Necromancer’s Tower is too Easy - Chapter 298



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Episode 298

[The offer is always valid, God of Death.]

Kilik, Kilik.

While preparing to fight, instead of expressing anger at the derogatory remarks that came to my ears, I would say that it is machine-like to only spit out the results of my indifferent judgment.

[If you accept the offer, the fighting will stop immediately.]

“shut up.”

But Morse himself rushes at him with death in his hand, as if he has absolutely no intention of accepting the offer.

Kagagagagak!

As the death and machines Morse drives clash with each other, the scraping sound of metal echoes, and the machines rise up behind the god who calls himself Deus Ex Machina.

Giggle, giggle-.

The undead turn their eyes towards them as they stand up, emitting their characteristic frictional sounds, metallic noises, and beeping sounds.

Gooooo-.

While the ruthless skeletal soldiers and even the dead were secretly angry at them, light returned to Lena’s body, who was standing at the forefront.

[We will stop anyone who interferes with our father’s fight.]

Regina, the undead who has been with Mors the longest since he entered the tower, and the one who has achieved the most remarkable growth.

Her eyes seemed to glow red, and the body surrounding her transformed into a reptilian ruler from an old legend.

[All troops, advance!]

Whoosh whoosh!

Numerous magic circles glow and spit fire from the scales surrounding her, while the legions follow her footsteps.

In that fight that could be called a great war that was triggered by the footsteps of the two gods, the first ones to collide were naturally Morse and Deus Ex Machina.

Kaaaaang!

The sword made of fraud was stuck in Deus Ex Machina’s left arm, but Mors’ expression was not very good.

[My body has already been replaced by a machine.]

Kikikiking!

While Morse retrieves the sword that couldn’t go in deep, the metal plate that resembles the skin of Deus Ex Machina opens and opens up the numerous gun barrels inside.

[Your concept of death has already disappeared from me. God of Death.]

Tata tata tata tang!

The smell of gunpowder and fireworks wafted through the air, and the smoke was pungent, but of course there was not a single wound on Morse’s body.

It was a natural result, as he could not avoid death even with his weapons torn off his body, but Mors still swung his sword as if he was not satisfied with the result.

Kaka kaka.

The countless swung swords traced a trajectory and entered Deus Ex Machina’s body, but they all only dug shallowly into his body, and no wounds could be truly seen.

“Have you completely destroyed the source of your life as the god of life, you punk?”

In order to become a god, it is impossible to abandon something fundamental that one possesses in order to become that being and transform into another god.

Although that was the common sense Morse had about God, this Deus Ex Machina in front of him now seemed to have surpassed even that.

The machine that was the source of the guy who had changed like that was, as he said, an extremely effective means to counter Morse’s death.

[It’s not that the source has been changed.]

Kilik, kick.

Deus Ex Machina, realizing that her own weapons were ineffective, opened up her body and closed the gun she had pulled out.

[My essence is still the God of life, intact.]

“what?”

Even the cancer couldn’t help but ask that question, as it was impossible to find any objection to the emotionless machine’s tone.

[I just temporarily changed my appearance for the sake of my goal.]

Kirik, Kiririck.

In front of Morse’s changed eyes, the sword in Deus Ex Machina’s hand is swung.

Kaaaaah!

Morse’s eyes shook for a moment as he reflexively raised his arm to block it.

‘The concept… … !’

If before it was at a level where it would hurt, now it’s as if they really have equal power and aren’t even being pushed back.

As Mors thought this, watching the swords clash as if they were testing their strength, Deus Ex Machina’s arm swung.

[God of Death, the most dangerous thing in my current plan is none other than you.]

-!-!

Only the sound of waves cutting through the air resonates quietly.

Even as Mors struggles to block the sword strikes that are swinging so fast that it’s hard to follow them with the eyes, Deus Ex Machina just leisurely talks to Mors and watches him.

[The possibility that you, who had only recently become a god, would grow into this kind of being and completely ruin my plans like this… … was so small that it was practically impossible to even calculate.]

“Talking about probability… It’s exactly the same as that guy…!”

Kagakak.

Mors staggered as the sword slashed past his body.

Since they were concepts of the same level, Morse’s authority was greatly shaken just by colliding with his body.

However, Morse was able to pull himself together because he realized that he resembled someone who had always talked about probability towards him in his original world, and he was able to pull his memories back together.

[However, we did not set it as a variable. We prepared for it because our gods are beings who are born after overcoming odds that are impossible to calculate.]

