Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 295



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Episode 295

Birth and death.

Mixing two concepts that are diametrically opposed to each other is as absurd as mixing water and fire.

So Morse was a little, just a little bit, late in responding to what was happening before his eyes.

“Ugh……!”

She was unable to stop the light in her hand from turning black and being swung towards her in a sacred spell.

“Ghhhhhhhhhh!”

It was painful.

More than just pain, it feels like a part of who you are has been completely taken away from you.

That state where something is missing, but it becomes even more painful and scary because you don’t know what it is that is missing.

The moment when that state continued forever and again, and the chain that instinctively made you curl up into a ball was about to continue.

[father!]

Only then did Morse come to his senses at the sound of a voice from far away.

“Don’t come!”

Morse shouted and gathered the evil spirits in his body into both hands.

The Pope, who was about to attack in succession, jumped back as if he thought it was dangerous.

Kugugugug!

Soon, complete darkness emanated from the sky, enveloping Morse and the Pope, completely blocking them from the undead outside.

[… … Are they that precious?]

“Pick,” the Pope said with a laugh.

It was almost a mockery, as if he had gathered all that strength and done something so useless.

“There’s no benefit to showing those guys this mess.”

As he spoke, the Pope saw Morse walking out of the darkness and was startled.

[……you.]

He walks out with his black hair dyed white, looking like the Pope.

The Pope bursts into laughter at the sight.

[Really… … This is ridiculous. Are you doing it again?]

“You have to learn good things.”

Swish.

A white flame shoots out from Morse’s left hand.

“I should have known this when I first created it.”

White flame.

There must have been another reason why the flames that were originally meant to kill wizards had turned white, but now it seemed like I finally understood why the flames had turned white.

From then on, I unconsciously realized that death and birth could only be one.

[Really, you are a very strange person.]

Shaak.

A sword strike that passed through the air like a giant sword cut off Morse’s arm.

[That talent… … I would believe it if someone said that there was a doppelganger among my ancestors. Not only is it enough to learn abilities close to imitation, but the ability to analyze them and apply and accept them in real time… … .]

Hwaruk.

The flames burning from the cut arm regenerate the arm again, and the sword in Mors’ hand swings hundreds of slashes.

[With that ability, you brought not only me but countless others to their knees… … ! That is, the innate power that you had to overcome that fate… … !]

“Shut up.”

Kagakak.

As all the swings were blocked by the protective shield of the giant spell, the sword in Mors’ hand transformed into a giant hammer, spinning around halfway and striking right in the center.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

“Can’t you learn to blame others like that? Everything you say from beginning to end feels like nothing but jealousy towards me, and it makes me sick to my stomach.”

[Because it’s true.]

Damn it.

In the middle of the shattered shield, the Pope opens his arms and blasts darkness at Morse, who is now defenseless before him.

Death spread like a boiling flame, pushing Morse away, enveloping Morse’s body in pain as if eating away at his very essence.

[I envied you. Your talent, your destiny, your power. If only I had just one of them… …I could have saved everyone.]

“On that… topic, the god who didn’t answer you is still serving you well.”

Hururuk.

The Pope calmly watched the figure as it continued to revive, burning with white flames.

[Do you serve him? Oh, you say I still serve that god?]

Crack-.

Her hand, which had been gnashing her teeth and twisting her lips, flies towards Mors’ body, which is covered in white flames.

[There’s no way that’s a god!]

The fist that had so easily penetrated the body dug into Morse’s body.

“Big…….”

A soft, pained sound came from Morse’s mouth.

Of course, she wasn’t perfect either.

Because every time she threw a punch, the white flames not only burned her fists, but also traveled through her body, burning her body, her entire body.

[You told me to believe in you! A god who never cared about anything?! A god!? That can’t be a god! I swore from that day on! I’d rather believe in a god like that. I’d rather, I… … !]

chin.

Her hand, which had been striking indiscriminately, was suddenly caught and stopped by Morse’s tattered hand.

“So you… established a holy nation to become a god yourself? The Pope?”

The Pope escaped by cutting his own wrist without hesitation, as Morse’s strength would not be pushed away no matter how hard he tried.

At that moment, he formed a sacred spell again on his hand that had grown in an instant and created a huge protective shield.

“So, you gathered all the suffering people under that holy kingdom and wanted to save them yourself? No, under the name of salvation, you used them all as your long-term words. The Pope!”

Kwang.

Morse’s punch shattered the shield with a single blow.

[Ugh… … !]

It was only when his bewildered gaze landed on Morse’s fist that the Pope realized.

The light that surrounded him was weakening.

[Why… … Why on earth… …!]

