The Necromancer Who Was Despised - The Necromancer Who Was Despised chapter 277

So, I immediately began the process of reducing that divine power.

For that, I chose Orié.

Orié, who emitted a thick presence, seemed unlikely to be easily affected by the divine power, even as a ghost-type undead.

When asked about her condition, she replied briefly.

– I’m in top shape.

She said she felt stronger than when she was in the Soul Tower, and could even say so herself.

The magic of the land of the dead, honestly speaking, was different from the earthquake that Tinos had used. It was a magic that supported rather than dealt direct damage.

The enemies wouldn’t simply die when the land of the dead was completed. However, if multiple conditions were met, it could exhibit even greater power.

And I had fulfilled all those conditions.

I ordered Orié to take the front line.

“Support me to the fullest.”

– Finally, I have something to do. It’s an honor, Master.

Of course, I didn’t intend to only provide support.

Whoosh.

First, I ignited black flames on Orié’s and the ghost legion’s bodies.

It was possible because I had an immense amount of magic and the land of the dead had greatly enhanced their strength.

“The flames will block the divine power. Let’s go all out while the flames remain.”

I cautioned her to return to the land of the dead when the flames dwindled.

– Yes, I’ll remember.

Orié, who had covered her body in flames, gazed at me with a short reply, and then led her legion to immediately charge into the imperial territory.

Meanwhile, the saint and the high priests, who had completely blocked the black sun, confirmed that the situation was not good and hastily led their priestesses to move.

The first ones they targeted were the master-level holy knights.

The master-level holy knights, who knew they wouldn’t be sacrificed, attacked us simultaneously with the explosion of divine power, as if they had thrown their bodies.

So, we were bound to suffer losses in that battle, and Tarnak was indeed heavily injured.

However, Golrun was the opposite. He had received the immense divine power and showed an even stronger appearance, barely maintaining balance.

The dark elves also suffered some losses, but fortunately, the saint’s divine power was focused on me, so they were able to escape safely.

However, it was a fact that our support had been cut off, and some of the dark elf warriors had thrown their bodies, narrowly avoiding death.

It was as if our entire front line was on the verge of collapsing with just one attack, but we managed to seize the opportunity to crush the master-level forces.

Of course, Tinos and I wouldn’t just watch that happen.

Tinos received a massive amount of magic from me and prepared to unleash a breath attack, while I openly created hundreds of fireballs to prevent the priestesses from doing anything.

After all, I was the one who boasted of being a master of the void. As someone who had reached the 8th class, a higher realm, this level of magic was something I could create with just a flick of my wrist.

Even in a situation where I could endlessly supply magic, I could actually implement an infinitely continuous bombardment.

The Orcus could also do similar things, but their mana had a limit, and my ‘flame’ required a tremendous amount of divine power to extinguish, making me far superior to thousands of Orcus.

Moreover, what I could do was not limited to pouring out low-level magic endlessly.

In reality, the magic I used was pouring out endlessly, and when I confirmed that a massive amount of magic was gathering in Tinus’s body, the Archbishops and the Saint could no longer support the Master-level Paladins.

The Saint’s body glowed, and the magic heading towards Tinus weakened, which I could sense.

I wondered what kind of trick was used, but through the connection of our souls, I somehow managed to cut off part of the magic being supplied to Tinus, leaving both of us in awe.

So Tinus gave up on his Breath, and I instructed him to transcend to the realm of the land of the dead.

At the same time, I changed the direction of the bombardment, dividing the magic into two streams.

[Rising Fear]

With a loud roar, two massive pillars of flame burst out of the ground.

7 Classes. That level of power was achievable.

The intertwined pillars of flame, resembling a dragon, charged towards the Imperial Army.

The Saint desperately tried to block it, but during the time it took to cross the realm of the dead, she could not stop the endless magic from devouring and amplifying its power.

“Aaahhh!”

The Imperial soldiers, engulfed in flames, screamed in agony as they burned to death.

The massive pillars of flame swept through the sacred land, and the joyful Orie and the ghostly legion turned the land upside down.

A massive hole was created, and the balance was shattered.

