Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 294



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Episode 294

Parsasasak.

Death so easily melted away memories, and the Pope’s eyes, kneeling within, naturally turned to Morse.

[Really… … You don’t have the patience to wait.]

“Every time I wait, I don’t know what you’ll do, so should I just sit back and watch?”

Kwarung!

The moment when Morse, who had approached in an instant with a sound like lightning, put his sword to the Pope’s neck.

[Divine Art.]

Kiiing!

The light emanating from the Pope’s hand enveloped her in a hemispherical shape, blocking the sword.

“I always wondered when he’d take it out. That damned sacred technique.”

Bam.

Along with this sound, a singing voice is heard from her.

[Sing, choir.]

Aaaah-.

A harmony of pure human voices echoes across the battlefield.

The moment when the undead approaching from afar immediately frowned upon hearing the harmony.

“Don’t come.”

bang.

Mors, who had stabbed his sword into the ground, muttered this to the undead behind him.

“It’s my job to kill this bitch myself, not you. And… there’s no way you can do it.”

Exactly half.

Jeren watched the two collide in that area that seemed to divide the world in half, holding his breath.

[You’ve always been like that. You laugh at whatever gets in your way and break through, and you keep challenging even when you keep getting rejected… … that kind of person.]

“So, were you jealous of that?”

[Yes, I was jealous.]

Even as Morse frowned at the unexpected words, the Pope smiled as if he was pleased.

[Aha, of course, even if that was the result of the fragment of the God of Death that you possess… … Still, that doesn’t change the fact that it was something you accomplished yourself. I think you can be a little more proud of it.]

“Do you think you did this to gain the approval of the likes of me, Pope?”

That’s right.

The tombstone behind Morse swells enormously, revealing the throne-like figure beneath it, blocking out the gloomy sunlight that had been hanging in the sky.

“I will definitely kill you and go meet those guys who died because of you.”

[… … I knew you would say that.]

Hahaha.

Morse laughs at that innocent-sounding laughter, as if it really feels good.

“Oh, is it some kind of emotion that you don’t know that anyone can bring back? Is that why you made me like that?”

[Anyone want to come back to life?]

The Pope, whose laughing voice suddenly stopped, looked at Morse with a cold voice.

This time, Morse burst out laughing, as if he had wanted to do so.

“How can you be so shameless when you can wield powers that are in opposition to mine, using that great god’s power to put anything to sleep and revive it? Ha!”

[If you look at it… … it might look like that.]

At that voice, which had taken on a gloomy and heavy tone, Mors pulled out the sword he had stuck in the ground.

At some point, the black magic that had been formed by gathering evil spirits took on the appearance of a black stone carved out of stone, as if it had materialized.

[Then why didn’t you ask me to revive your comrades?]

Trembling.

Morse did not miss the corner of the Pope’s mouth trembling slightly.

[If you are a colleague whom I cherish so much, couldn’t you have put aside these feelings and asked me to do something for you? If not… … .]

“Pope, do I look that stupid to you?”

Kick.

Morse, who even let out a sarcastic laugh, pointed out her sore spot as if it were the final blow.

“Do you think I don’t know that what you’re doing isn’t resurrection, it’s just giving birth to a completely new life?”

[Then… … why do you say that?]

Crack.

Morse spits out his words as he takes a running stance towards her, who is biting her lip and trembling.

“You’re saying that because you’re angry. Then what do you think?”

[… … I guess I shouldn’t say it in words.]

Kiiing.

The light that bursts from her hands becomes thousands of spheres, decorating the sky.

Let’s raise our hands as if Morse was responding to the feast of light that covered the sky in pure white.

Kkeukkeuk.

The weapons and gravestones that were stuck in the ground are pulled out and begin to move around Morse.

“Let me borrow it for a little while.”

Even in the midst of all this, Morse did not forget to put his hands together as if in a short bow and mutter.

A beam of light shines towards him.

iced coffee-.

The choir’s shouts and lights mingle to color the sky.

The light that collided with the tombstone spread out in all directions and tried to dye it, but the melted tombstone caught it by turning into darkness.

The darkness, drawn out in the shape of a sword, tries to penetrate the light, but the light pours down and traps it so that it cannot even cast a shadow.

In the process of imprisoning and oppressing each other, Morse and the Pope clash their weapons and spells and scream at each other.

[You… …don’t know what a great opportunity you have.]

“So what do you want me to do?”

Kaang, Kaang.

Just as it seems as if the Pope’s magic wand is blocking Morse’s sword, Morse’s leg kicks the Pope’s leg.

As she transformed into light and was flung far away, Mors caught up with her and was about to stab her with his sword into her disheveled abdomen.

[If it weren’t for you, it would have been me… ]

Pfft!

