Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 292



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Episode 292

It’s full of light.

Everywhere was filled with splendid light, and even my body seemed to be fading away to white like the light.

White.

White.

All white… … .

“stop.”

Suddenly.

A red liquid flows out from the corner of Morse’s mouth, where he has bitten his lip so hard that it bursts.

“Are you kidding me from the start?”

Even though he spoke with a frown, Morse could not see anything before his eyes.

Because the light pouring down from everywhere blocked my vision, it was as if it was pitch black and I couldn’t see anything.

Sarak.

Morse waved his hand.

The darkness scattered along the trajectory as if swallowing the light, and soon the thick darkness mixed together swallowed the light, revealing the outline of the being in front of Morse.

[… … .]

Clank.

Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders.

Although the only thing visible was her lower face due to her long hair covering her eyes, her mouth, with the corners of her lips lifted, still showed off a beauty like a sculpture.

The pure white costume caught the light and showed off its presence by shining through the few golden decorations, and the hands and feet revealed within it were gathered together politely, exposing bare skin.

Nothing had changed.

“The Pope.”

In Morse’s memories, she always looked the same.

When I first found out, and when she tried to kill me.

And even when he took her life with his own hands.

[It’s been a while, Morse.]

She has reigned as a serpent, deceiving and deluding everyone with her disgusting yet sublime appearance.

[Has it been 10 years? It’s been a really long time.]

“Yeah. It’s been a while.”

A bird.

The corners of Morse’s mouth lifted as he smiled.

“How many years have I waited to see you again… and kill you again?”

Morse’s eyes opened wide.

The Pope carefully raises his left hand to stop her from burning with anger towards the woman in front of him, who is boundlessly excited.

[I agree that it’s a joy to be reunited, but I don’t think now is the time to fight. You.]

“Don’t make me laugh.”

Phew.

The fraud that spread from Morse’s hand moved around the Pope and Morse.

[Oh my.]

As soon as the darkness that surrounded her completely blocked out the light and the two of them were left in the space where only darkness remained, Morse started walking towards her.

“You… you, at least, must be killed.”

Tub.

As Morse took a step forward, he grabbed the Pope by the collar.

Even though he knew that his life was in danger, the Pope simply remained expressionless and did not offer any resistance to Morse in front of him.

As if he knew that Morse would not harm him.

If not that.

[I agree with you.]

As if Morse had enough strength to not be able to harm himself.

Dduk dduk!

With a splitting sound, a ray of light shone through the darkness.

“!”

Breaking through Morse’s trick of trying to further engulf the darkness, countless lights begin to poke holes in Morse’s darkness like spearheads.

and.

Phaaaat!

As the intense light that suddenly poured down split the darkness in half, Morse, who was located below, clicked his tongue and retreated, letting go of the Pope’s collar.

Pot!

The light that shone through the darkness swallowed up the half of the darkness where the Pope was, placing him beneath me.

Morse’s face becomes even more distorted as he notices the energy flowing out of it.

“……God of Birth.”

The god who built the tower, and the god who exists in the exact opposite position.

And Morse, who felt the power of the God in whom the Pope believed, frowns and mutters.

“You wanted to kill me like that, even though you believed in a god you didn’t even believe in? The Pope?”

[I think there is a misunderstanding.]

Sarararaak.

The Pope’s hands, clasped together as if in prayer, are enveloped in a brilliant light.

Knowing full well that the power of God was released in the form of light, Morse also gathered his strength and tried to deal with it at that moment when he saw the sight.

Paddududuk!

Centered around her, the surrounding appearance begins to change completely.

‘This is… …!’

The realm of memory.

It wasn’t all that surprising that the Pope would use the technique he had learned from the God of Poison.

However, what surprised Morse was that the speed at which she unfolded and the structure of her territory were far superior to those of any other ranker he had seen so far.

“It was you.”

That’s why Morse was sure.

“You were the one who spread this to them! And you wanted to show it to me on purpose!”

With the sight of Morse laughing and talking like a madman, the fraud that was gathering in his hands spreads out around him.

“Was it to see me write this?! Did you want to steal my precious scene again!? Is that what happened, Pope!”

Familiar scenes around Morse, who is driven by evil and screaming, color half of the world.

Morse smiled as he saw the Pope in the image of him coloring the world with his own memories.

“No. Not this time. Pope.”

It was a dry land.

In what looked like a desert, the Pope was sitting alone on an altar-like structure, his hands clasped in prayer toward the sun.

“This time, it won’t be taken away!”

Morse’s hands are overflowing with fraud as he screams.

Blood once again gushed out from Morse’s mouth, who was staggering as even the swindle that was maintaining his body was pulled out, but the madness in Morse’s eyes remained vivid.

Even the Pope, who was kneeling and praying at that sight, turned his eyes toward him for a moment.

[……ah.]

