Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 293



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Episode 293

[Ooooooh-!]

Before she knew it, people had gathered under the altar where she was praying.

They pray with their mouths open.

[Saint-!]

[She is a saint!]

With his parched throat making a sound like cracking iron, he lowers his body toward the altar raised above him and appeals.

[Please… … please, I beg you.]

[It hasn’t rained for days… … Please… … .]

Swish, swish.

The Pope stands up at the sound of his broken voice pleading.

The adult woman Morse knew was nowhere to be seen, and all that remained was a small child who looked to be in her teens.

[yes.]

She mutters as she looks at the skeletons running in front of her.

[Let me pray.]

Flash.

A large number of skeletons rush towards the altar, along with the sight of her holding her hands together.

At that moment, each of them holding a weapon containing a swindle, making a rattling noise, as they tried to cut off her neck.

Woof woof!

Black clouds carrying thunderstorms cover the sky in an instant, blocking the sun.

Raindrops pouring down from the overcast sky turn into black rain, bringing about a storm, and in an instant, the skeletons that had stretched out their arms to stab the Pope fall down and slide down the slope of the altar.

Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies!

The slippery skeletons become entangled with each other and form a lump, and the lumped skeletons begin to crush all the people below them with their own mass, slowing down their advance.

The corners of the Pope’s mouth did not go up even at the sight of the skeletons being swept away in an instant.

Their pleading voices also did not cease.

[Saint-!]

[Saint-!]

No, rather, the Pope hit his head on the floor as their words became more and more dry.

thud.

As the lightly struck forehead splits and red blood flows out, the black rain gradually turns red.

The bodies of the skeletons hit by the red rain gradually became dull and hardened to the point where they could not move at all.

[Everyone, please step aside.]

The lich, still in the form of a dragon, spreads his wings and begins to chant magic to blow away the red rain.

Gooooo.

The rain gradually begins to pour down around her.

The moment the wind that pushed the raindrops in all directions burst from her palm.

Phew!

The wind that swept across the battlefield cleared away the clouds and revealed the sun above them.

[Ahhh-!]

Then, even more, those below them started to shout in an uproar.

[Please, please… … .]

[Saint… … .]

dump.

At some point, they collapsed on the floor and didn’t move.

But the voice does not stop.

[Saint-!]

The voice continues in another voice.

Instead, the voices, louder than before, surrounded her and muttered.

Knock knock.

The altar where the Pope was seated was raised a little higher.

The moment Lena felt something was wrong upon seeing the gradually rising altar, she tried to cast her magic again.

[This is a dry land.]

A spell-like voice comes out of the Pope’s mouth while he is praying.

[In this land where there is not even a single drop of magic, magic is only for the fallen… … .]

Flutter, flutter.

Gradually, Lena’s wingbeats become dull.

[Magic power… … This… …!]

While Lena struggles with her magic power that is gradually becoming unsustainable, a spider emerges from between them and begins to glow with its magic eyes.

[Alas, we are blinded by the mirage seen in that dry land and cannot see anything… … .]

Swaying.

At the same time, the Pope’s appearance began to split sideways and sideways.

Even the spider, who had opened its eyes to the altars that had suddenly increased to ten, was confused, but Mors simply gave an order.

“entire.”

All of those are the targets we need to attack.

So, without a word, the spider’s eyes pour down towards the first and foremost Pope.

Dduk dduk!

The laws of all things in sight weigh heavily on the Pope, but he simply prays indifferently and shows no reaction.

[Let’s step forward!]

[I don’t know if I can bear it… … !]

The strength of a giant and extreme swordsmanship.

Even as those two things swung towards her, hitting her directly in the eye, she could only pray.

[Why do you forsake us?]

Kugu Palace.

The bodies of the two moving forward are captured by hands sprouting from the ground.

Of course, it wasn’t so bad that they couldn’t get through, but it was annoyingly tight and kept squeezing their bodies, so they were about to get on each other’s nerves.

Knock knock.

The hands that had been wrapped around their bodies are soon pushed away as if they were being rewinded.

[I can’t hold out for long… …!]

Jeren.

For a moment, the two of them expressed surprise at the manager who had joined them and was supporting them.

[Haaaaaah!]

Kagak.

In an instant, Leona’s sword leaped up onto the altar and was stuck in the Pope’s neck.

But at that time, I was flustered because my body was so hard that it wouldn’t go in.

[Take your hands off the sword, Leona!]

Kwang.

It is said that when Garriel swung his fist with such great force that he was able to drive the sword deeper, the Pope’s head, who was kneeling, was finally cut off.

The Pope’s body, which had died in an instant, became the same as before he became young, but the beings next to him, whether they were clones or his real self, began to pray loudly again.

[Ahhhh-.]

It is only natural that the number of people praying for them has also increased.

Even though I didn’t know English, it kept increasing, and I frowned at it.

[asleep!]

The massacre against them continued.

[Rain and clouds, wind… … .]

In the combined attack of Mir, the leader of the dragon tribe, and an unknown being who was the leader of the stars, another head is cut off with a blade-like wind.

