man looked at her as if she was so lovely, stroked her, and said.
“Yes, even if I knew, there’s nothing I could do about it. Let’s go. In order to repay the sins we committed against all living beings, we have no choice but to keep going… … .”
The man began to walk through the sandstorm with his dog again.
Hooooooooooo!
A fierce sandstorm swept through the area, obliterating their presence in an instant.
* * *
Archrich Lord Krex recalls something that may or may not be a dream or a memory.
When he fought the red-haired wizard leading his companions, he was ultimately defeated without completing this spell.
At that time, he felt resentful.
If only this spell had been completed, and the ultimate combat-type undead, the ‘Savage King’, had manifested, then victory would have been his.
Of course, that is a meaningless assumption, since the process of completing the spell itself is a struggle that the wizard must go through in order to win.
Still, it was inevitable that it was regrettable.
Isn’t that right?
As the Archmage and Lord of Acrich, he has poured all his profound knowledge and wisdom into creating such a wonderful and magnificent spell, yet he cannot even properly show it to the world…
The whole world should have been amazed by the magnificence of this order and its overwhelming grandeur, but it ended without even being properly announced, which is a shame.
But this time it was different.
The warrior who stood before him, who revealed himself as the Archduke of Bernas, was truly arrogant. He waited in anticipation for the completion of his life’s work.
“You’ve got quite a knack for cooking.”
And the Archduke had every right to be arrogant.
Cracks admitted the fact in astonishment.
‘I see. Was I given a chance?’
Which is a dream and which is reality.
Now it has finally become clear.
‘Ah, this too was a nightmare.’
Cracks realized that he had been ruined once, and that he was in this position through no means his own arrangement or will.
The mighty being that looked down upon the world from afar gave him another chance with his incomprehensible power.
[Yeah, at least I tried my best and it broke, so I feel a little less regretful.]
His masterpiece, The Barbarian King, was destroyed by the Archduke.
He boasted tremendous power and speed and pushed the Grand Duke, but that only lasted for a moment, and when the Grand Duke raised his divine power and counterattacked, he was instantly put in a disadvantageous position.
Of course, Krex was not idle either. He supported the Barbarian King with magic, but the Archduke crushed all of it, tore the Barbarian King to pieces, and even defeated Krex.
“I’ll give it a passing grade. It was as fun as the Demon King.”
If it had only been the Barbarian King, it would have been fine, but with the addition of the magic of Archmage Archrich Lord Krex, it became quite a stimulating fight.
Crunch!
The Archduke smiled arrogantly and grabbed Krex’s skull, shattering it.
[Awesome.]
That was when.
A strange voice was heard, which sounded like that of a boy, a young man, or even an older man.
It feels like multiple voices are overlapping and a strange resonance is added, creating a distorted sound.
[Archduke Bernas, how tempting. Much more charming than that old monster I know.]
“What are you?”
The Archduke’s expression hardened.
The dungeon, which should collapse due to the loss of its core, is at a standstill.
And then you get the feeling that something is looking down on you from somewhere far away.
‘It can’t even be compared to the Demon King.’
It felt as if I was an ant being observed by a human. The other person’s presence was that huge.
‘I don’t know his identity. I should gather the priests and magicians and ask them.’
The Grand Duke did not have the knowledge to guess the identity of his opponent. However, if he did not know, he could tell those who should know what he saw and felt, and then ask them to give him an answer.
[Your Highness, you are indeed hungry for a fight. I will give you a satisfying fight.]
“I don’t know who you are or where you are from, but you don’t understand the topic. It was an interesting pastime, but do you think this is all I can be satisfied with?”
[Of course. I will offer you three fights in total. Today’s fight will be the first, and the next two fights will be against stronger beings. How about it? Will you accept?]
“That’s a pointless question. If you’re the one who caused this dungeon to go wild, then I’m destined to fight you anyway.”
[Hahaha. That’s right. Then let me change the question. You wouldn’t want someone else to take away your chance to fight the worthy enemy I’ve prepared for you, would you?]
“Yeah. Now it’s starting to make sense.”
[Take this.]
Something flew from the sky and was caught in the Archduke’s hand.
It was a gold coin, no, a straight, round gold plate with no design whatsoever.
[When the time comes, it will let you know that the fight is ready for you.]
“Don’t expect it.”
[You can look forward to it. I will prepare the best stage for you.]
And as that gigantic presence faded away, the dungeon collapsed.