The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 286

My Villains Episode 286

53. The Midnight Sun (5) As soon as

I got out of bed after hearing Eson’s startled voice, a bundle appeared as if I had been waiting for it. After putting on the plate armor with his help, I ran out of the common house.

The scenery of the monastery faced like that was completely different from that of the daytime.

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!

I raised my head at the terrible screams of the dead, and unexpectedly, a dazzling light covered the sky.

A beautiful wave of light that can only be seen in polar regions. It was Aurora.

“Ugh…

Mungchi let out a strange sigh. All eyes were taken by the curtain of light, which was based on the colors of gold and silver, and mixed with waves of white, blue, and red.

“It’s a ‘Divine Barrier’.”

The sight that I had only seen through the monitor became a reality, and it was right in front of my eyes. I got used to this strange sense of déjà vu, so I was able to clear my mind with one swallow of dry saliva.

“What is the Divine Barrier?”

“The sound magic circle bis made by the priests is too much.”

All kinds of undead were ravaging the night sky beyond the sacred barrier that waved in five colors.

The skull, whose eyes were shining blue, scattered a gloomy blue light over a couple of vertebrae remaining. A dozen or so guys like that flew around, gnashing their teeth, leaving nothing bizarre behind.

There were also high-ranking undead demons commonly called ghouls. It made a body as big as a troll into a body and spewed out black smoke, just like a dark cloud being swept up in a whirlwind.

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!

The protagonists of those terrible screams were ‘Banshees’, ghosts clad in pale halos.

The beautiful girl with long hair, the girl who hadn’t lost her breasts, and the old woman with a wrinkled face and a hooked nose – all of them were shedding tears of blood and screaming in agony.

A banshee’s voice was deceptive, and upon hearing its screams, it was common to be driven mad, terrified, or bewitched.

However, the auspicious aurora that originated from the ringed cross on the steeple of the cathedral waved vigorously, as if not allowing even a handful of scams. All the negative energy emitted by the banshee melted in an instant like an ice cube dropped into boiling water.

“Very nice.”

“You say it’s cool?”

Utequai, standing next to him, stared up at the sky with a chain slung over his shoulder.

“right. It is a landscape to engrave in your head.”

“…What is it? Memorize it well and draw it sometime later.”

“of course. I am watching for that.”

Utequai smiled as he watched the white spirits, banshees with wisps of fire, and burning skulls and demons perform aerobatics over the sacred barrier.

“……Ughhh.”

Because he’s crazy too.

After regaining some composure, I brushed my hair back and looked around in front of the communal house. As if the watchmen operated by themselves were doing their job properly, mercenaries who were not awake were pouring out as if they were rolling.

“If you come out, don’t be dazed and check the equipment first! Donel, you get the torch from the wagon! With sulfur fed!”

“You only have one goal, you bastards! I left my helmet somewhere!”

“What kind of fucking shit is this at a fucking night like this?”

“The light that overlooks all things—”

Confair and Dervish kicked the newcomers in the ass and hurriedly prepared, Fritz spat and cursed, and Gidon looked up at the five-colored aurora and touched the rosary.

I have to move to the curtain wall, but some faces are not visible.

“…Where’s Heila?”

“If you’re a lady, you’re still lying in bed.”

The veteran conjurer scratched his head under his helmet.

“Miss Rowen has been trying hard, but she hardly wakes up… She says she’s already weak at sleeping, so it seems she’s having a hard time waking up at dawn.”

I knew that Heila was a bit of a hot pot, but… are you not able to sleep at all?

As I cupped my forehead, Confir added with a wry smile.

“I sent Umberta, so I’ll get her right away. The cathedral knight will be waiting for you, so please leave.”

“…good. let’s go.”

The curtain wall and tower were brightly lit.

The garrison, a mixture of soldiers, monks, and followers, was less than a hundred strong, but maintained high morale.

It is also true that they are guarding the holy ground as believers of Kwangmyeonggyo. The common belief of the garrison gathered here was that if they met their end while defending the Holy Land, they would enjoy eternal glory in the arms of the Lord.

“…No matter how you do it, everyone is really great.”

Standing on top of the door tower on the curtain wall, he glanced at the fanatical soldiers and spoke to Lord Kabar.

“It seems that no one is scared even after seeing that army.”

At dawn when the blizzard had subsided, the brilliant brilliance of the divine barrier illuminated the surroundings like daytime. Thanks to this, the army of the dead surrounding the cliffs behind and in front of the monastery revealed its size, albeit vaguely. It

‘s

an unpleasant voice that makes your heart sink just by hearing it. It was the sound of corpses gazing blankly in this direction, fluttering in the cool breeze.

thousands? maybe tens of thousands?

Bodies were teeming with them everywhere they could see. I can’t even count the number of them.

The scale is so huge that it lacks a sense of reality. The reason why the mercenaries stood at the curtain wall chatting with blank faces was also probably for that reason.

“There is no reason to be afraid, sir.”

The cathedral knight, Sir Kabar, had a calm face that did not change much from what he had seen during the day.

