Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer - Chapter 20

Episode 20. The prince bestows his blessings.

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The silver-haired girl was assisting the soldiers with both hands full of sheathed swords and dozens of arrow sheaths on her back.

Harmon had a blank expression on his face as he was seen carrying equipment that was difficult for even an adult man to lift.

For a slender girl, she seems to have considerable strength and stamina.

‘I definitely remember she was a farmer’s daughter.’

I know her as the daughter of a farmer named Grill. She was also a girl working as a nun and attendant at the monastery where the prince lived.

The residents of the territory who remained on the outer wall, unable to evacuate to the manor’s mansion, assisted the soldiers.

They worked hard to carry necessary equipment and treat the injured.

Harmon smiled bitterly.

Even the son of a farmer, who is not a soldier, is putting in so much effort, but what can he do when he becomes weak?

‘I can endure it. I will block it. In the worst case…’

Harmon looked away.

Hundreds of undead are encamped around the vampire count.

‘…break through there and cut off the count’s head!’

It was time for Harmon to clench his fists.

A zombie catapult fell behind the girl.

Zombies gathered inside, outside, and on top of the outer wall fell into rainwater.

Harmon was startled and looked at the girl.

The zombie catapult caused the soldiers and prisoners on top of the outer wall to fall down the outer wall in a heap.

Behind the girl, the zombies staggered to their feet.

“this···!”

Harman was startled, drew his sword, and ran towards the girl.

The girl turned her head and looked back at the sign of recognition she felt behind her.

A zombie is looking down at the girl blankly.

The girl was so shocked that she dropped the sword and arrow sheath she was holding.

“What are you doing? Run away!”

Harmon screamed loudly.

But the girl didn’t move.

He must have been scared.

The girl quietly looked up at the zombie.

Zombies are moving. He opened his mouth and stretched out his hand.

Damn it, if things continue like this, we’ll be late!

Harmon gritted his teeth.

‘Use your holy power…!’

“Heim, the god of battle. Give me the strength to protect the poor lamb…”

Holy power emanated from Harman’s body.

White particles enveloped his arms and legs and accelerated his body.

As he tried to approach the girl with all his might…

The girl’s eyes became sharp like a snake.

He picked up one of the swords that had fallen on the floor and rolled on the floor to avoid the zombie’s hand.

She held her breath and drew her sword back.

Pull out the sword from the scabbard.

“…Gaia, the goddess of mercy and love.”

Her sword glows slightly but softly.

Harmon’s face hardened as he ran towards the girl.

“Please give me the strength to protect my precious one…”

The girl hit the floor and bounced.

It quickly burrows into the arms of a zombie.

I put my right foot down on the ground. Rotate your body 360 degrees by sliding around your right foot.

The blade flew towards the zombie and cut off its neck.

“…!”

It is a slash so sharp that an afterimage of the sword remains.

Harmon stopped walking.

Sloppy and crude. It feels like I copied it crudely after reading a law book.

It seems like I was able to handle the unfamiliar swordsmanship with just ‘muscle strength’.

‘but···.’

It was rough but sharp.

As if showing destructive power, two-thirds of the zombie’s neck was cut cleanly, and the remaining part showed a rough cut surface, as if it had been forcibly chopped off.

The head of the zombie that the girl cut down rolled at his feet like a ball.

The zombie that lost its head stumbled, fell to its knees, and planted itself on the floor.

Harmon twitched his eye muscles as he looked at the zombie’s neck.

‘This is definitely…’

It is the ‘swordsmanship of the Seonghwang family’ that is said to be passed down only to the ‘Holy Cross’ who have protected the Seonghwang family for thousands of years.

Why is it that a country girl can master the swordsmanship of the royal family…?

The girl Charlotte sighed in relief when she saw the dead zombie.

My heart is pounding. I was a little scared and stiff, but I definitely did it.

‘…It’s worth the hard work.’

She recalled the books at the monastery.

Books containing all kinds of virtuosic techniques known to the Seonghwang family.

They were all brought by the exiled prince as if to familiarize himself with them at least a little. Of course, the prince just glanced at it and thought he was familiar with it, then fell down and hit it.

‘I can do what the prince can’t.’

