Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer - Chapter 64

Episode 64. 〈Angel of Death. 〉

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Celtic Olfols, the great hero who killed the Demon King Amon, entered the battlefield himself.

Stepping on the dry land, step by step, they approached where Aslan’s army was.

Aslan’s general Gallas was in confusion.

The opponent is the ruler of the Holy Kingdom.

It’s a success.

Someone like that on the front line? Does that mean he came out alone?!

Besides, that outfit doesn’t look like a fighting stance.

The only weapon is a large golden hammer.

Is it belittling? Or am I out of my mind?

Or does it mean that he can take on an army of 100,000 alone?

No, that doesn’t really matter.

This was luck.

It was as if the God of Death had given him merit.

‘Okay, if you kill the author…!’

You will be able to receive recognition for your contribution from King Rahamma!

Killing the Holy Emperor is equivalent to gaining half of the Holy Emperor’s kingdom.

This is a unique opportunity.

No matter how great a hero he is, he cannot do anything about human lifespan.

This is your only chance to kill the weak Seonghwang.

Gallas pulled out his sword and aimed it at the Celt approaching from afar.

“Kill him! I will reward whoever kills it. I will grant freedom to the slaves, titles to the soldiers, and one hundred slaves and territory to the necromancers!”

Gallas’ words rang out.

Accordingly, the person assisting next to him raised a red flag.

The sound of drums rang out from Aslan’s formation.

The dead screamed and the slaves cheered.

It was visible in their eyes too.

The old man is approaching alone and defenseless in the sandstorm.

It would be easy to kill someone like that!

“good! “Go and kill that old man!”

Buuuuuuu-!

The horn sounded.

With that as a signal, the dead and slaves ran.

Various weapons were drawn.

The earth shook.

Undeads full of hatred and slaves crazy about merit showed their crazy eyes.

“I kill. “I will kill you!”

Among the slaves, there is one who runs with all his might.

He grabbed the mace and jumped up, drooling.

He was holding a mace that was large compared to his scrawny body, and it looked like he was going to crush the old man’s head at any moment.

But…

Celt raised his hand.

And swung.

For a very brief moment, an electric current flowed with a flash.

The head of the leading slave disappeared.

The slave’s body fell to the floor without even leaving behind ashes.

“…!”

At that moment, the slaves who were jumping in were startled and stopped.

By then, the situation had already reached Celt.

Celt raised his head and glared at the slaves.

“If you are guilty, it is…”

Kelt raised the hammer in his right hand.

“…It means that they blocked my path.”

The hammer came down.

The earth exploded.

A flash of light flashed around him, the dry land turned black, and an electric current flowed back through it.

Lightning flashed from the floor to the sky.

That’s it!

The lightning surged together and created a huge wall.

“What what…!”

The slaves hesitated and stepped back.

The huge wall of lightning slowly tilted.

Then it hit the ground and spread throughout the earth.

It’s a wave.

Waves of lightning spread in all directions.

“what. what…!”

“Aaaah!”

The slaves turned around and ran away. However, a huge lightning bolt struck them and instantly destroyed them without leaving even ashes behind.

The moment Gallas, who was hundreds of meters away, stopped, sparks flew from Kelt’s body and disappeared in a flash.

The earth exploded once again.

A swarm of light rushed forward, burning everything around.

And…

Gallas couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Whoa…”

There was a Celt right in front of me.

He exhaled and narrowed his eyes, looking at himself.

The sound of thunder rang out later.

Gallas swallowed dry saliva and grabbed his sword.

For a moment, I saw a flash of light.

Gallas reflexively swung his sword.

Blocked the lightning. Additionally, along with the pain of burning his hands, an explosion occurred and his body was thrown away.

“Ugh… Ugh!”

Gallas screamed and grabbed his right hand.

Current still flows.

Seeing this, necromancers gathered around and sprayed potions.

“Kill that bastard! Don’t let your guard down. That guy… is a monster!”

Before you know it, Celt is in the middle of enemy territory.

