Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer - Chapter 62

Episode 62. 〈Angel of Death. 〉

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Oscar Baldr.

That being was the strongest swordsman in the Holy Emperor Kingdom.

To get rid of him, 150 skilled necromancers were gathered and over 1,000 slaves were prepared for them.

The number of undead legions they can summon alone is over 2,000.

Also, if Nasus and Ambassador Haima work together, they can defeat Oscar with difficulty.

That’s what I thought.

But the person they had to worry about was someone else.

He was a completely different being from Oscar and even more dangerous than him.

-Everyone stand back!

Nasus’ urgent cries echoed through the temple.

A storm of holy power swirled around the altar.

Its power made Nasus’ soul cry, and the body of the necromancer caught up in the wind was torn to pieces and purified.

At Nasus’ shout, Ambassador Haima and the necromancers hesitated and hurriedly came down from the altar.

Nasus also took a step back and quickly jumped off the altar.

They looked up at the altar.

Holy water flowed like a waterfall between the steps of the high altar.

The sacred energy drove away death, softened the temple floor, and released a fragrant scent.

“Hold your breath!”

“Get your mask ready!”

The necromancers’ faces turned pale at the sight of the poison spreading.

He stepped back, wearing a mask and leather shoes.

In the spreading holy water, legions of the dead rose up.

Zombies with skeletons full of scars, ghostly banshee skeletal horses in the form of transparent women, headless Dullahan bone golems, etc. They wore armor and grabbed various weapons.

Various undead sang chants with their blue eyes glowing.

“What is that!”

“What happened!”

Hundreds of necromancers fell into chaos. They covered their ears as the ‘word’ rang out.

For the necromancers, the sacred chanting filled with sacred power in the vast space of an enclosed temple was like a signal of the end.

Terror and fear dominated reason.

A strange being spews holy water from its toes, wears a skull, and holds a magic book.

There was a change in that little boy too.

“If you have prepared well enough to face Oscar, I will do my best as well.”

The boy’s appearance changed.

Skeletons summoned around him clung to him.

The skeletons’ bodies were broken into pieces.

It wrapped around my whole body.

It was solidified and shaped by holy power, creating white bone armor.

The small boy was enlarged by his bone armor and the skull of a mountain goat.

Two meters of bone armor stepped onto the altar.

From behind its back, bony hands sprouted and stretched out long, as if it were spreading 12 wings.

Ambassador Haima took her breath away at that bizarre scene.

The necromancers shook their heads as if denying reality.

As they looked at the being in front of them, they thought of a common person.

A being that colored this world with death and fear. Also, a being that has disappeared from this world.

The name is…

“…Amon, the Demon King.”

The one in front of me was Amon, the Demon King who disappeared 50 years ago.

It also descended with sacred power, not magical power.

No, he appeared!

It felt that way to them.

But there was someone who thought differently from them.

It was Rich Nasus.

His burning eyes wavered as if he were agitated.

Holy water spurted out from the tips of his toes. Various undead came out of Seongsu.

He has Amon’s skull and also has a magic book.

Even though he was wearing bone armor, he felt sacred.

Above all, the 12 spread wings-like bony hands seem to symbolize an ‘archangel’.

‘Dangerous. This man is truly dangerous!’

He grabbed his skull.

Although it was only for a moment, my faith was broken.

The moment I saw that being, I felt the greatness of the god of life, not the god of death.

I was horrified by the fact that the God of Life was holding even death in his grasp.

What if someone like that exists in Aslan…?

‘…Aslan is destroyed!’

And that will happen from the inside, not from the outside.

Those who worship the god of death will be converted.

In order to serve Gaia, he will give up all his magic and become a priest.

The person in front of you is an imitator of the Archangel and the apocalypse who will destroy Aslan.

I had brought such a being here.

-You guys did this.

It’s not a voice, it’s an electric sound that resonates in your head.

Those were not what Nasus said, but what the archangel in front of me said.

-If I had calmly enjoyed the banquet and returned, this would not have happened. You did what you did, so pay the price.

He was angry.

Everyone who had led those who wanted tranquility to war was longing for death.

Nasus felt fear for the first time in his life after becoming undead.

– Stop it!

The necromancers looked at Nasus in shock.

-It must be stopped. Stop him!

Ambassador Haima also looked at him and said.