Even as he fell down from the altar with his neck broken, the people who saw him did not express even the slightest shock.

[Just don’t abandon us.]

As he said that, he just nodded his head.

The dead foreign gods also swung their swords, trying to use up all the remaining fragments of their power and merge with the power of death. As if they were just clones of themselves, they collapsed, spewing blood as if another body was crumbling.

[ah…….]

But it also said that even though it returned as just a smooth human being without eyes, mouth, or nose.

[Why have you forsaken us?]

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Bam.

The faces of those who remained in pain were distorted.

Blood flows from their eyes and mouths, and their faces become filled with despair.

[… … I’m anxious.]

Crunch.

The Demon King, the king of the demon tribe who cut it in half with his body as if it were nothing, looked at it and said.

[Pain is gathering, Morse.]

Even the king of that race, who struggles to survive in an environment that is extremely difficult to live in, is seeing this pain for the first time.

Everyone’s eyes, aware of the pain, begin to gather in one place.

There are five popes left.

Now, countless people surround the Pope and pray to her, but rather than being happy, she grits her teeth in pain.

“It doesn’t matter.”

But Morse was not at all interested in her suffering.

No, I wish she would suffer more.

So, under the calculation that she would suffer more, Mors simply gave orders to continue attacking her clone.

[… … .]

For everyone, it remains as an uneasy, inexplicable feeling.

Phage, phage, phage!

Even Cheonma, who had just burned her body with black lightning without leaving a trace, felt it.

[iced coffee-!]

There are four popes left.

Gone are the days when those who would just quietly pray to the Pope would not be around for long.

Some people were crying and making a fuss, and some even collapsed.

[Do not be afraid… … .]

The blood that the Pope shed toward them soaked the altar and also began to flow toward them.

[Even if I have to grow by eating my blood and flesh… … I must live… … .]

Knock, knock.

The flesh falls off her praying body with a thud.

Even in the midst of this horrific situation, with blood and bones visible from the cut sections as if cut with a knife, people flock towards it like mad.

[… … It’s terrible.]

There was someone who stuck out his tongue at that sight.

[It’s so disgusting… … and so abominable.]

There was even a kind of self-reflection in that tongue-sticking out appearance.

[I never thought my tinnitus would become… … repulsive at this point.]

Queen of Blood.

As the former Goddess of Death and the last of the undead, she simply did not do much.

Crack.

I bite the tip of my finger to make a drop of blood, and then I draw a horizontal line across the air with my finger.

Oh my god-.

As if space had been cut off, her head in the distance was cut in two.

There are now two popes remaining.

Just when I thought that I only had to deal with those two, Morse got up from his seat.

Sling.

At that moment, everyone’s eyes were turned to him as he strode forward with a sword in his hand.

“…….”

Morse saw.

Those who had been praying for her were gradually disappearing.

The voices of those who prayed and called the Pope a saint will disappear.

Morse knew that this was the image in the Pope’s memory.

But if so, why?

Is the Pope really that distressed?

It seems as if they are only suffering from their loss.

‘Don’t make me laugh.’

She was evil.

The evil that took everything from me, denied me everything, and will ultimately confront me.

That’s why Morse risked everything and came here to kill her.

That kind of person, she looks like a sage who is saddened by someone’s death and also despairs.

Because it was so disgusting.

Sling.

Before he knew it, he had flown his body and stabbed the sword he had made into death into one of the two Popes’ bodies.

“AAAAAAAHHHH!”

Don’t deceive me.

You are evil.

Reveal your ugly true self hidden behind that mask.

Such words were not expressed in anger, but were merely uttered as a scream, and the Pope’s body, pierced by the sword of death, poured a part of them into Morse’s mind.

The image that is transmitted in Morse’s head as he analyzes death and also goes through fragments of memory.

-Your Majesty!

It was her biography.

-Holy lady, holy lady!

A being who was born with that name and raised in a religious sect.

-Is it true that when a saint prays, God answers?

The only one who can communicate with God.

Having been given that title, she has continued to live up to everyone’s expectations.

As the disaster that the sun never sets on begins, everyone prays to her.

Please stop the disaster.

-Your Majesty!

That is why she went up to the altar herself.

To put an end to this disaster by sacrificing oneself.

If you don’t call it a sage, then what else can you call it?

but.

-Your Majesty!

-You are a saint!

The disaster.

-Your Majesty… … .

It never ends.

-Saint… … Lady… … .

The sun still rises in the sky, and even though the saint, unable to bear it any longer, feeds them her blood and flesh, they dry up and die of hunger.

That is why they die calling only one name before they die.

-Ella.

Her name.

The name that someone had given her, meaning “beauty of the gods,” was so cursed at that time.

-Ella… … .

-Ella… … .

So everyone starved to death.

Only then, when she was left alone, did she mutter to God.

[Why did you abandon me?]

So blasphemous.

[Oh my god.]

Thinking about something I wouldn’t normally be able to do.

Morse, who was watching the scene.

“You’re being a jerk.”

As he muttered like that, he threw death at that memory.

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