In an instant, the Pope’s eyes saw powers blossoming from his hands.

As the God of Death, the heights he has reached and everything he can do.

In other words, everything about him was bursting out from within.

Flash!

The first to come to mind were Morse’s long-time colleagues.

[father!?]

[What’s happening all of a sudden!]

[Morse? Is something wrong?]

[Who is that person?]

Lena, Spider, Geralt, Leona.

The Pope smiled faintly as he looked at those who had grown under his guidance and walked his path with him.

[I see… … You guys, are the second legion of Morse.]

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At those words, they all turned their heads, but with a deep sense of wariness on their faces, they had no choice but to take a step back.

In the midst of all this, a word was uttered by the spider.

[You little monster.]

That one word was tantamount to expressing what kind of being they viewed the Pope as.

Meanwhile, Morse continued to demonstrate his power.

Twinkle!

A familiar-looking skull was held in Morse’s right hand.

[… … Hmm.]

The skull of the King of Cognition.

As he was reborn as a complete god, holding the divine water in his hand that he had never taken out before, Morse calls forth countless deaths through the skull.

Gooooooooo!

Death that Morse had killed and passed over countless times until now.

All these things come together and are born in Morse’s fraud.

[Ohhh… … .]

Those that are born with strange sounds are the shells of foreign gods that Morse dyed with death and have now disappeared.

Now, they were nothing more than mere shells, with only a fragment of their power remaining, but even so, when they gathered in the hundreds, the power contained within them was so powerful that they collided and clashed with each other, shaking space.

[Ba… … hit… … .]

[Offer it with death… … .]

A target to be offered as a sacrifice to the death to which one belongs.

Even as they line up to take possession of it as the Pope, behind them, countless beings are called back from the dead.

[Geuda- Hahahahahaha!]

Among them were the gods of the old giants, and the leaders of the races who had chosen death themselves also opened their eyes and glared at Morse.

[Death.]

[oh…….]

[Death… … .]

dragon.

star.

giant.

fairy.

human being.

Suin.

government ordinance.

Even as countless powerful beings of different races rose to life and knelt before Morse, Morse continued to watch the beings emerge from the dead.

In the meantime.

Shudder.

There was a part where Morse’s eyes moved.

[……really.]

Appearance similar to that of a child.

But even so, the power contained within it is considered to be that of the leader of a race.

[Really… … It’s been a long time.]

Adversary.

The king of the demon tribe turned his pitch-black eyes toward Morse, then he gently grabbed the hem of his clothes and bowed, then walked briskly to stand next to Morse.

“…….”

A being similar to oneself, yet different.

Morse extended his hand to the king of a race who carried the same weight as he did.

And the Demon King took his hand, and was dragged along according to Morse’s will.

The being that was dragged out like that wasn’t only the Demon King.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

A black lightning strike occurred.

While everyone was wondering about the sudden lightning strike from the sky, the King of Cognition, who existed in the form of a skull, suddenly began to tremble.

[……no way.]

The moment I said that, a familiar voice struck my ear.

[When this is over.]

Scratch, scratch.

It was hard to see because it was all black.

But still, the man whose face was so clearly visible asked Morse while lightning surrounded his body.

[You said you’d help me get to see Paye.]

Nod.

Behind Morse, who nods silently, the Heavenly Horses line up.

And lastly.

[……go away.]

It refuses.

As the red whip-like energy spread out, everyone’s faces gradually became grimaced.

But just one.

[… … .]

A somewhat subtle expression began to appear in the Pope’s eyes.

An expression that combines longing and surprise.

The reason why I can make that kind of expression is because… … .

“Queen of Blood.”

This may be because the name of the being Morse is calling out now, and who could be said to be the enemy of some of those present, has been called.

“This is the order of the god of death.”

number of people.

At those words, the Queen of Blood, who had been staying in death, became silent.

[Do you know what that means?]

“I know.”

chuck.

Morse’s eyes, pointing at the Pope with his hand, had grown cold.

“As the god of death, I take responsibility for all your deaths and existences.”

death.

Morse’s power is everything, and what makes him who he is.

There was only one reason why Morse wanted to fight, risking his own existence if he could not be brought back to life.

“Get up.”

To kill the Pope.

The moment she is defined as evil, as she interferes with her own death.

Ooooooh-.

Death happens.

The corpse rises.

The skeleton rises.

ah-!

Insects with only skin left attach themselves to birds that are nothing but bones and give them wings.

A race of amorphous beings transform their bodies into ships, carrying armies.

And at the end of it.

‘… …He’s not coming.’

When Morse realized that even death was being rejected by the being that had killed him, he looked at her with the Blood Queen beside him.

“This is the final fight, Pope.”

[Well, is that really so?]

Towards her, who was smiling leisurely.

“All troops.”

Morse bumps into everything he has.

“Advance.”

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