I Became The Academy Necromancer - Chapter 323



323. Death Is a Disaster

“…”

There was only silence inside the conference hall. Before I knew it, the mysterious woman was sitting at the table where the meeting was taking place, looking out her window.

It was so full of loopholes that it seemed like it would be possible to suppress it if they rushed in right away.

Everyone saw what Coltman had just suffered, so he couldn’t move rashly.

The soul handles magic on its own.

This was a sight that no warlock had ever seen before, and the heads of the leaders were spinning wildly.

‘This is not just a necromancer.’

‘Is it possible for a dead person to use magic with his or her soul even in the spirit state?’

‘It was said that most evil spirits have lost their sense of self or have excessively aggressive tendencies. But that woman is not like that at all.’

As I have said several times, except for the Griffin Kingdom, other countries judged black magic to be worthy of academic study.

The mere existence of the dark spirits already felt like a new horizon had been opened to them in the study of necromancy.

‘I can’t believe Coltman was treated like this. Hmm, I guess it’s a complete defeat when it comes to black magic.’

‘It’s a shame. If I had been born in an empire, I would definitely have used it carefully.’

‘Before I came, I researched necromancy in detail. It is several times higher than our principality’s level.’

Check the level difference.

And then, naturally, he lets out a bitter sigh of regret. Why was a man like that born in Griffin, a family that excessively rejects warlocks?

If only it weren’t here.

His talent would have been so crooked that he would have become a huge tree that could encompass the entire continent instead of fully blooming.

Of course, King Orpheus may feel somewhat unfair. First of all, he was the one who was the most relaxed in this place.

‘Did you say he was a dark spirit?’

Orpheus also knew about the dark spirits. Another gift that taught Owen Baltani, the spirit of a warlock who accompanied Deius.

I heard that he was kind and gentle rather than this cold atmosphere, but I thought maybe I had misunderstood.

Frown.

The dark spirit slowly turned his head and winked at Orpheus without anyone noticing.

The moment he saw that, even Orpheus could barely suppress his laughter.

Those called warlocks seemed to have a talent for acting.

[… ] ] …]

The dark spirit looked out the window again. Before we knew it, Deius was heading outside the palace.

Numerous soldiers were rushing in to stop him.

It is enough to hold it like this.

There were already so many dead people swirling around in all directions that it could be called a haunted house outside.

[They say people change when they face death, right?]

Her monologue, which started out of nowhere, had a leisurely flow as if she were reciting poetry.

[Perhaps she wanted to make me feel that. It’s a good opportunity, approaching death while still alive is a rare experience.]

What does it mean?

Her leaders didn’t really understand what she was saying.

I thought it would be okay to think of her as a complaint from the dead.

The dark spirit slowly walked out of her window.

That was the end.

The warlock, who had been holding the leaders hostage and dominating the space until just now, easily released his grip on the back of the neck.

For a moment, no one moved because they thought it was a trap, but King Orpheus was the first to stand up.

“Go down and check. “I think I’m ready to show what kind of person Deius Verdi is.”

“… “What kind of person are you?”

“Interesting.”

The leaders and their guards follow Orpheus.

The moment when Gloria, commander of the Knights of the Guard, who was guarding the entrance, opened the door and stepped out.

A hot yet unpleasant warmth spreads inside through the door.

They frowned and entered the hallway, where a dark path stretched out without any light.

[Kkihihihihihi!]

[It came out! It came out! It’s out!]

[You assholes with heavy asses!]

Ghosts rise and disappear from the walls, floor, and ceiling, mocking or scaring them.

It meant that the entire Griffin palace had already been taken over by ghosts.

Deius Verdi’s ability to create this situation in just a few minutes made the leaders nervous and had no choice but to move forward.

* * *

“Sigh! Sigh!”

“… “Wow!”

“Block the entrance! Stop it!”

Zelkin, the warlock of the Kingdom of Zerman, leans his body on the staff he holds.

A staggering body and dizzy vision, as if you were about to faint at any moment.

He was about to fall down while vomiting, but Hela, the warlock comrade next to him, caught him.

“Wake! What if we fall here too!”

“Nose, Coltman…” ” … Mr. Coltman.”

“He’s coming!” “He’ll be here soon, so let’s hold on!”

The warlocks who came from the Kingdom of Germany were all Coltman’s disciples.

They were busy dealing with the spirits that were scattering everywhere.

The spirits did not cause harm or harm to humans, but their mere presence was spreading strange waves.

It was affecting the human mind. Headache, dizziness, mana instability, fatigue, etc.

The ghosts were floating around, bringing the living to their knees just by letting out their screams and laughter.