And the soldiers surrounding Celt held their breath.

they saw

Slaves being evaporated in an instant by a flashing human being.

“Everyone stop him!”

“Slaves, take your time!”

A thousand command corps.

They destroyed 50,000 dead to save magic power.

Necromancers form a group.

Each person gathered their magic power and summoned a high-ranking dead person.

Death knights wearing magical armor are slowly crawling out of the ground with red eyes.

The slaves screamed.

Those who tried to approach Celt were destroyed by the lightning of holy power just by being nearby.

The summoned undead death knights quickly ran towards Celt.

Wearing black armor and running with the breath of a ghost.

These are not ordinary necromancers.

The elite of the elite.

It is called the Immortal Legion, and it is a command corps made up of talented people who are incomparable to the Black Order, which gathers young chicks.

The undead they summon are of different quality.

The Death Knight they summoned together went beyond the ordinary.

The Death Knights reached Celt and wielded various weapons while withstanding the flashing thunderstorms around them.

Death Knights surrounded the area, swinging swords, spears and maces.

Celt’s eyes instantly recognized the weapons flying from all directions.

He dodged the sword and spear and struck the mace with the hammer.

His body flashed and he grabbed the Death Knight’s head and slammed it to the floor.

He stepped on the ground and swung his hammer, striking the body of another Death Knight.

He snatches the weapon and puts it in the other Death Knight’s solar plexus, then turns around and kicks the wedge.

“it’s bothering!”

Celt compressed his sexual power in his left hand.

I shot it into the sky.

The sky filled with dark clouds flashed and lightning struck in all directions.

A lightning strike randomly struck Aslan’s formation, causing an explosion and dozens of slaves floating in the air at the center of it.

The Death Knights were hit by lightning or barely escaped it.

“Beat the Death Knight!”

Celt’s gaze returned.

Necromancers everywhere chanted spells and summoned huge balls of fire and ice. Just as it was about to hit Celt, Celt raised his hammer. He leaned back and swung the hammer.

Intense lightning flashed from the hammer.

Magic bullets containing magical power flying from all directions were pierced by lightning.

Rather, lightning struck the necromancers’ formation.

“Huh!”

“Stop it!”

The necromancers struck a protective shield made of magic. The layered shields were pierced

and an explosion occurred in the necromancers’ formation. The

dead disappeared and the living screamed, clutching parts of their evaporated bodies.

Gallas took a deep breath.

Hundreds and thousands of troops were evaporating in an instant.

“…I can see from where I saw that he was a dying old man.”

Gallas swallowed his dry saliva.

He looked at the sky and the earth.

The spot where Celt passed was hollow and an electric current was flowing.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds and the sound of thunder was loud.

In it, Celt was struck by lightning. He hunted Death Knights by manipulating them freely.

He was even manipulating the natural climate by changing it.

Celt is over 100 years old this year, but are they all dying old men?

He checked his right hand

. He recovered to some degree.

It was fortunate that he had always strengthened his entire body with magical energy while fighting.

What if he had not been able to withstand the Celtic lightning? Not only his hands but his entire body would have been destroyed.

He held the sword.

‘Should I step back?’

No, not yet.

If you retreat from here, you will be held accountable.

The Death Knights are tying up the Celts.

I had to take advantage of this moment.

“Commander Corps. Cover me! I, Gallas Iram, one of the 12 lords, am here. I will take your head!”

The necromancers stood behind Gallas.

They passed on magical power to Gallas.

The body was strengthened and the sword contained magical power.

I put all my nerves into the tip of my sword.

‘It’s just one blow.’

With this, we will take Celt’s head and win this war!

He took a deep breath and rushed towards Celt, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Death Knight.

It penetrates like a gale.

In an instant, it burrowed into the arms of Celt, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Death Knight.

The tip of the sword extended towards Kelt’s back.

‘It’s over. Celtic All Falls-!’

At that moment, Kelt’s head turned and his eyes met Gallas’s.

The air around expanded.

The ground on which Kelt and Gallas were standing broke apart and the two collided.

