The Necromancer Who Was Despised - The Necromancer Who Was Despised chapter 145
The castle had become a prison that trapped them, and they kept dying in the narrow paths, unable to withstand the undead.
There were warrior mages who used mana, but they were cut down by Kayla’s sword every time they appeared, making them meaningless.
Since we had taken away their geographical advantage, their only advantage, numbers, had lost its meaning.
“It’s certain that the Crusaders’ soldiers would look at us like we’re crazy. It’s too wide for us to defend on our own.”
“If we increase the number of undead, it’ll be fine.”
“Isn’t there a limit?”
“The 6th class is just ahead.”
“Are you already saying that?”
The vessel was almost full.
If we continued to increase the number of undead and pounded on the wall, it would eventually break.
I had been down that path before. Even if the wall appeared, it didn’t evoke any special emotions in me.
“Are you going to enter that land directly?”
“No. For now, we’ll focus on activities centered around this castle. We’ll enter after crossing the wall.”
To be precise, it was after crossing the wall and building up my army.
I planned to gradually devour that place after increasing my army.
At first, it might be slow, but that’s okay. The speed will gradually increase.
“That’s right. By the way, isn’t this castle too big for us to use? Even if we use it to our heart’s content, I’m not sure if it’ll be enough. It might be more helpful to make a better base camp around here.”
The castle needed regular cleaning, or so I thought.
If the orcs in this castle disappeared, the monsters around us would swarm in.
Even if we couldn’t utilize it properly, it was still a more stable place than the fence, so it would be sufficient for the monsters living in small units.
“Regular cleaning might be a hassle, but if we think of this place as bait, it’s not so bad.”
Kayla’s words were right, but I shook my head in response.
“We’ll restore the castle. We’ll rebuild the broken walls and fill in the holes.”
After Mutr returns, I planned to use the undead to do it slowly.
It wouldn’t take too long since it wasn’t too damaged.
“…Is that necessary? Do you plan on taking over this castle as well?”
“No, I don’t plan on doing that. The ownership will remain with the Rinetta Earl’s family.”
Of course, I didn’t plan on just giving it away.
I planned on taking over the various rights and authorities related to this castle.
“Then why bother… Moreover, even if you give it away, it’ll be too much to handle. Don’t you know the situation of the territory?”
“I’ll give it when the time is right.”
“Why go to such lengths?”
“There is.”
I smiled lightly and replied.
“This place will become our supply route.”
And I, along with Mutr, would be the ones to repair this castle.
I planned on intentionally lowering the defense of this castle.
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< Chapter 138 ﹥ Rinetta Earl’s Territory
It was a strange thought, in a way.
I was going to intentionally lower the defense of a place that would become our supply route.
However, this was necessary for me.
“I can’t trust it completely.”
If my relationship with the lord became distant, this place would become the frontline that blocks me.
I was determined to create a proper magic tower on the barren land and settle down here as much as possible.
If I occupied the barren land and managed it alone, I would also gain independence.
And if I became stronger in the future….
“I don’t know.”
I doubted, and I couldn’t help but doubt.
But this castle would prosper.
With numerous monster byproducts and the lost, fertile land in the back.
According to original history, the dragon’s corpse would be discovered, and the castles would be restored, and the fertile land would be reclaimed as well.
‘From the beginning, the reason the Forest Shield and the Desert Shield were created was to utilize the land beyond the Cross.’
The Cross was once the frontline of the Liretta territory.
After the two shields were created, they served as the last bastion and supply route, performing the roles of both the Forest and Desert Shields simultaneously.
However, since the monsters that came were not just a few, they couldn’t fully utilize the land.
But the situation changed when the royal family obtained the dragon’s corpse.
With all their might, they defeated the monsters, and as a result, they were able to utilize the fertile land as well.
Of course, this was a story from a previous cycle, and currently, the Desert Shield had collapsed, and the Cross was performing some of its frontline functions again.
‘The royal family is using the most important place instead.’
It was clear how desperate the current Liretta territory was.
In any case, this castle had to be strengthened, considering the circumstances.
It was an opportunity to secure the rights to this place and change the threatening situation to my liking.
This was not something to be avoided, as it would benefit Liretta.
Explaining the situation roughly, Kayla also nodded in agreement.
‘That’s the reason.’
Kayla, who understood that this was not a waste of time, also accepted it.
It wouldn’t have been necessary to force the explanation, but it wasn’t difficult either.
I used the undead to gather the corpses of the orcs that had died.
“Let’s pile up the monster corpses over here.”
It was a kind of resource warehouse.
“Are you going to make them undead?”
“For now, yes.”
Some of them would be used to strengthen the White Knight Corps.
The royal family’s delayed response was regrettable.
‘I thought I’d get an answer right away.’
First, I used the golems and undead to block all the passages.
It didn’t have to be neat.
Using the building’s remains, I crudely blocked the entrance and other gaps.
Since it was a castle that had collapsed a long time ago, there was no shortage of materials.
We only needed one path, so we blocked it with a large stone and left it at that.
When we needed to pass through, we would use the golem to temporarily clear the way.
After intentionally isolating the castle, I set up a magic circle to confine the monsters’ corpses.
Next, I created black water using the holy water from the castle and poured it onto the orcs’ corpses.