“You thought there wouldn’t be any backlash when you use the power of death that is beyond your capabilities, Pope?”

Wow.

While I was bewildered by the sight of the sacred spell in my hand shaking unsteadily, Mors stabbed her in the heart with his sword.

Kagak.

The Pope quickly reached out and my sword did not plunge into my heart, but instead her hand holding the sword began to blink unsteadily.

It was like a light on the verge of going out.

“It was good that you tried to push me by using both the power of death and birth… but it would be a shame if that was all you had in store for me, Pope.”

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Sssss.

Morse’s eyes, filled with fatigue, turned to the Pope groaning at his feet.

Before he knew it, Morse’s hair had turned black again.

“……You’re weaker than I thought.”

That sound just came out naturally.

Why is that?

It really seemed like a high wall that I would never be able to overcome even if I dedicated my entire life to it.

He spent so much time and became so strong to kill her, the one who caused him to lose his comrades and everything he had.

Seeing her weakened beyond his expectations, Morse couldn’t help but think that way.

[Weak… … ha… … haha… … .]

The black color began to drain from the Pope’s clothes and hair as he smiled in vain.

[Really… … you are so arrogant… … Morse.]

As if she was paying a price for pushing away that blackness, she was gradually becoming more and more fragile.

[Have you ever thought that you were too strong…?]

“…….”

Swish.

The tip of the sword, which had passed through the Pope’s hand, struck her chest.

[It was the same back then. You… … clearly had the chance to finish me off, but you didn’t do it.]

“No way.”

Kwak.

Blood spurted out from the tip of the sword that had been thrust in.

“Obviously I killed you then. I cut off your head and tore your body to pieces.”

[Then why didn’t you make me an undead?]

Shudder.

The Pope chuckled at Morse, who trembled for a moment.

[If you had made me undead… … if you had dyed me with that death, this wouldn’t have happened. But you didn’t. Why would that be?]

“…….”

The sword that was stabbing stopped with a jerk.

[You were just afraid. You had a gut feeling that they wouldn’t come back alive even if you killed me… … You saved me, thinking that maybe there would be a chance… … And in the end, you came this far.]

“……okay.”

Instead of refuting, Morse agreed.

“And now I… if I kill you, I can see them again.”

[That would be nice… … Huh.]

The Pope gritted his teeth, his voice seeming somewhat envious.

[You obviously wanted to kill me when you saw me, didn’t you? Why are you hesitating even though the opportunity is right in front of you?]

Despite the Pope’s provocation, Morse remained unmoved.

“If I could have run away, I would have done so long ago. Pope.”

Just knowing that the being in front of you is really going to end now.

Because the wish I had made upon entering the tower was now on the verge of coming true, there was also a meaning to savoring that last aftertaste.

“You lost.”

Morse muttered.

[Yes… … I lost.]

Gulp.

Blood flowed from the Pope’s mouth.

[I hate to admit it, but… … you and I, we look so much alike.]

“…….”

Morse’s mouth, which would have originally been dismissed as nonsense, was tightly shut.

[I lived a life where I was continually toyed with by God… … fate, and in the end… … it ended like this… … haa… … if I had known it would be like this… … .]

Obviously, Morse knew that this was nothing more than a self-justification.

It was true that he was someone who could never be forgiven, and that he deserved to be killed.

but.

nevertheless.

[I should have had a conversation like this with you at least once… … .]

Perhaps, if only one more small thing had gone wrong, Morse’s eyes, looking at her who had met the same fate as the future she would have met, also had a sense of uneasiness in them.

“joy.”

Squeak.

Morse’s sword stabbed her in the chest.

The moment when death took over her and spread, turning her entire body into undead.

‘… … .’

Morse stopped death.

Because I thought it was too merciful to just leave her like that.

Because of that one desire to let her suffer even more, she was unable to fully face death.

‘Be quiet.’

Is that why?

Morse’s body, which should have grown sufficiently and ascended to the level of a complete god, was just a hair’s breadth away.

He still has a shred of human aspect left, preventing him from reaching the position of a complete god.

“…….”

And maybe that’s why.

The afterlife that should have originally been completely completed.

Even the utopia that Morse had hoped for was not perfected.

‘also.’

But it didn’t matter.

Because Morse knew that he still had one more thing left in front of him.

Sssssss.

The darkness clears, and countless undead watch the scene.

“…….”

Morse walks in amidst the silence.

“Everyone, listen up.”

In his hand, the sword was still held.

“The fight isn’t over. It starts now.”

His ultimate goal is the 100th floor.

“I’m going to meet the god of birth.”

It was time to meet the god of concepts at his own zenith.

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