I’m not going to die - I’m not going to die chapter 62

62 – Not just once

The Black Pagoda master immediately confronted him and counterattacked.

Magi’s storm was so strong that even Fran, standing next to her, was blown away by the wind.

A battle of strength and power.

Intense and explosive power collided with each other, and a splendid explosion struck everyone’s eardrums.

In each other’s strength, no one had an advantage.

The one who was astonished was the owner of the Black Tower.

No matter how much she fights at the level of a checker, it’s only a priest and a power struggle similar to one.

It was really strange.

Since Bessia’s last awakening, she has become strong enough to face the Black Tower Master.

Even if the superiority in terms of gender is great.

Tigris was very surprised.

“Have you become very strong?”

But her smile never faded.

As the Black Tower Master waved his hand as if he was playing, various black magic circles covered the surroundings.

A terrifying force gathered.

Warlocks are a class that is optimized to bring out the extreme.

The Black Tower Master made up his mind.

Showing his will to crush the warfare with this single blow, he pulled the demonic energy from the sky, and endlessly poured the demonic energy into the black magic even though he felt his body break down.

Bethia knew that too.

That the magic I feel there is not normal.

“Let’s avoid!”

“Yes, yes?!”

Fran was embarrassed when Bessia, who had been trying to kill the Black Tower Master at any moment, suddenly ran away.

However, she also realized that the black magic the Black Tower Master was trying to use was unusual.

Fran and Bessia informed everyone on the wall.

“Everyone should avoid it!”

“If you don’t want to die, get down quickly!”

The trust between Bessia, who fought against the Black Tower Master, and Fran, who had been active so far, was bound to be great.

Others followed them down from the wall.

However, Fran felt uneasy even as she hurriedly moved.

Clearly, at that level, the intent was to break down the wall.

However, the walls must be defended unconditionally.

Otherwise, there would be no way to stop the pouring undead.

“Beshia, isn’t it right to guard the walls?!”

“Am I going down without knowing that? That just can’t stop it, it’s beyond breaking down a wall!”

“Yeah?!”

Fran was horrified.

I couldn’t even imagine a powerful black magic that could blow up a castle wall.

If it’s that level of shelling, stopping it would be suicidal.

If Bessia hadn’t warned, Fran would have oxidized as she tried to block it with the same barrier this time.

The Black Tower Master decided.

He had the intention of consuming all the strength he possessed to unconditionally break down the castle wall and take the most advantageous composition.

“Sir, if the walls fall, won’t the city fall too?!”

“I can’t stop it anyway, so what’s the point of arguing about that, and if I used that level of demonic energy instead, the Black Pagoda Master won’t be able to use his power for a while, so I’ll just have to hold on somehow!”

While talking about this and that and thinking about what to do in the future, the Black Tower Master finally poured all his energy into one place.

The direction was the castle gate.

The black magic sphere she created was so huge that even 100 people couldn’t fill it, and it fell straight into the castle gate.

Quagga gagagak——

The black magic didn’t stop at collapsing the gate, and it evaporated the walls around it as well.

Fran felt that her ears were deaf for a moment.

It was only then that I realized that I was rolling on the floor when I came to my senses after how loud the explosion and vibration had been.

Anyone who failed to get too close evaporated without a trace.

Those who fell even a little further suffered serious injuries.

Everyone, whether it was a refugee or a soldier near the gate, rolled on the floor in the aftermath of the explosion.

“Ah, uh… .”

Frank was terrified by the overwhelming force.

The strongest opponent she felt was a high-level demon.

He defeated a monster that exploded a person’s head with a single gesture.

So I had confidence.

Confidence that the black pagoda is not a big deal.

I’ve fought against such a strong opponent, but the arrogance of how strong even a mage tower master would be.

However, he fell into a panic at an opponent who was stronger than a high-ranking demon.

How many years of training and actual combat would she have to go through to stop black magic of that level?

5 years? 10 years?

Not even a genius could catch up with the gap in experience.

Of course, it wasn’t originally that the Black Pagoda Master was that strong, and this result came about because it was the black magic that used my own life and life as collateral, but Fran didn’t know that well.

I was shaken by my own weakness.

It was Bethia who held Fran’s hand as she was rolling on the floor.

Frank still couldn’t hear properly, so he could only see the shape of his mouth changing no matter what Bessia was shouting.

“I can not hear!”

After answering that, Bessia put the holy power into Fran’s ear.

Only then could Fran hear properly.

“Are you awake?”

“This, no! just run away! The walls have collapsed, and the city is about to collapse, so it’s only right to run away with Argal!”

“How do you deal with the devil’s curse and give up already?”

“That, that… .”

However, Bethia sighed and nodded, probably agreeing with this.

“I can do anything about the curse, if I really do as you say, we can get out and live.”

Even if the Black Tower Lord has hostility towards Bessia, her current target seems to be limited to the city.

Perhaps, if Reinhardt and Changsung were in the lead and determined to get out, it seemed possible to get out.

“…But what about the people in the city?”

Still, after all, she is a priest by nature.

He had been learning the duty of saving people all his life, and because it suited his aptitude, he was endowed with divine power and was able to heal.

I couldn’t let more than 100,000 people die without doing anything.

that’s her idea

Francs are all the same.

My reason was paralyzed by the current fear, but when I thought about it, there were too many people who could die to escape right away.

Because her nature was just as good.

I wanted to protect the city.

Bescia encouraged Franc.

Even so, she didn’t want to jump to the limbs and die.

So I put the line in my mouth.

