Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 575

The smell of rotting corpses is very unpleasant.

That alone is enough to make you want to jump somewhere else, but if you fight hard to avoid pouring juices, flesh, and touches that seem to cause all sorts of diseases to your skin just by touching them, you’ll be glad to see a skeleton with only bones remaining.

However, I can say this because I have Kakula’s ax and esthetic. Hitting a bone unexpectedly easily damages the blade. Common adventurers say zombies are better than skeletons.

In that respect, it was fortunate that I was the only swordsman in our party. Voluntary taxpayer made me look around without weapons, shriveled up, Emmet uses magic, and Carl Kansi fights with his hands and feet, so if I just cast the spell of purification in moderation, there will be no big problem in battle.

Ordinary adventurers fight to the point where their weapons or equipment are defective and retreat, and only after digging to the middle point, taking a short break and saying that thought, Carl Kansi, who was warming the campfire, burst into laughter. said Lee.

“I really can’t follow the customer’s idea at all. The impression of killing so many undead is that it’s fortunate that there is no need to retreat because of the state of the weapon?”

Meanwhile, in the direction Carl Kansi pointed to, there were numerous corpses and piles of skeletons.

There are so many types of corpses, such as those who died from magic, those who were blown up by Carl Kansi, and those who died from cuts, that look like fifty years old just by looking at them right away. Even so, there are still many undead around. If someone really saw this scene in isolation, wouldn’t it be considered a zombie apocalypse rather than a fantasy?

“Because it was on a level that was neither more nor less than that. Am I the only one who felt that way?”
“It’s the same opinion. It literally just became ‘undead’, and the objects that felt the strength as a monster were very limited.”

A corpse that is just moving. Some objects couldn’t even move properly because they didn’t have any power.

The same goes for the guys flocking under the collapsed building where we are right now. Only a few skeletons are capable of ranged attacks. After even that is treated with needles, the rest is just a moving corpse instead of soil.

“At first, I wondered if it was because I couldn’t receive power unlike dungeons with nuclear weapons… But after looking into it a bit more, it didn’t seem to be a problem in that area. It almost felt empty.”
“Can you tell me that?”
“The correlation between monsters and magical power is a fairly in-depth study among mages. Certain individuals have this much magical power, the undead need to have this much minimum magical power to be active, and so on, and so on. I also learned something from looking over my shoulder, so I checked in between.”

Emmett, an excellent employee who gets his money’s worth anytime, anywhere, continues his explanation while lightly jotting down something in the air with his staff, as if he still has plenty of room to spare even after using quite a lot of magic and assisting in battle.

“Special entities… That is, except for those that were created by fusing zombies and those that were relatively strong among the skeletons, most of them had enough magic to sustain life. As you can see, all zombies are also humans. No, it’s impossible for a lot of demons to have this amount of magic power. Thanks to that, it’s a little clearer what kind of lich we’re dealing with.”
“Did you find out about that and ask for a break?”
“No, it was just that I was really tired and wanted to rest?”
“yes?”
“What are you surprised about? No matter how competent and proud a mage I am, I am definitely an old man, and they didn’t respect my physical strength. In the meantime, I was walking to a place other than the temple and didn’t even explain properly, so I asked for a break.”

I could feel the sincerity in Emmett’s words as he opened his eyes and clicked his tongue, but the listener couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Of course, as he said, I took the lead in guiding the party to another path, but apart from that, I couldn’t seriously take the excuses of ‘elderly’ and ‘physical strength’.

Even though he didn’t look like he was about to split his skull with his bare hands like Radnell Vandes, the fact that a nobleman who was so polite that there was not a single corner that made him feel like an old man except for a few wrinkles on his face made me a willing taxpayer. Even though he gave me a look of disbelief, Emmet continued to speak confidently.

“It was a known fact that he made a deal with the devil. The problem seems to be that he didn’t just sell his soul to the devil, but rather sacrificed a lot of people to protect his soul.”
“It’s not like the story of Ji sacrificing all the people of the time when this place was a city to become a lich, right?”
“I don’t know that much, but at least those we’ve dealt with so far have been sacrificed.”
“I’m sick…”

Was this how I felt when Saint Lady Deoni heard from me that the Demon King’s army might be planning to kill a god? Just the thought of a move worthy of being called a human bottom-up made me want to go back.