“What are you talking about? That’s not something we can deal with. Look at that!”

Ambassador Haima pointed with his finger around the altar.

There is a legion of the dead that continues to gush out.

The number alone exceeds thousands.

If you think about it in common sense, it is not something you can ever approach.

“That’s an ancient relic. There are two relics of Amon that can turn ordinary necromancers into monsters… and they use them freely. We can’t handle someone like this on our own…”

– We need to stop him. Otherwise Aslan will be destroyed!

Ambassador Haima fell silent at Nasus’ words.

-If it is the current archangel, it is possible for Aslan’s generals and necromancers to come together and kill him. But…

until then, the author will not sit still.

The appearance is that of an archangel.

But what is inside is a boy who is only about 16 years old.

What it meant was that it was possible to ‘grow even further.’

What if he hides his identity and grows into an even bigger monster?

Within the next five or three years, he will surpass the Demon King Amon.

This means that a being who will bring disaster even to Aslan appears in the Holy Kingdom.

A being more dangerous and greater than the prosperous Celts.

A being who will create a religious view of a third faith.

It was right in front of me.

Ambassador Haima let out a voice full of fear.

“We can’t do it on our own. Above all, I was already mortally wounded. No matter how much we put together…”

– If you sacrifice your life, it’s a different story.

“…!”

-I even sacrifice my soul for the great Aslan. All you have to do is gather magical power in exchange for thousands of slaves to break through that army and reach the Archangel. The opponent is at best a priest. Close combat would be impossible.

Nasus rolled his eyes and looked at Ambassador Haima.

-I will make a way through the army.

“…”

– Prove Aslan’s loyalty. Ambassador Haima! King Rahamma will hear of your greatness and will bestow infinite glory on your family and descendants.

At those words, Ambassador Haima swallowed dry saliva.

He went through many hardships to get to this point.

There will be no disaster in life as dangerous as now. But what if you could stop the archangel right in front of you?

He will become a hero who will remain forever in Aslan’s history.

And their descendants will be praised as descendants of heroes.

Haima turned to look at the Archangel and the legions camped in front of him.

It is a power that can even stop Oscar.

There is still a chance to stop Archangel.

Haima, who was conflicted, opened her mouth.

“For the great Aslan.”

-For the glory of the great Aslan.

The two took a breath.

“Everyone prepare for battle!”

-Summon the undead army. Face the damn army!

they shouted.

-If this continues, we will all die. Hit him before he dies!

Only then did the necromancers come to their senses.

This is the headquarters of the Black Church.

I have heard reports about ‘angels’.

I don’t know what happened to the necromancers who were kidnapped by him.

All of the Humite survivors were terrified and afraid.

There must be some reason for that.

Necromancers gathered magical power.

They also gathered all the beings they could summon.

Dozens of necromancers gathered together and summoned a death knight.

Thousands of undead legions scheduled to be summoned to deal with Sword King Oscar were encamped.

Undead with holy powers and undead with magical powers.

A formation between the two was established.

The large temple was surrounded by a dense army of the dead.

Nasus also gathered magical power.

-I will mobilize all my magical power to seal the Archangel here.

Can’t kill.

So let’s seal it.

If there are any survivors here, you can report to Aslan.

If that happens, Aslan will be ready to kill the archangel.

If the Holy Emperor Celt could kill the Demon King Amon, there was nothing Aslan couldn’t do.

Even if Aslan grows further than this, if he is well prepared, he will be able to find a way to block this being and kill it. Haima and Nasus strongly believed so.

“Everyone… go!”

At Haima’s shout, the necromancers swung their staffs.

The undead army moved accordingly.

Skeleton zombies and Dullahan screamed.

“Spray poison!”

“Neutralize the holy water!”

The necromancers took out pots of poison and quickly sprinkled it on the floor.

The floor stained with holy water was temporarily neutralized.

An undead army passed by above them.

-Coooooooo!

Let out a loud scream. His eyes turned red and he raised his flimsy weapon.

The archangel on the altar looked at the scene and smiled inside the goat’s skull.

I moved my finger slightly.

Then, all the sacred undead moved in unison as if they shared emotions.

Put your shield forward, create a wall, and raise your spear.

Behind him, a ghost banshee was deployed, pulling a bowstring filled with holy power.

An arrow is fired.