“Let’s do our best and run away.”

At least do what you can and get out.

I made up my mind and raised the franc.

The undead were already pouring in.

At least the spirited knights were holding on, and the soldiers gathered one by one and formed camps.

“Stop! If we don’t stop, everyone will die!”

“Whoaaagh!”

“If you can move, throw your body to block it! If the camp collapses, it’s dog death!”

Countless deaths coexisted next to him.

“Ah, ah! I die!”

“My, my arm… .”

“I’ll treat you, so calm down!”

Bessia ran right over and treated the wounded.

Fran, who was looking at it, could not remain blank.

It’s still too early to give up.

Not all the walls have collapsed.

It collapsed one by one around the castle gate.

That alone put them at a huge disadvantage on the battlefield, but Fran had his own way.

Mana was amplified with the root of the star.

An indescribable amount of mana amplified and raged in her body, but after repeating it several times, it was bearable.

All she can do is create a barrier to replace the castle wall.

Even if you can’t block that huge hole, at least make it cramped to slow down the pouring speed of the undead.

Most of the knights slashed the undead with a single knife, but it was pouring so much that it was difficult to block them.

If the camp collapses like this, the city will be destroyed.

So Fran made a barrier by narrowing the hole in the castle wall.

The barrier reduced the pouring undead by more than half, and with that alone the knights were able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The camp stabilized, and the soldiers made sure to intercept the undead sneaking through the narrow hole.

One of the knights who was the first to stop the undead thanked Fran.

“Thank you. Wizard! I will not forget your help!”

“You’re welcome!”

Fran breathed a sigh of relief, but did not let go of the tension.

If only the enemy had this, there would be no problem.

But there was a stronger enemy.

A powerful enemy that can break the barrier she created.

[With this, it is not enough.]

Slow-!

The Death Knight, who cut off the head of one soldier with a single knife, moved on.

Its pace was very leisurely, but above all, it was terrifying.

A shuddering wave of magic dwells in the Death Knight’s sword.

[More deaths are needed.]

The unstoppable enemy moved his sword.

As soon as the Death Knight’s blow hits the barrier, a large crack is created.

“It must be stopped!”

There was no knight who did not know the importance of barriers.

Whether or not the camp collapses with that barrier alone.

Whether or not the city collapses is decided.

The knights, who had been sacrificing themselves to conserve power, moved in unison.

“Stop the undead on behalf of the apprentices, the knights kill that Death Knight!”

“All right!”

The most senior-looking knight gave the order, and the camp changed accordingly.

Even as an apprentice, he showed skills worthy of the prestige of the Golden Knights, but somehow he could not maintain his camp better than the knights.

You won’t be able to stop the pouring undead for a long time.

Within such a short time, he had to catch the Death Knight.

In the meantime, Bessia, who roughly treated the fallen person, also stepped forward.

“I’ll help too!”

Her holy power dwelled in the knights.

In addition to healing, priests could apply buffs or grant various helpful effects.

If you use it appropriately, there will be a greater chance of catching the Death Knight rampaging there.

Kwagagagak-!!

Before the Death Knight could break the barrier, the senior knight blocked his sword.

When the swords collided, veins sprouted all over the body to see how strong the force was applied.

“What is so strong about having nothing but bones?”

“I will help!”

The knights next to him also helped the senior knight attack the Death Knight.

The Death Knight tried to break away from the besieged composition while knocking off the attacks pouring in from all directions.

In the process of getting out of the siege like this, a fatal loophole was seen, and there was someone who ran after it.

Ugh-!

I see a familiar face.

He broke the Death Knight’s arm.

He was obviously aiming for the neck, but the Death Knight reacted to it again and blocked it with one arm that was not holding the sword.

Reinhardt muttered as he wielded a sword that glowed blue.

“…I couldn’t kill him in one shot.”

“Reinhardt!”

Bessia saw it and welcomed it with joy.

Even one person’s help is invaluable.

Especially if it was Reinhardt, who could be said to be the strongest here.

Because it was the only one that demonstrated the power of an expert.

There was a high chance that the Death Knight would die here, and the pouring undead decreased thanks to Fran repeatedly covering the walls with barriers.

When the knights and soldiers who fought ahead, and the townspeople who watched them gained a little hope.

Despair fell from the sky.

“ah… .”

Frank looked at it blankly.

I’ve already used almost all my energy to block the walls, but that’s not the end.

There was no reason for the black magicians to remain silent.

The warlocks, lined up almost like an army, began gathering demonic energy.

Black magic bombardment poured into the city.

Kwaaang-!!!

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“I’m so sorry.”

The Black Tower Master looked at the knights who stopped the Death Knight and said.

It’s because they look like they’re struggling.

The struggle of a lowly bug that does not even know its own fate.

“That’s why you should have accepted it when half of them said they would spare you.”

Thinking about it, the offer to spare the remaining half was a very generous offer.

Originally, I was going to kill them all, but didn’t I say that I would save them?

But they have already made their choice.

The choice to make this city his tomb.

“Start.”

At one cold word, the warlocks moved in unison.

By implementing a large magic circle, the crystal of death was shot up into the sky.

It fell into the city in a parabola.

The Black Pagoda Master gazed at the city in rapture.

Every time a big explosion explodes. I could see the magi born of death seeping into the sky.

As refugees who were already staying outside the city poured in, the inside of the city was saturated.

Each shelling inflicts countless damage.

“Everyone die, because your death will become fertilizer.”

The size of the demons nested in the sky was gradually increasing.