Charlotte, intoxicated with a sense of accomplishment, turned her head.

Paladin Harman was standing right in front of her.

“What’s going on?”

“…”

Harmon stiffened and stood still in response to Charlotte’s question, tilting her head.

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“…won!”

The soldiers in the manor house looked at the corpses of zombies and ghouls piled up in front of them.

Although there were casualties, it was very rare for ordinary soldiers to suppress ghouls and Dullahan like this.

“…I really felt like a paladin!”

The soldiers looked at their bodies with admiration.

The holy power drained away as if its role had been completed.

The soldiers felt a thrill at having dreamed of becoming, at least a little, a paladin.

The most embarrassing thing was Gerald.

Because he was a nobleman sensitive to the powerful, he had heard more stories about the prince than anyone else here.

‘I heard that you are a cowardly, womanizing, and incompetent person who doesn’t know how to use your sexual power properly.’

Are you scared?

Is it too cowardly to attack a Dullahan with a shovel? It’s crazy.

Besides, you don’t know how to use your holy power?

oh my god···. How high is the Seonghwang family’s opinion that they view the 7th Prince as an incompetent child who cannot use his holy power!

‘No way, if the descendants of the Seonghwang family perform blessings, hundreds of people will be cured… The dead come back to life… ‘Is it something like that?’

Is it really like that…?

Gerald stuck his tongue out.

In my heart, I thought it was impossible, but when I thought about the holy power the prince used, it didn’t seem like it was impossible.

I even thought that the legendary stories of Seonghwang that had been passed down for over 50 years might not be all lies.

“…good. Using this momentum, the residents of the territory are evacuated into the mansion. And the prince, hurry to the mansion…”

Gerald wiped his cold sweat with a handkerchief and turned his head to where the prince was.

The prince was nowhere to be seen.

“…!”

Gerald looked around in surprise. Then he called the soldiers and asked them about the prince’s whereabouts.

“…You mean the prince?”

“He was clearly heading somewhere with his soldiers. “I thought you went with Lord Gerald’s permission.”

“…Bringing soldiers?”

“yes. uh···? that is···. It was definitely like that… however···.”

After speaking, the soldier looked around with a puzzled expression.

The number of soldiers currently in front of the mansion remained the same. Only the corpses were not visible.

But you led the soldiers?

Gerald and the soldiers looked as if they were possessed by a ghost.

Gerald shouted, thinking for a moment that the prince might be in danger.

“Ten people, please follow me. “I’m looking for the prince!”

Gerald and the soldiers hurriedly ran into the territory to find the prince.

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“I’m going crazy.”

I drank the holy water and threw away the empty bottle.

How old is this?

I think I drank about 5 bottles. Thanks to you, my stomach feels bloated.

The energy drink seems to have an effect, and it feels like my body is being recharged with sexual power.

As I walked through the grounds, I chased the scent of death that tickled my nose.

ㅡKoooooooo!

The door breaks and a ghoul jumps out.

It opened its torn mouth, raised its claws, and lunged at me.

but···.

ㅡKkirik?

The ghoul jumped and was floating in the air.

The ghoul lowers his gaze.

There are dozens of spears embedded in its body.

I looked at the dozens of [Ghost Soldiers] surrounding me.

It is the same outfit as the soldiers of Ronia Territory. He was wearing armor, his face covered with cloth, and a helmet.

Originally, a skeleton made of holy power had to be summoned.

However, in order to save holy power, I used the skill by recycling corpses, so the dead with skin were summoned.

The ghoul’s body trembles due to the blade of the spear imbued with holy power.

Another ghost soldier drew his sword, stepped on the ground, spun around, and cut off the ghoul’s head.

It’s a clean slash.

“…It’s crude, but still usable.”

The basic swordsmanship of Seonghwangga.

When I did this, he would lose his balance and fall down, but the ghostly soldier did it well, albeit sloppily.

I sniffed.

As soon as they find a pit containing magical energy within the city, they are destroyed.

Not only were there not that many, but most of them were distributed nearby, so it wasn’t difficult to find them.

As I walked along, smelling the smell of death, I blocked my nose due to the terrible stench.

I frowned.

Before we knew it, we had arrived at the battlefield around the outer wall of Ronia territory.