Arrows imbued with holy power pierced the undead army, and the shield wall prevented the undead from invading.

“Support fire from behind!”

Necromancers gathered magical power.

Magic of fire and ice was summoned from thin air.

A barrage of magic flew towards the opposing formation of divine undead.

A skeleton mage with holy powers also used magic to block the necromancer’s magic.

An explosion occurred in the air and a loud noise erupted.

“what…!”

It is a large-scale battle involving thousands of undead.

An undead summoned by an archangel. And a lich, 150 necromancers, and 1,000 slaves who supply them with magical power.

Although the Black Church had the upper hand in terms of scale, the Holy Undead were not pushed back even an inch.

No, it’s rather overwhelming.

The undead with magical powers could not move forward.

-Everyone get out of the way!

Then Nasus came forward.

The hem of his robe fluttered, drawing in magical energy.

‘Sucks the life force from slaves!’

Magical patterns were drawn on the bodies of the slaves imprisoned in the temple.

Through his connection to the necromancer, he sucked life and used magic.

He slammed his cane down.

Flames swirled and gathered around it.

A fireball that looked like a small sun was summoned and exploded upon hitting the Holy Undead Legion formation.

Bone fragments fly everywhere.

The middle formation was blazing with flames, and there was barely an opening.

Ambassador Haima’s eyes lit up.

“Now!”

The magic-powered undead army ran towards the gap, and Haima also drew her sword.

He and Nasus dug in together.

Nasus looked away.

When the Skeleton Mage chanted a spell, the broken bone pieces gathered together and restored the skeletons.

Is that it? The dead crawled out of Seongsu again in proportion to the number that had disappeared.

‘It’s a scary thing.’

Does this mean that his holy power is infinite?

It was too dangerous to just leave alone.

Ambassador Haima and Nasus dug in little by little.

We advanced little by little, receiving support from undead and necromancers with magical powers.

‘Just a little more…!’

At that time, there was someone blocking their path.

-After the vampire, is it a lich?

-These are also those who disturb the balance of the world.

A Holy Knight wearing armor of light.

They blocked the way.

Haima twitched her eye muscles and Nasus groaned.

-…Take your time!

Following Nasus’ shout, the necromancers exhausted their magic power.

Some people withered away at the end of their lifespan and died.

The Death Knights they summoned stood in front of the Holy Knight.

-These guys…?

-It’s different from us.

Holy Knights with egos looked at the Death Knights with interesting eyes.

And then a battle broke out as they rushed at each other.

The Death Knight’s shield was cut by a sword filled with holy power.

The body of a death knight stabbed by a spear came to mind.

It wasn’t a match at all.

Still, it was enough to kill time.

– Ambassador Haima Warp!

Haima grabbed Nasus’ shoulder.

Warp without rune words is dangerous. But now is an emergency.

I had to move forward somehow.

Their bodies decomposed.

And beyond the Holy Knights. I was summoned again to the steps of the altar.

Their bodies stumbled from the aftereffects of the warp.

My stomach is churning and my head is spinning.

They raised their heads and looked at the angel with tired eyes.

He looks down, his eyes shining curiously between the skulls.

He was holding a magic book in his hand, but he was not taking any preparation stance.

It’s like a look of contempt.

At those eyes, Ambassador Haima lost all sense of reason out of fear.

“I’m going to hit him right now! Now that I’m using magic, this will be the perfect opportunity!”

Ambassador Haima drew his sword.

He jumped in, strengthening his body with magical energy injected into it.

Nasus assisted him in preparation for any possible danger.

He wrapped a magical curtain around Ambassador Haima’s body and summoned Death Knights around him to attack Archangel together.

At that moment, the archangel moved.

No, to be more precise, 12 bony hands like wings sprouting from the back moved.

A long outstretched hand pulled something intangible out of the air and aimed it.

That’s 12 muskets.

“…what?”

[Use sacred energy.]

[Temporarily advance all equipment.]

Holy power swirled from the muzzle of the musket.

The sacred power amplified by the magic book abilities of Shingi and Amon’s skull and the two relics did not require prayer or breathing.

Loading and firing takes just 3 seconds.

They were all aimed at Ambassador Haima.

Seeing this, Ambassador Haima uttered his last words.

“…Damn it.”

The triggers of 12 muskets were pulled.