The gamble of sacrificing soldiers had failed, and Tinus, who had entered the realm of the dead, was preparing to unleash his Breath once again, having absorbed a massive amount of magic.

As the sacred land suffered damage, the undead’s advantage continued, and the dwindling Imperial Army began to collapse, influenced by the momentum.

The Paladin squad, unable to overcome the difference in physical strength, was being slaughtered by Entin’s undead knight squad, and the Imperial Army could no longer respond.

Tinus’s Breath, which would bring an end to it all, was heading towards the Imperial Army’s center.

“Holy light!”

The Saint resisted with all her might.

A lightning bolt from the sky collided with Tinus’s Breath, producing an immense shockwave that miraculously blocked it.

However, the cost was terrible.

The young Saint had suddenly aged, and the battlefield where the two attacks collided was now a ruins.

Even in that state, the undead arose, and the fallen sacred land was being devoured by the city of the dead.

Despair was etched on the Saint’s face.

◈ Support

The Saint did not even leave a corpse behind.

It was as if she had poured out her last bit of life force, and her body crumbled into dust.

Even the various sacred artifacts surrounding her body were shattered, making me wonder if she would have died even if we hadn’t fought.

It was a power that not even the Saint, a human, could withstand.

Especially the lightning bolt that blocked Tinus’s attack in the final moment made me think that if she had accepted her death from the start, it would have been truly dangerous.

Of course, there was no reason for her to do so.

The Empire, along with the Alliance of Races, was a group that rivaled the best, and considering the powers the Saint had shown, we couldn’t even think of being equal or superior to them.

We had also launched a surprise attack, and judging that Tinus’s power was weaker than a true dragon’s, we thought we could win easily, so there was no reason for her to sacrifice her life and attack me.

‘If I hadn’t become an 8-Class…’

It could have been dangerous.

I had underestimated my opponent, and Tinus had become a variable, but it had backfired.

It’s fortunate that I’ve reached 8th class, anyway….

“I should listen to Kyra’s words.”

She always said that I need a guardian by my side, and that my defenses are lacking.

And now, it’s proven to be true.

There’s nothing I can say about that.

In hindsight, I think it would’ve been better if I had built a temporary stronghold earlier, but considering the amount of sacred power the Saint used, I would’ve been insufficient at 7th class.

Kyra will probably argue that I need to increase my guards even more, and I think I should accept that.

“It’s dangerous, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. It’s fortunate that we resolved it well….”

I nodded in agreement with Tinus, who had approached me.

“But in the end, we surpassed the wall. It’s faster than I thought.”

“…It was a crisis. My pride was also hurt.”

“Pride, huh… I can somewhat understand what you’re thinking.”

Even as I had a brief conversation with Tinus, the Empire’s army was rapidly collapsing.

My undead and the heterogeneous alliance, along with the 6 Kingdom Alliance, had combined their forces.

The Empire, which had lost the Saint and the Archbishop, was no match for us.

After the Saint fell, the temporary holy land disappeared at an incredible speed, and the Archbishop, who was supposed to lead them, also fell.

The Master-level Holy Knights were all bound and falling one by one, leaving us with no choice.

In reality, there was nothing we could do to respond.

As a result, the Empire’s army was falling one by one, and their Masters were also falling into my hands.

“I think I can make a Death Knight…”

Although it’s not the real thing, making a substitute will do.

…It’s true that the level will be significantly lower than the original, but even if I make a proper Death Knight, its level will still be lower compared to a real Master.

I think I can create an Expert-level upper-tier knight corps that can sweep away the Empire’s army.

Seeing the Goddess’s followers, who were once humans, being turned into undead in an instant, I thought it was quite impressive.

“It’s definitely different in terms of level.”

The 7th class magic I had thought about and designed in my head seemed to be easily completable.

In reality, the fear of the rising cursed aura was something I could achieve as soon as I reached 8th class.

I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t do it before.

My mind was clear, and my thinking speed had changed significantly.

“As for magic, I think I can be called a Sage.”

Sage.

At this level, I think I can understand even somewhat complex magic at a glance, and it would be significantly helpful in teaching others.