An explosion occurred behind Celt and the Death Knights flew away.

Gallas smiled.

There was a feeling. It feels like it’s digging into my flesh!

It would be an immediate death or a fatal wound that would be impossible to revive even if he survived.

With this, Celtic is a prosperous…!

“what…?”

In the dust, Kelt was looking down at him with an indifferent face.

blocked.

Celt grabbed the sword with his bare hands.

Celt’s hands were shaking and blood was leaking from his palms.

The magic spread to my fingertips and my skin turned black, but the sword could no longer penetrate.

Gallas’ mouth opened.

‘You said you blocked it…?’

“This is ridiculous…!”

Blocking a sword imbued with magical power! And that too with bare hands…!

Kelt said, looking at Gallas in shock.

“Did you say you wanted to take my head? Well then, come with 12 princes and King Rahamma. “You never know if they come forward.”

Kelt raised the hammer towards Gallas, who was unable to move with an indifferent expression.

“Maybe they can kill me!”

I crushed the sword with my hand.

I slammed the hammer straight into Galas’ head.

The head disappeared and the body also disappeared.

When the hammer hit the ground, dozens of meters in front of the explosion exploded and exploded.

Even the Death Knights could not withstand the shock. Aslan’s soldiers covered their faces with their hands in the hazy dust.

Then

they saw

Celt standing alone.

With only a minor wound, he was glaring at them with murderous eyes.

They relaxed their fighting stances and The weapons he had were hanging down.

“What? I just… Mr. Gallas…?”

“Did the 12 feudal lords lose?”

Kelt took a breath and exhaled.

Fatigue set in.

It looks like he’s getting older.

I was barely this tired and even injured.

Kelt pressed his temple. He looked at Aslan’s remaining soldiers with an angry face.

Aslan’s soldiers turned pale with fear.

The Death Knights also disappeared, as if it was no longer difficult to maintain their magic power.

No attacks came.

All you have to do is look back and step back in order to escape.

I didn’t just scream, my reason was paralyzed by the fear of ‘death’ and I couldn’t even move.

There was no need for Celt to step forward anymore.

“…Please do the rest. “Gentlemen.”

Kelt looked back.

Before you know it, the heavenly army is deployed outside the walls of the border area.

Up to 1,000 Holy Knights are lined up, riding on horses, holding cavalry spears and holding shields.

“Follow His Majesty’s orders!”

they shout

A sound so grand that the earth trembled.

The cavalry lance rose into the sky and was aimed straight ahead.

“We will subdue the heretics!”

The eyes of the paladins inside the helmets were blazing.

They started running, glaring at the invaders.

At that sight, Aslan’s soldiers fell into panic.

The general commander also died. Additionally, Celt did not suffer any fatal injuries.

In this situation, even the heavenly army participates in the battlefield!

“Retreat, retreat!”

“Aaaah!”

Celt walked through the sand and wind. Paladins passed by left and right, leaving him behind.

The leader of the Holy Knights got off his horse and invited Celt to speak.

“Thank you for your effort.”

“Send a letter to Aslan and prepare to march.”

The Holy Knight leader’s eyes widened.

“Let’s give Aslan’s Lord Rahamma a chance. Until he surrenders and bows his head, and until they bring back the princes they took.”

Kelt turned his gaze and glared at the Paladin leader.

“We will trample on them. If you want to live, tell yourself to crawl and find a way to survive. If they were taken hostage, there would be no trade whatsoever, and if there were any wounds, they would burn down the city, one city at a time, for every small wound. “That is…”

Kelt said with a blood-filled face.

“I am a prosperous Celtic All-Falls. If you disobey them, they will let you meet the god of death they want.”

The Holy Knight leader lowered his head in a cold sweat.

With this, the war between the Holy Emperor and Aslan began.

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Necromancers screamed in the Black Order’s stronghold.

“Run away…!”

They left the temple.

Dry wilderness.

There was nothing there where the sandstorm blew.

As the necromancers hurriedly escaped from the temple and tried to escape on camels, divine skeletons riding skeletal horses followed them.

