The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 12
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The soldier shouted save (12)
The sharp blade of the dagger points towards the village chief.
The village chief’s face changes.
A face filled with fear.
The face disappears without a trace and becomes expressionless.
“under.”
The village chief laughs as if he finds it ridiculous.
The guy is behind it.
No need to think about it.
This is how I end the guy’s life.
Modifies the path of the striking dagger.
Avoiding the village chief’s arm that blocks him, he aims for the neck.
-Ting.
My dagger bounces away with a short metallic sound.
It wasn’t the village chief who stopped the attack.
The guy who deflected the dagger was a skeleton.
-Slightly.
The weapon is a longsword.
But every one of the guy’s bones was engraved with magic letters.
“Wow, that’s amazing. Honestly, I thought it was perfect.”
His appearance changes.
He wasn’t a hunched old man.
Height: 170 cm. Age: around 30.
He was a young man, no doubt.
‘This isn’t what it looks like either.’
Neither his old appearance nor his current appearance as a young person should deceive him.
The guy is a necromancer.
He’s first-class when it comes to handling corpses.
It wouldn’t be a big deal to just peel off the skin from a dead person’s face and put it on your own face.
“Tell me. How did you know? Do you have some kind of holy relic that can detect lies?”
-Dalgrak.
The skeleton’s longsword is aimed at me.
Death is not scary.
He says this with a laugh at the absurd threat.
“Well? Isn’t it strange to believe in a warlock?”
The guy nods as if he understands those words.
“So, it’s not like it was the time of the warrior? Since I’ve been caught, I guess I’ll have to give up on making you a ‘perfect skeleton’.”
“… … A perfect skeleton?”
The guy looks at my body with creepy eyes.
“You have a nice body… … I’m sure the bones inside your body are nice too, right?”
Those words brought me to my senses.
The guy doesn’t even think he’s going to be attacked.
Now is your chance.
He holds a dagger in his hand and stomps the floor.
Okay.
The guy didn’t respond.
but.
‘Ugh!’
Forgotten pain comes rushing back.
But we must not stop taking action.
“Hey, stop it!”
The guy shouts in confusion.
A skeleton holding a longsword moves its bones quickly.
The guy’s sword was fast.
But it was clearly visible.
If you squeeze out your last bit of strength, you can avoid the blow.
But if you squeeze out all your strength, what happens next?
As I watched the pain creep in, I realized that the effects of the red potion had already worn off.
The moment you lower your body to avoid the skeleton’s sword, you will not be able to stand up and will just fall to the ground.
If so, don’t avoid it.
-Shoot.
The skeleton’s sword pierces my body.
The necromancer frowns.
“Damn it! I can’t die… … .”
I can hear the guy’s embarrassed voice.
– Cool.
Thick blood poured out of my mouth.
This ‘life’ is already wrong.
Not bad.
Squeeze every last bit of life out of your body and use it as fuel to move your body.
-Shoot.
I threw the dagger with the knife still stuck in my stomach.
“Wh, what!”
The guy hurriedly stretches out his hand and creates a black shield.
But he is slow to react, perhaps because he couldn’t predict my actions.
-Wow.
A flying dagger grazes the guy’s cheek.
The guy shouts urgently.
“Lord, kill me!!”
The skeleton pulls out the sword from my stomach.
Then he swung it again towards my chest.
-Whoosh!
My whole body is covered in blood, along with the wounds from the veins.
The view is focused on the floor.
“Aaaah, damn it! You idiot, how dare you refuse to be my special item! … … There’s nothing I can do. I have no choice but to try combining it with monster bones.”
Consciousness is gradually fading away.
The bastard’s hand is getting closer and closer.
“How is it, are you excited too?”
The future is anticipated.
‘Is this life going to be a skeleton?’
My skin will disappear and only my bare bones will remain, and I will become his slave.
In a normal situation where there is no save, that is.
“Next… then… … .”
He speaks, spewing out thick blood.