“At worst, it could be a diabolical creature who, as you say, sacrificed this entire city from the past and became a lich. In that case, we might not be dealing with a lich, but a demilich.”

Demilich.

If you just listen to him, you will feel that he is of the same type as Demigod and will be unconditionally strong, but the reality is a little different. First of all, half is rich, but the other half is a human child or transcendence, because it is unknown.

There are not a few cases where you were a lich but lost your powers because your head was physically broken and became a half-punch, but those guys are all rounded up and called demilich. It is also the case that you can see the most when you actually encounter a demilich.

However, the Demilich that Emmet is worried about now is not a half-penny, but a guy who has reached the level of transcendence even half.

And it’s a very obvious story, but because he entered the realm of transcendence even half, such a guy is a monster that is different from an ordinary lich.

“In that case… Worst case, you might not be able to kill him. You know about the lich’s reliquary, don’t you?”
“How is that a reliquary? It’s a reliquary.”

Emmet corrected his remarks even though he shook his head as if he couldn’t stop him from tackling him full of uncomfortable feelings.

“Yes, yes. Relics. Anyway, there’s no way that the Demilich who reached transcendence didn’t increase his relics. Depending on his level, he might have hidden the relics somewhere other than here. Even with the demon king’s army. They said they even made a deal, so maybe moving some of their relics to another location was included in the price.”

You’d better take that into account and fight. As soon as Emmet finished speaking like that, everyone’s eyes, of course, fell on me.

I know. As was common in the fantasy media of my previous life, that the lichs in this world are Kyubey-like guys who can keep their lives in a separate object or jewel.

Commonly told in the folklore, it is said that it must be an item that the rich used during his lifetime, but from the point of view of having learned some magic, it is all bullshit, and he knows very well that only good magic tools or high-purity jewels are better.

I dare to call it a reliquary, which makes me feel bad, but the objects that are definitely just relics are produced in various forms, contrary to their name. The reason why the word “lich used to be a thing” came about was that the lich had used good magic tools in his lifetime, so it would be just a misrepresentation.

“I know.”

Knowing that, I was leading the way.

When I answered calmly and didn’t show any reaction, Emmet, who raised his eyebrows in a rather strange way, rolled his eyes here and there, pondered over the conversation from before, and slowly opened his mouth.

“Hey, come to think of it, did you say ‘that’?”
“I thought you would respond right away, but you’re a little late.”
“No way, the connection with the reliquary…?”
“I was moving to check it out.”

Naturally, the third party, the voluntary taxpayer, did not understand the context and collected hooks, but Carl Kansi and Emmet reacted differently.

“I thought you were going to catch the lich after wiping out as many undead as possible without fail.”
“I guess it’s because of my mood that I feel that the evaluation of me is getting more and more persecuted?”
“It’s so shameless to say such a thing even after looking back on what you’ve done so far. Why didn’t you say it first?”

I turned my eyes away from the two cowardly attempting to hit them with facts, and moved my gaze toward the faint lines of magic power visible through the collapsed window. The 10 stems stretching in all directions did not seem to lead to somewhere very far outside the city, even though it was moderately heated.

“I had a feeling, but no physical evidence, so I tried to talk about it after seeing it myself.”

I hadn’t seen Richie’s relic chest, but rather, I wanted to have a relic chest that could really be called my lifeline in a place where it was exposed defenselessly like that.

Even though I didn’t explain everything there, Emmet seemed to have noticed what I was thinking to confirm the physical evidence. Emmett, scratching his horn as if in pain, let out a deep sigh.

“Let’s talk as we go.”

Then, he moved his staff and manipulated the flames of the bonfire, and since there were no stairs to go up, he created a stench and noise on the first floor and scattered a rain of fire towards the zombies who were only looking up.

It took less than 5 minutes for the small embers to spread in an instant and burn all the undead teeming on the first floor in a sight that was more suitable for the expression of being eaten by the flames rather than simply being burned.

Nevertheless, Carl Kansi, who admired the amazing sight without feeling any heat, and Emmett, who got up without paying attention to the willing taxpayer, continued, pointing outside with a light chin.

“I think we need an in-depth conversation about your abilities.”

The appearance of Emmet, who puts on a coat neatly without fail, was so nimble and disciplined that it was impossible to think of an elderly person who had been talking about old people and physical strength until just now.

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