Kagakak.

But still, it’s so burdensome.

Each and every strike was as sharp as a swordsman’s, but the speed and trajectory were already reaching a level that Morse himself could not have predicted.

All I can do is throw my sword strikes at his body to prevent him from continuing his strikes even one more time.

[That’s why I have planned and predicted the situation for you now, but you are still a threat.]

Even that seems to be something he has gradually gotten used to, and as he watches him gradually become more adept at blocking it, a look of impatience begins to creep onto Morse’s face.

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‘What should I do?’

I already knew it in my head.

The talents of that guy who had been turned into a machine were incomparable to those of a living being.

Even if you bring something other than yourself, you already realize that you can’t beat that guy.

So Morse realized that if he was going to win, he had to find a way out other than through a battle of pure strength.

So then, should he really lead his legions and trample them with overwhelming force?

Morse looked away for a moment.

[Burn it! Burn it so hot that it melts and cannot be rekindled!]

Under Lena’s command, countless people were fighting, entangled with the machines.

A landscape of piled-up towers of white bones, unidentifiable liquid, and piles of debris that have turned into something indescribable.

Could it be that by intervening in that landscape, one can achieve results greater than a deus ex machina?

‘It’s impossible.’

While thinking like that, the armor covering Deus Ex Machina’s body opens once again.

[With the pattern figured out, now you, God of Death, will begin to apply the concepts to your benefit.]

Kwakwakwakwang!

The bullet fired with him pierced Morse’s body.

“Ugh……!”

A pain so great that it could not even be compared to anything before came over Morse.

Morse gritted his teeth and pushed the bullet to his death as he saw the concept being haphazardly torn apart from the inside.

“God of……birth……!”

Only then did Morse have no choice but to admit that the being before his eyes was not some mechanical god, but the god of birth.

Because the concept contained within it was clearly that of the god of birth.

“under…….”

Morse felt anew that it was unfair.

Your own attacks don’t work, but the opponent’s attacks work on you.

Isn’t this a fight you can’t win?

Even as he thought that, Morse’s body continued to move.

Death, which made up Morse’s body, also did not give up but moved on.

‘……ah.’

Death was soon his own.

Also, because he himself was about to die.

Only then does Morse’s face brighten as he realizes that the will to die has surrendered beneath him.

‘Why, since you feel like you’re going to die, are you going to submit to me now?’

Didn’t you know that you would commit such a crazy act as to go against the god of birth?

Or maybe he thought that if he continued like this, he would eventually disappear.

Morse’s will and death, which had originally been separate entities, eventually knelt beneath Morse.

Morse was now in a state where he could truly control even death at will.

‘I’ll see you later when I try to get away.’

Of course, it was not that I did not have such thoughts toward the death that had finally surrendered to me, but it was only a thought I had in my head.

Soon Morse’s head began to spin again.

‘If the attack doesn’t work… …then I have to make it work.’

The current god of birth is in a state of deus ex machina, wearing his own shell.

Since it was created as a machine that has birth but no death, it was possible if it could create that death.

But how exactly do you teach a machine to die?

Up until this point, all the concepts that Morse had been able to imbue with death were those that could lead to concepts similar to death.

But strictly speaking, the machine was a being that had never even been born.

Just because something that was created can be forcibly called birth, and metal that moves only according to given commands cannot be called alive, even if it stops, it is only because it has been ordered to stop, and cannot be considered death.

So what would it take to bring death to a machine?

‘No, I’d like at least one of those guys that isn’t a machine… … .’

How to bring about death?

While he was pondering this, something absurd suddenly occurred to Morse.

“……under.”

A crazy idea that will make you laugh out loud.

Even as that thought crossed my mind, my body moved on its own.

‘Can you hear me?’

The life that is contained in death, the life that is gained.

When Morse asked this question to a being that had not yet existed for long, even Death seemed to respond in the same way.

Are you sure what you’re doing is right?

But it was just a question, and from the perspective of death, who had to follow Morse’s will, he had no choice but to ask another question to a being.

-……no way.

Even that voice asked back, as if it was ridiculous that it had called itself.

-… …Morse?

A thin and complicated voice.

And Morse asked the voice that had previously been so hateful, but now surprisingly did not even cause him to think about it.

‘The Pope.’

Mors spoke to her, who was a believer in the god of birth, and now a being that had died and belonged to him.

‘Cooperate with me.’

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