He aimed the spear and struck down, piercing it.

“Aaaah!”

The necromancer pierced by the spear was dragged to the floor and hit the wall.

The slaves trapped in the necromancers’ screams trembled in fear.

Fear was stained.

My body became drowsy as I was intoxicated by the fragrant scent that spread for a moment.

The wounds on their bodies began to heal little by little.

The slaves looked inside the temple while imprisoned.

A fragrant scent flowed from the stagnant holy water.

“Tinya, Tina!”

Damon, a former necromancer and nobleman, showed surprised eyes.

He was 40 years old,

but he looked like an old man in his 80s with thin bones. He had

lost his magic and was a waste man, and he looked like he was in shock, covering his bald head and looking at the person behind him. He called out to the girl.

The girl, who was burying her head with her knees together, raised her head. A

dark elf with long ears.

She had tan skin, bright red hair and eyes, and tilted her head.

As a slave, her body was damaged by all kinds of experiments by the necromancer. She lost.

Her body, suffering from various diseases and torture-like drug experiments, was covered with all kinds of burns and cuts.

“The wounds are healing!”

Damon looked at his hands.

Damon’s body, which had been used as an experiment by the necromancers, was healing little by little. The

wrinkled skin was regaining its vitality.

“…Oh my God. This is a miracle! I can live longer. “The life of a warlock was sacrificed in exchange for his life to be restored!”

Necromancers are a profession that requires longevity.

Naturally, as vitality drains, the body rapidly ages. No way to reverse this has been found so far.

However, such aging is being restored little by little.

Youth before the body contained magic. is recovering.

Tinya was feeling it too.

This strange energy was healing her sick body.

“That is an angel. The angel who suppresses evil is over there!”

Tinya stood up from her seat and approached the iron cage.

Damon and Tinya looked at the angel sitting on the altar outside the cage with his head down as if he had fainted.

“Ah… Oh my god. He saved us. “You came to save Tinya!”

Damon fell to his knees,

“Others tried to exclude you, Tinya, but heaven chose you!”

He uses holy power to heal people. However, he also uses necromancy and dominates evil spirits.

Damon was deluded by this alien power.

“Look, what miracle could be greater than this? Gaia, who has the miracle of life, who has the miracle of death. Yudai. An archangel with the power of these two is right in front of us! No, he has appeared before us!”

Damon raised his hands and praised,

“He is the combination of two gods. The son of God! The incarnation of an archangel!”

Damon looked fanatical and muttered.

At those words, Tinya swallowed dry saliva.

“We are now seeing the incarnation of an angel born from the gods!”

His voice echoed through the temple.

The slaves looked up at the altar with shocked faces.

The archangel’s bone armor disappeared.

As if reacting to that, the spectral soldiers who had been hunting the necromancer also disappeared.

On the altar, a boy sat sleeping. It was in. On the ceiling opposite to it, there was a reaper impaled on a stake and disappearing.

Many people in prison saw the image of an archangel killing the reaper.

A boy sleeping, sprinkling light on the altar of a temple filled with holy water.

A mysterious yet sacred appearance. The slaves knelt one after another

and prayed to a boy named Allen Allpols,

“Is that an angel?”

Tinya looked at him with shaking eyes.

Abandoned by Lord Rahamma, she was fascinated by the appearance of the boy in front of her.

If Damon was right, he was an angel who came to save her.

“Hurry, pray to him. .And let Aslan know to others that Tinya is the king’s successor!”

Following Damon’s words, Tinya knelt down and put her hands together and prayed.

If what he said was correct, if he chose Tinya, the daughter of Emperor Rahamma, she should be chosen by him.

Tinya knelt down and bowed her head.

She put her hands together and bowed her head in prayer.

Hundreds of surviving slaves also prayed.

Praising the angel, the slaves even shed tears for the one who saved them.

Faith began to grow in their hearts

. What Su said was right. It was the moment when a new religion was born

, a being that would create a third faith, something

that had not been seen in the Holy Emperor or Aslan.