“The Lord is watching over you. His light will lead us to victory, and even if we are defeated, he will fill the end with the light of glory. Why should I be afraid?”

Yes, I am a fool for asking such a question to a nobleman who is the leader of this group of fanatics.

Sir Kabar, who must have read my expression, cleared his throat and added his words.

“Still, it is true that it is an unexpected situation. What the hell did they do to make a dead of that size suddenly appear…

“It didn’t appear out of nowhere.”

I looked closely at the undead army filling all sides and pointed to one side. Zombies crawling out of the snowdrifts in the corner of the mountain…

“You said you fought them a week ago, right? It must have been hiding there from then on

.”

“That is impossible. If there were that many undead hiding, there’s no way the priests wouldn’t have sensed it.”

“They didn’t hide the undead, they just hid the corpses.”

“…just the corpse?”

I shrugged at Lord Kabar’s blank gaze.

“What are you having trouble with? After hiding the zombies in a blizzard, it’s the first time I’ve scammed them and turned them back into corpses.”

“So, sir, are you saying that all those corpses must have risen at once

?”

“So to speak.”

“Impossible. No matter how low-level undead they are, they can raise that number at once.”

It is the power of ‘Crown of the Ancient Ruler’ that reduces the dominance needed to command the undead, and the power of ‘Kurnugia’s Bone Staff’ that increases the efficiency of necromancy.

Shall we say that it is the equipment that makes the impossible possible?

But I couldn’t afford such a ‘gamey’ explanation, so I scratched my eyebrows and glossed over it.

“He shook the eastern part of Mitterge Land and the western part of the kingdom with his undead army. You have to have that much power to do that.”

“…Yes, that’s right.”

I asked another question to the cathedral knight who was muttering, ‘Is he really the king of death?’

“Where are all the priests?” “Everyone, stay at the church with Bishop Hecavenko…

We need

a lot of priests to keep the sacred barrier stable .”

Through the hesitation between words, it was possible to guess that the absence of the saint had a bad effect on the operation of the sacred barrier.

In fact, Saint Abel was a cleric who had as much divine power as four or five ordinary priests, apart from his precognitive ability. Had he been alive, he would have easily maintained the divine barrier alone.

When I put on a bitter expression, Lord Kabar continued, glancing sideways at the fat tower behind him.

“Don’t worry though. There are two monks preparing in the tower in the back, so you should be able to deal with just about anything.”

“It’s quite a lot… Does it include breaking the divine barrier?”

“that.”

Sir Kabar chose his words for a moment, then secretly sighed.

“…to be honest, I can’t say for sure. I witnessed a death knight with bizarre power tearing the sacred barrier and slandering the saint, but I can’t say out loud that nothing will happen.”

His upright face showed little change in expression, but it was easy to see through his innocent eyes that he was depressed.

“Lord Kabar.”

“So I need your help.”

The cathedral knight, conscious of the soldiers’ gaze, lowered his voice and whispered to me.

“I heard that Sir and the Red Bear are unmatched in the kingdom.”

“…Well, it’s not like we lack skills.”

“I believe you. So, if the death knight tries to break through the sacred barrier and infiltrate it, stop him with the red bear.”

“Death knights are undead. It would be advantageous to deal with a cathedral knight sir…

“I already told you. It’s different from a normal death knight. It means that the divine power is not working properly.”

It was the equivalent of admitting one’s lack of strength.

It was a shameful remark as a soldier, but it seemed like a very good attitude as a commander guarding the castle. So I smiled and nodded my head.

“I will do as you say. I will be the death knight.”

“Really?”

“yes. In fact, what we discussed was not that different.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“There’s no such thing as a plan… I just had something else in mind because I was reluctant to confront an undead of that size head-on.”

The moment Lord Kabar was about to open his mouth, waves of corpses began to ripple.

A group

of people approached from afar, cutting through the ranks of the army, using the meaningless noise of the zombies as the background sound.

Whoa, whoa—

a cool yet damp wind gnawed at the curtain wall. The decaying corpse stings my nose.

Using the five-colored glow of the sacred barrier as the light, I looked over there and finally saw him.

Luke. A necromancer with the oddly nicknamed ‘King of Death’.

He was wearing a purple satin cape like a high-ranking aristocrat would wear, riding a Phantom Steed or a Ghost Steed.

Instead of holding the reins, he held his white staff upright and wore a blue-rusted bronze crown. Just like when I first saw him in South Harbor, his white hair was neatly brushed and his chin was clean-shaven.

If it hadn’t been for the 15 Skull Knights, 4 Headless Knights, and Death Knights surrounding him, it would have looked like a royal procession. Maybe he wanted me to look like the great lord with 20 knights.

In any case, the twenty-one ghost steeds, whose walking bodies parted like the Red Sea and appeared majestically, were in bad shape.

Some of the mercenaries involuntarily exclaimed in admiration, and the ponytail Fritz said something with a twisted expression.

no i was trying to say I was a little faster this time.

“Ha ha ha. The bastard who will soon be scurrying around will catch up.”

The words he uttered impulsively caught the eyes of the mercenaries.

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.