Also, because of that, I felt rather helpless.

They are being pushed like this simply by their presence.

Even the iron soldiers who led the civil war in the Principality of Balestan to victory fell without even swinging their proud spears once.

The warriors of an empire are forced to close their eyes and cross-legged to unite their minds among themselves, but they can only hold on.

I couldn’t do anything more than that.

Fortunately, even in the Griffin Kingdom, the Magic Judges, known as Anti-Magic Thesis, were able to stand still because they were blocking magic through robes with layers of protective magic.

“Whoa.”

They didn’t even pay attention to the fallen soldiers of other countries.

Just standing in front of the entrance, keeping your back straight, waiting for someone.

“Is everyone okay?”

At that time, a man ran towards the warlocks of the German Kingdom.

It was the third prince, Serhul German, who had a quiet mouth and handsome appearance.

The reason why the 3rd prince came instead of the 1st and 2nd princes was because of Princess Eleanor.

Unfortunately, Serhul German’s love for Princess Eleanor was not extinguished.

It also played a role in the fact that he had the most outstanding military power among the princes.

It was thanks to him not being involved in the rebellion between the 1st and 2nd princes, and simply honing his skills as a sword of the German Kingdom.

“Wow, prince! Are you okay?”

“It’s dangerous here!”

Zelkin and Hela simultaneously shout out to the prince, but he slips out the necklace he wears around his neck. It was an artifact that prevented mental-type magic.

“After the last incident, I always carried it around my neck.”

A past in which all six princes of the German Kingdom were fooled by Learic, the great devil of deception.

Serhul not only solved the case, but also equipped himself with a necklace that blocks mental magic to prevent something like this from happening again.

However, spending time like this did not improve anything.

The ghosts keep increasing, no matter where they come from, and the people who have been holding on eventually fall one by one.

At that time.

Step by step.

The long echoing footsteps contained infinite heaviness.

Like a wave spreading across a lake.

His steps were spreading toward the end of the earth.

Step by step.

The moment the souls who had been screaming until now heard his steps, they closed their mouths.

With just such simple silence, an eerie atmosphere spread heavily across the land.

My nose is sore from the strange chill.

A presence that freezes even the screams and pain that were coming out of people just a moment ago.

Step by step.

Deius Verdi was walking outside the royal palace.

“What the hell is this?”

“The souls who were noisy just now…”

The souls that were screaming and scattering waves in all directions were suddenly following Deius Verdi.

It felt as if the souls had planned out the path he would take in advance.

From noble mtl dot come

“Wow.”

Prince Ser Hul 3 swallowed his saliva and placed his hand on the sword strapped to his belt, but he did not have the courage to pull it out.

If you pick this now.

My hands were shaking because I knew full well that the dead people’s hateful glares would be poured upon me.

It was scary.

“Ah.”

Before she knew it, her colleague Zelkin was lying on the floor, unconscious, but Hela’s eyes were focused on Deius.

Same warlock.

Also, Hella was also a necromancer.

I couldn’t help but notice his overwhelming greatness

If I were to describe him as someone who is walking the path of becoming a necromancer.

Definitely the pinnacle.

As a necromancer, Hela was convinced, without the slightest exaggeration, that nothing more could happen.

“It makes sense… “He is someone who has reached it.”

That’s why Hela had no choice but to lower her head. Here, she felt as if she would disappear like dust if she resisted him.

The disaster called death has passed.

Those who were alive just bowed their heads, hoping it wasn’t them.

Boom!

At that moment, a large man stopped the cold chill that was spreading as if to change the atmosphere.

Sorcery Judge Tyrn Ol Bellokus.

Behind him, who struck the ground with the tip of his spear-like staff, magic judges wearing golden robes lined up to form a barrier.

“Deius Verdi.”

There was no conversation between the two.

I simply marched forward, saying his name as if I was chanting it.

Deius Verdi took the same stride and at the same speed as when he first appeared.

I simply walked forward.

Tyrn suddenly remembered the time when he tried to execute Deius.

He was happy to be able to fight again, but he was not happy with the current situation.

Nevertheless.

As the sorcerer’s judge, Tyrn swung his staff at Deius to do what he had to do.

Kwaaang!

At some point, he found himself lying on the floor.

Extreme magic resistance.

The grim reaper of warlocks.

Before we knew it, the Magic Judges were lying unconscious on the floor.

Deius Verdi is still.

Same stride length.

At the same speed.

I walked outside.

In the end, no one here.

From the moment Deius Verdi escaped from prison, not even for a single moment could he stop his steps or make him hurried.

The dead followed their saints in silence.

The living just bowed their heads and waited for death to pass by.