As the light radiating from his entire body pushes Morse’s new form upward, the Pope, who has been maintaining his posture, joins in the chorus, holding a ritual in both hands.

Two intense beams of light appeared out of thin air, colliding with each other and shining brightly as if trying to tear apart Morse between them.

“That’s funny.”

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Morse looked at her, floating in the air, with a ray of darkness appearing between the beams of light.

“This is the opportunity I have? Don’t make me laugh. I lost everything because of this fucking opportunity!”

His body, which had been gradually changing into that of a god, seemed to have returned to that of a human, and he screamed so loudly that the veins on his neck stood out.

“If this is an opportunity that would mean losing everyone around me, then I never wanted it in the first place!”

[That sounds really full!]

In response, the Pope also shouted at the top of his lungs.

At the same time, the choir surrounding her also began to sing louder and louder.

[If only I had a piece of that chance you had! If only I had just that one little thing! Do you know how much I wish I had just one chance to reach God before everyone dies!? No!]

Kagakak.

A huge light engulfs Morse.

Of course, it’s a single blow that he can only strike with one swing of his sword, but it’s a different story if it’s covered in hundreds or thousands of layers.

[I gave my whole life! I gave everything to those who cried out my name for countless years on that altar!]

But even in that difficult situation.

Morse was laughing.

[You must have seen me clearly back then, when I had to live in despair, even losing my support! And yet you took that opportunity… … !]

“Is that so?”

Sgung.

The darkness that cut off all the rays of light with a single stroke said so.

“Is that why you hated me so much and tried to kill me?”

Suddenly.

The sight of him gritted his teeth and muttered had become exactly the same as when he was outside the tower.

“Pope. I’m so jealous that I have the opportunity you didn’t have.”

Cold.

It seems like he has given up on everything, but there is still a burning fire in his eyes.

That kind of look.

“So you forced me into that corner, and when I came out alive, you publicly designated me as a target and wanted to hunt me down to that extent?”

He falls slowly.

Along with the sight of it falling from the sky to the ground, Morse’s gaze also gradually rises.

“With a guy like you taking the Pope’s seat, you can see why the Holy Land has become like this.”

[… …Shut up.]

The Pope was struck hard, but it seemed that was not the only reason he was angry.

[I wish I had died back then.]

Trembling.

The way she trembled looked both frightening and like something was wrong.

[If that were the case, I would have rather… … made it my original sin, repented towards you in a corner of my heart, and paid for my sins… … but it got so big… … !]

Thud.

Morse walked slowly towards the Pope, who was clutching his head.

[If that happens… … I… … can’t help but hate you… … .]

Knock, knock.

Towards her, who was shedding tears.

[I want to love everyone… even my enemies… Why are you making me like this… …!]

“Say that nonsense after you’re dead. The Pope.”

Morse runs off, rebuking him coldly.

“You’re going to pay for the life I ruined because of you with your life!”

Shuaaaak!

She hurriedly used her magic to block Morse’s sword that was suddenly coming towards her.

Bam!

Her drinking habits are beginning to crack.

[Ugh… …!?]

“Wasn’t it you who oppressed and brainwashed the god of birth that you serve?”

Kagakak.

Let’s dig the sword deeper into the cracked sword and apply more force.

Pakang-.

With a halving technique, the sword grazes the Pope’s body.

[ah!]

“You must abandon the illusion that your four-year spell will continue to be maintained even after committing such blasphemous acts, Pope.”

He frowned again and was about to swing his sword at the Pope.

[That’s not… … that’s not it.]

Kagak.

The fragmented spell begins to reattach itself and stick to her hand.

[I blasphemed the God of Birth… … Him? Haha… … Hahaha! You don’t know anything, you. You really… … don’t know anything… … !]

The Pope, laughing madly, rushed towards Morse.

“What……!”

The Pope muttered as he flew towards Morse, holding the sword with the same technique, at the same time Morse raised his sword, bewildered by the action she had never done before.

[He doesn’t care what happens to him! Nothing! That’s why… …he can do something like that!]

As her voice muttered as if she had lost her mind, Morse could see the sun behind her growing larger and larger at the edge of his vision.

[Of course, it seemed like he didn’t care about himself or his followers… … But it doesn’t matter anymore… … ! After all, all he wants is balance in this world… … .]

It seemed as if the Pope’s muttering voice had stopped.

[After all, we are all… … just turning into the manure of birth that will be swallowed up again… … .]

Things begin to change as the choir grows louder and louder.

Knock, knock.

[So… … stop resisting and accept… … Morse… … !]

Half of the white hair turns black.

Clothes, decorations, everything.

With her appearance, only half of which had turned black, I felt a power within her that should never have been felt.

‘Why the fraud… …!’

[We will eventually… … be together… … .]

The power of death.

I could sense the fraud in her.

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