“Hurry and get your equipment!”

People who appear to be Yeongjimin are carrying arrow sheaths and spear swords on their backs.

“Oil! “Bring oil and fire!”

“Not enough stones!”

“Ana damn it…! This guy is coming in fearfully! “Three punishment!”

“Ugh! I got bitten by a radish! “I got bitten!”

The prisoners are screaming and fighting with the undead that have entered the top and bottom of the outer wall.

“Chi treatment…!”

“There are too many injured.”

“It was imbued with poison and magic. “You have to cut out the flesh!”

The priests were running around panting.

Move the injured and treat them.

“I’m completely out of my mind.”

I wore a bird beak mask.

Even though the spectral soldier looked significantly different from other zombies, it was dangerous if he was caught.

At least it would be better to hide your identity.

Everyone is wearing a mask, so you won’t be able to tell who is who.

I approached the priests who were treating the wounded.

They spread a cloth on the floor and laid the wounded soldiers and prisoners on it.

Priests wearing bird-beaked masks rolled up their sleeves in cold sweat to avoid poisoning from miasma and magical power.

“Magic power and poison infiltrated my stomach.”

“Feeding holy water…!”

“no. My body has become so weak. If you give him holy water, his organs will be damaged due to rejection. If this continues, I’ll die. Damn it cuts through my stomach.”

“Prepare for surgery! Bring healing potions, not holy water! “What about anesthesia?”

“It takes too much time. Just do it. We need to cut out the magic that has penetrated our internal organs. Otherwise, your organs will rot away from the magic!”

People wearing bird-beak masks are moving around busily.

I took out a surgical scalpel and various other tools.

They cut the ship carefully.

“Ugh… “Ugh!”

And the soldier, whose stomach was upset, opened his eyes blue and blue. It was like watching his own body being dissected in real time.

It’s not even Saw, and it’s truly miserable.

“No, don’t do it. “I’m dying…!”

I struggled in pain as if there was no anesthesia.

“Ah, I don’t want to die like this. Ah, not yet… “I haven’t been able to confess to her yet…”

Is that a death flag?

I was dumbfounded and looked at the dying soldier.

As soon as I speak, my eyes roll over and I lose my breath.

I can’t see you anymore.

I took out holy water from the item window and approached it.

“shit···. Hold on! Hang in there! If you lose your mind, it’s over… uh? “What are you?”

I poured holy water into my split stomach.

The priests wearing bird-beak masks who saw this were startled and scared.

It was natural.

This is because the organs that had been penetrated by magical power caused a rejection reaction and exploded.

Blood splatters everywhere. Flesh was smeared on the priests’ masks.

“omg!”

“this···. “You son of a bitch!”

The priest jumped up and grabbed me by the collar, as if he was trying to save the life of either a soldier or a prisoner.

“What are you doing! “I’m just kidding…”

I knocked on the priest’s mask with my hand and pointed at the dying soldier.

“…?”

The priest looked at my hand as if he were fascinated, then turned his gaze to the soldier.

“…what.”

Damaged organs began to regenerate.

The ruptured area disappeared and a new organ took its place.

“uh···. uh···. Ouch! it hurts! It fucking hurts! What the hell! My stomach, my stomach… What have you damned priests done to me! Argh! It hurts! You bastards! “You evil bastards!”

The soldier, who was on the verge of fainting, screamed from the sudden pain.

And my eyes rolled back, unable to overcome the pain.

“What are you doing? People are going to die. “Aren’t you going to put the ship back on?”

The priests were startled by my words and quickly began to take care of the soldier.

The split stomach is reattached and stitched. He was cured by injecting holy power.

The soldier took a deep breath to see if he could still breathe.

I took out holy water from the item window and threw it at them.

“Subspace… Magic?”

The priests looked at me and the holy water on the floor.

“Make sure there are no more dying patients. “There is no benefit in increasing the number of dead for no reason.”

“Oh, I understand!”

The priests nodded with respect.

It seemed like there were a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he looked at the patients again as if he recognized that this was not the time.

“What kind of situation is this?”

20,000 undead. No matter how much siege weapons are prepared, isn’t it too much of a drag against Tubeok?

I took the ghost soldiers and climbed up the outer wall.