I could see what was wrong when the opponent used magic and how to learn more efficiently.

Perhaps that’s why they call 8th class a Sage.

Moreover, if this is possible, I would have an overwhelming advantage in battles, especially against mages.

If 8th class is this powerful, I wonder what 9th class would be like.

After dealing with the Empire’s remnants, Athina and my undead returned first.

“You did well.”

-“No, it’s nothing.”

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“No, I’m also happy to have been of help, Master.”

“Master, me. It’s weird.”

“Golrun, you… didn’t even need to confirm it.”

Receiving the help of the Undead and the Divine Power to that extent…

This definitely needed to be confirmed.

“It’s still exhausting. Thanks to you, things have become easier.”

Golrun showed a pleased expression at my praise.

Following that, the support troops from the Inter-Species Alliance returned, and we received a report on their damage situation.

“2,000…”

“The damage is less than expected. If we consider that we’ve taken down the Empire’s main force, including the Saint, with only a 10% loss, our homeland will be greatly pleased.”

Most of the sacrificed were the Beastmen.

There were some Dragonewts who fought as warriors, but since they mainly used magic, the Beastmen were the ones who suffered the most casualties on the front lines.

However, despite the sadness of losing their comrades on their faces, their joy seemed greater.

It seemed that they were satisfied with having taken down the main enemy force.

Still, words of consolation were necessary.

I ordered that the victims be properly taken care of, and that their bodies be returned to their hometowns intact, adding that we would also provide compensation if possible.

‘Promising that right now is… difficult.’

As an individual, I couldn’t do it alone, and since the Inter-Species Alliance and the 6 Kingdoms Alliance, which had provided assistance, were involved, it was difficult to make promises, especially since the Kingdom Alliance was in a mess…

However, even that was enough to elicit an overly grateful response from them.

Especially, one of the Beastmen leaders’ words left an impression, saying that they were honored to have been able to help, and that they felt guilty for their past mistakes.

At first, I wondered why they would say such a thing, but upon further thought, I easily understood the reason.

‘It’s because of Tinnus.’

The ones with the most authority in the Inter-Species Alliance were the Dragonians.

Since the Dragonians had acknowledged Tinnus as a real dragon…

‘If I were to hold a bad view of the Beastmen, it would be really problematic.’

So, they seemed to be worried that I might have a bad impression of the Beastmen as a whole, despite our lack of connection.

Meanwhile, the last faction, the 6 Kingdoms Alliance, sent their representative, War Mage Tailton, and their mercenary, Master Baldev, to meet with us.

After saying words of appreciation to Baldev, I looked at the two mercenaries.

From a skill perspective, it wasn’t strange that they were the representatives, but it was still unusual to see mercenaries like them acting as representatives.

However, that question was soon answered.

“… Nobles? Both of you?”

“Please, speak comfortably. As the master of the dragon and a great sage, it’s an honor… and a bit uncomfortable.”

War Mage Tailton, being a magician, quickly understood my abilities and, realizing that I had a sound mind despite being a dark magician, showed respect.

“…Not the master, just the contractor.”

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“Contractor… that’s already amazing. It’s beyond what we can imagine…”

War Mage Tailton’s words were echoed by Master Baldev, who nodded in agreement.

Surprisingly, both of them were from noble families.

Tailton was from the noble family of the Dubres Kingdom, and he had left his family due to disagreements with his family’s magician and his own magician.

In the case of Baren, he was a bastard of a noble family in the Earl Kingdom.

“Both sides must have been extremely disappointed.”

I didn’t know this in my past life, but it’s said that many of the high-ranking mercenaries are connected to noble families in one way or another.

It’s a fact that having a strong foundation from a young age is important, and this side has a huge advantage.

“Yeah, that’s right…”

It’s not that there aren’t people who have succeeded from the bottom, but it seems there are fewer than I thought.

It doesn’t matter now, but I can understand why mercenaries like them fought to the end.

Baren didn’t like his family, but he had a sense of loyalty to the country, and Tailton left his family due to a difference in opinions and didn’t use his family name, but he wasn’t on bad terms with his family.