The guy laughs as if he finds it ridiculous.
“Next? What’s next for this dying guy? Are you going to become a skeleton and take revenge on me, a necromancer?”
The guy looks down at me with a mocking face.
I follow him and raise the corners of my mouth as I say.
“Next… life… then… .”
Consciousness fades.
But he pronounced the last one correctly.
“Kill.”
* * *
– Died from a skeleton attack. [Confirmed]
-Loaded from auto-save. [Confirm]
―Hint: Let’s save our comrades. [Confirm]
Back again.
“Are you the warrior who came to our Dane village?”
This village man is talking to me.
He has ordinary clothes, an ordinary face, and an ordinary voice, but he is not human.
Only now have I realized what it was.
‘zombi…….’
It was perfect.
Even as I was watching, I couldn’t tell if he was a zombie or not.
But his body was cold.
And that’s not all.
Their monstrous powers, and if they were zombies, the ‘strange stares’ of the townspeople were somewhat understandable.
I was looking at them, but they were staring into space.
Because they are zombies.
I was in a ‘waiting’ state because I couldn’t get within a distance that met their ‘pattern’.
“Hey, are you okay? Hey! Someone call the village chief!”
A perfect conversation that ordinary zombies cannot have.
I had no choice but to admit it.
That guy is a genius necromancer.
‘Run away?’
Even though my body was struggling to take a single step, if I ate the ‘Red Potion’ in my bag and ran, it was enough to run to the other village.
but.
-Knock. Knock. Knock.
He is in his 80s with a white beard and white hair.
This guy, who walks with a cane on his bent back, is not the village chief.
Necromancer.
There’s no way you can escape this guy.
… … There is only one way.
“eight.”
The guy who had come up to me before I knew it pointed at my arm with his cane.
He obediently gives up his arm.
The purple light from his hand envelopes my arm.
“What a great feat. The outer layer of the skin is dead, but the inside has already healed. By any chance… are there any priests around?”
“I was healed, but he left before I could come to my senses. Did the priest come to town?”
I had to convince the guy.
“A woman who appeared to be a priest came to visit me just now, but she took a few things from the village and left again.”
It was necessary to assure the village that there would be no more priests visiting.
“Didn’t we meet on the way to town?”
“I guess we got mixed up.”
The necromancer’s natural enemy.
The one who was worried about the new priest is relieved upon seeing my healed body.
Now all his worries are gone.
I am not a warrior.
There are no priests around.
So then I am just the ‘material’ needed to create the skeleton.
That’s what it will look like in his eyes.
so.
“Hmm… … I felt it earlier, but you have a nice body.”
He says things like that so openly.
What he’s looking at isn’t my muscular body.
The bones inside it.
I’m already thinking about turning my body into a skeleton.
It’s creepy.
“If the priest finds out you’re gone, he’ll come back here, so you can rest in our village tonight.”
What the guy said was wrong.
The priest does not return here.
Because I was already in this town.
I silently followed the guy’s directions.
At the words of a guy who pretends to be the village chief and says he will even heal you.
“thank you.”
I sent a simple thank you note.
Acting isn’t just for guys.
I also need to pretend to be prey.
The village chief who was leading the way stops walking.
I know why.
“Would you like to stay here today?”
The building the village chief pointed to was all too familiar.
Even though I was looking at the outside, it felt like I could see inside the room.
“You don’t look well, so it would be better to get the treatment done tomorrow. Take this.”
The guy held out a red potion.
“thank you.”
He smiles faintly at the sight of me obediently accepting the potion.
“Then take a rest.”
Things were different from my last life, where I had to watch over you until you drank all the potions.
The village chief heads out the door without any sense of caution.
It’s a given.
I accepted the village chief’s kindness without question.
The village chief must have felt it too.
Even this simple act of clearing the air of suspicion will prevent the village chief from ever ‘revisiting’ again.
The urgent fire was put out.