Originally, leaving the corpses unattended would have caused unnecessary diseases, but with this method, there were no particular issues.
It was a complete ‘corpse pile’ that not even insects or birds could approach.
Looking at the corpse pile, I felt a bit regretful.
‘If this were the interior of the barren land…’
I would have made a proper ‘corpse pit’ instead of this corpse pile.
A corpse pit.
It was just a large hole filled with all sorts of corpses.
However, that place was not just a simple hole.
Inside, a special magic circle was engraved, and the interior had to be filled with blood, corpses, and lingering spirits that couldn’t depart.
This pit, classified as a kind of “building,” was a factory that naturally produced a relatively pure form of magical energy.
Although magical energy was infinitely supplied, I needed such a building.
It wasn’t just a pit of corpses.
There were castles made of bones, lakes of blood, and spires constructed from spirits.
A vast city of death, filled with undead, stretched across the sky, earth, and underground.
To create Necropolis, the dream of all necromancers, such buildings were essential.
The pit of corpses was just the foundation.
Only by creating and possessing such a Necropolis could I write and control a worthy legion, completing the true meaning of a one-man army.
Of course, for me now, the legion was still a distant story, and a full-fledged Necropolis would be detected and destroyed by the Holy Empire the moment it was revealed.
Even just the pit of corpses would be coveted by black mages, but if I prioritized efficiency, it was better to make a contract with demons and offer them sacrifices in exchange for magical energy.
Such buildings occupied space and would be targeted for destruction the moment they were discovered.
“I can’t move, so no matter how hard I hide, there’s a possibility of being discovered.”
But my story was a bit different.
“A fragment of dimensions.”
The tower of magic that appeared on the outside was only a small part of it.
Only a handful of necromancers possessed the knowledge to create a Necropolis.
I, who had once been bound to the demon king and had learned from my past teacher, had acquired all sorts of knowledge, so I was able to do it. Originally, this knowledge itself was a secret passed down.
Therefore, the fact that I could build a Necropolis was a secret, and the Necropolis was planned to be created within my dimensional fragment.
This also had to be developed and advanced in reality. What I possessed was basic knowledge.
So, it wouldn’t be easy, but it wasn’t impossible.
Creating a Necropolis required an enormous amount of corpses, magical knowledge, a certain level of cultivation, and a large amount of magical energy, as well as time.
“If I just make the tower of magic properly… everything will be fulfilled.”
The overflowing monsters, the knowledge I obtained before my rebirth, my cultivation close to 6 classes, and the infinite magical energy.
If I could just block the withered earth, time would be more than sufficient.
I didn’t have to worry about the Empire’s gaze either.
They would be wary of the emerging black mages, but their attention would be drawn to the reviving religion, the Earth Mother Church, which would take control of everything.
“A single black mage is no match for a reviving giant religion.”
It was even a religion supported by the 6 Kingdoms Alliance.
I, alone, couldn’t compare to their influence.
Meanwhile, I would focus on building my power and creating an undead city.
Of course, even if I reached 6 classes, I couldn’t create a proper city.
I could only build a few basic structures, at best a small village.
A true Necropolis required at least 8 classes to be created and utilized properly.
“From the start, 6 classes couldn’t even possess a legion.”
At the very least, 7 classes. In fact, even that was insufficient.
But with that, I could attempt to create a legion.
It would require a lot of preparation, and the possibility of failure was high, but if I succeeded, I could create a Necropolis a little earlier.
“…I’ve never actually tried it, though.”
In theory, that’s correct.
My mentor, who had never created Necropolis, was not a necromancer by trade. Even if they had made a contract with the Demon King, they had been hiding in the dungeon.
If my mentor’s major was necromancy, Necropolis would still be impossible to create.
Given that, it’s unnecessary to mention how remarkable my current environment is.
“I thought that even if I obtained the dimensional fragments, I wouldn’t be able to create a proper Necropolis until much later.”
I had thought of building a simple structure.
The underground dungeon in the former Owlan territory, which was a massive communal grave, would become a small-scale ghost tower by slightly expanding the magic tower on the surface.
The ghost tower could be disguised, reducing the risk of detection, and even if it was discovered, a small tower would be within the acceptable range, so I thought.
I planned to build the research facility and residential area underground.
However, the situation changed so rapidly and favorably that I could dream of something more.
A real Necropolis, which was only found in legends, had become possible.
Imagining a joyful future, I turned the castle into a complete base camp.
“The stored food will also be sufficient…”
There were few people to feed, but I couldn’t neglect food storage, so I ordered Anelis to go hunting.
There was nowhere to escape, and I had attached Kereol, so I didn’t worry about that side for a while.
I divided the undead into two groups, with Valdur and Ori as leaders, and instructed them to clean up the area.
“Only be active during the day and return before sunset.”
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I also instructed them to bring back some corpses regularly.
For that, I even made a simple cart.
Of course, I ordered them to bring back strong ones.
My golem continued to work on simple construction tasks according to my instructions.
After distributing tasks to the remaining members, excluding Kayla, who would be my escort, I focused on creating undead.
Kayla, who knew I was in an important moment, didn’t disturb me.
Sometimes she would leave her post, and when she returned, her body would smell of blood.
It seemed she was dealing with the monsters that occasionally came by.