But the question was not resolved.
The necromancer didn’t kill me right away.
If he had wanted to kill me, he could have done it multiple times from the moment he passed the village entrance.
If not, then the guy wanted to get something from me.
The guy made a pointless show of saving me from the skeleton he was controlling.
‘Why did you call the priest a necromancer?’
I know you tried to trick me.
But why?
What was it that he was trying to get from me by going to such extremes?
‘faith?’
I don’t know why, but the guy was trying to gain my trust.
‘But why… … .’
In my last life, I faced death.
Perhaps with that death my body would have turned into a skeleton.
If so, that would be strange.
What’s the difference between a ‘skeleton with trustworthy memories’ and a ‘skeleton with untrustworthy memories’?
Anyway, I’ll just become a skeleton with ‘all my memories of being human gone’.
‘The perfect skeleton?’
One of the things the guy said flashed through my mind.
He said he was ‘giving up’ on making me a ‘perfect skeleton’.
The timing of those words was when the guy’s identity was revealed.
‘Is a skeleton with memories that don’t trust itself a failure?’
The guy values memories.
Why?
A thought passes through my mind.
I don’t think that’s possible, I don’t think that’s possible, but just in case…
‘… … What if the skeleton remembers when he was human?’
[The first path of destiny guides your growth.]
A skeleton who trusts himself as a black magician.
Why did you want to create that skeleton?
‘Because the skeleton with human memories tried to escape control? So you’re trying something new?’
It is different from the ordinary skeleton that moves like a beast.
Skeletons with human memories demonstrate extraordinary talent.
However, if there were a skeleton with human memories, and if the skeleton thought for itself, it would never choose to become a slave to a warlock.
The skeleton would have wanted to kill the one controlling him and regain his freedom.
However, the skeletons with human memories could not kill the necromancer.
‘It’s very easy for a necromancer to impose restrictions on skeletons.’
The skeletons have realized.
The fact that you can’t kill a necromancer with your own thoughts.
‘So you guided me?’
When is a necromancer who controls skeletons with his mind not ‘in control’?
The time when the necromancer sleeps.
It’s dawn.
‘Is that why you came to me at dawn?’
The puzzle is falling into place.
So then, what needs to be done becomes clear.
It’s a matter of waiting.
This time I didn’t just wait with my eyes open.
I needed to recover at least a little, even if it was just for five or ten minutes.
That’s why I close my eyes even though I can’t sleep.
No need to worry about not being able to wake up on time.
Because the ‘alarm’ rings at dawn.
* * *
How long has it been since I closed my eyes?
-Knock. Knock. Knock.
There was a loud knock on the door.
They came.
I grabbed the red potion and my backpack and headed out the door.
-Slightly.
There stood a skeleton.
Poor and pitiful.
These guys will still have memories of when they were human.
How desperate would that have been?
My own body, left with only bones, unable to die at will.
Even his actions are restricted by the necromancer, and he cannot speak properly.
How many years have you been living in such despair?
-Dalgrak.
The skeleton in front of you extends its arms and hand bones to point in the direction.
It is not the necromancer’s will.
The will of ‘oneself’.
But even with that will, you can’t escape the necromancer.
Even if you die, you will not be liberated.
Even if the bones crumble, the soul returns to the necromancer.
It’s just transferred to another bone and becomes a new skeleton.
That’s why it guides me.
Over there.
Before the guy wakes up.
-Slightly.
A multitude of skeletons make their way.
Am I missing my way?
Wouldn’t you be mistaken?
Should I go somewhere else?
Amid such worries, the skeletons make their way.
Where that path leads is where the skeletons’ hope lies.
A place where there is someone who can free you from the skeleton life you’ve been living for years.
There is only one way for a skeleton to be saved.
Divine magic.
If you want to die properly without your soul returning to the necromancer, you have no choice but to die by divine magic.
That’s why you brought me here.
A priest who can use divine magic.
To where ‘she’ is.