Chapter 142. Holy water is the best for cleaning the undead.
“...Even if they are magicians, they are human after all.
Just shaking your brain lightly makes you an idiot who can't even use a single spell.
You should have trained your body.”
Of course, if you're calm, you can use magic with a simple amount of mana, but that warlock is hardly getting out of panic, perhaps because it's the first time he's suffered a concussion.
Arel lamented inwardly that he was truly pathetic.
This guy was the one who threw 400,000 undead into chaos just a short while ago.
“What happened? Lie down and listen.”
Arel pulled a chair that had been rolling around and sat on it.
“Anyway, you must have felt that your absurd plan was perfect. Well...
Raise a large army of undead to invade and dominate neighboring countries. Can I summarize your plan like this?”
“Haa... Not even a child would come up with such an absurd idea.”
Arel shook his head as if he was genuinely sorry.
“How dare you insult me! This army of my dead is really??????
“You mean invincible?”
Arel deliberately sighed and sighed.
“Yes, compared to normal soldiers, the undead army can look powerful.”
It does not require replenishment and does not wear out.
Also, since they do not die, it is difficult to respond to anything other than purifying or completely burning them.
The more they advance there, the more they turn the victims into undead and increase their number, so they will surely not look at it lightly.
“But there is no hope.”
“what?”
“If it succeeds, let’s say. What were you going to do after that? Did you really think that if you destroyed the neighboring countries, you would become king after that?”
no.
Arell shook his head.
“Anyway, the only future that lies ahead of you is that you'll be cut and killed by someone.”
At best, it was nothing more than destroying a few neighboring countries.
Humanity, having tasted bitterness from him, will unite more and eventually drive out that black magician.
“Well, that’s it too. What's left to reign like that in the first place? Do you think you can survive in a world full of undead?”
You can just sit on a pile of corpses and pretend to be a king, but you'll find out sooner or later.
‘I haven't accomplished anything.'
The sense of futility.
“Until now, no one has ever succeeded in trying to conquer the world in that way. I've been watching it until I get tired of it, so I guarantee it.”
“Stop the bullshit!”
However, at Arel's point, Nelphran protested with the momentum to pry his eyes out.
“This happened because you interfered!! How dare you ruin a cause that I should have dedicated my life to!”
“If it goes well, thanks to me, if it doesn’t go well, is it someone else’s fault? You did really well. It just ruined you because you were lame.”
Well, I thought he couldn't understand.
In the first place, if I had the head to question reality or anything, I wouldn't have done this.
Haa.... Arel sighed heavily and stood up.
“it's okay. Is there any ingenious reason? I'm stupid for wondering It was a waste of time.”
I'm tired of talking to him any more.
Arell looked down at him coldly and gestured toward the warlock glaring at him.
“Wake up.”
“What?”
“I didn’t even hit that hard. I already know you're looking for an opportunity to use magic on me, so don't be fooled and get up.”
As Arel pointed out, Nelfran had already finished all the chanting.
However, unlike a moment ago, the reason why he was swept away by anger and did not want to use magic at all was because he realized even late that Arel was an unusual person and was vigilant.
“…What is your intention?”
“huh? not a big deal.”
Arel laughed fiercely and said.
“Anyway, I was a little annoyed by your actions.
That's why it's a waste to kill them all.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“It’s a story you don’t know anyway.”
There is no way he will ever know that the reason why Arell is annoyed is because the city construction has been delayed by the undead army he has raised.
“So, let me end my life with as much humiliation and despair as possible. It would be good for those who fell victim to your nonsense.”
For that reason, Arel showed his composure and beckoned once again.
“Have mercy on me. Let me use some magic first. Why don't you show me your proud black magic?”
“...don't regret it! Fall in love with this Nelphran's magic! Fool!”
The magic was cast without hesitation.
To be looked down upon like that is nothing short of humiliating.
But at the same time it was ominous.
Nelphran's instincts are warning.
If you fight properly, you may not be able to win.
So it's best to kill them with all your might when you're free.
made that judgment.
“I will not leave ashes! Inferno!”
Regardless of being indoors, he cast fire magic, which boasted the highest firepower he could use.
Anyway, it didn't matter if I destroyed all the data here.
If so, he intended to burn it regardless.
The black flames raged violently, as if trying to swallow Arel like a torrent.
A fire that would turn a normal human into ash as soon as they touched it.
“Hmm...
But even while being swept away by the flames, Arel tilted her head as if something was not right.
‘What is that attitude...?' It's just pretending to be free.
No matter how strong you are, as long as you are human, you cannot escape if you are caught up in the flames.
Thinking that way, I tried with all my might to burn Arel.
“...the temperature is low.”
In an instant, a chill went down my spine.
what did you say now?
No, before that, why can I still hear that boy's voice?
“Hey, I can’t even bake sweet potatoes like this.”
At that moment, the black flames scattered all at once and he felt a heavy pain in his abdomen.
“Cuck!”
The black magician knelt down, vomiting dark red blood.
“It’s nonsense. Why are you unharmed...?”
“Did you tell me? The temperature is low.”
Unbelievable that he was engulfed in flames, not even a single hair on the hem of Arel's clothes was singed.
Arel was just muttering calmly with his fists outstretched forward.
Even the damage inflicted on the warlock now.
I just stretched out my fist with the feeling of lightly squeezing it.
“Don’t worry. Because I touched you gently so that I wouldn't die. I deliberately avoided vital points and hit them.”
The black magician I dealt with in the past was killed because there were people around me, but I have no intention of doing that this time.
With the feeling that we should take a look at the level of black magic here, we will play with it as much as we can and put an end to it.
Also, this is his punishment.
“Did you tell me? I will make you pay for your sins.”
“Kuh…. Don’t think that you will be able to relax forever!!”
Nelphran cast his magic once again.
Yes, it must be a trick.
The reason why the fire did not work must have been the use of some magic tool.
If that's the case, you can kill it through other means than fire magic attacks.
“Wake up! My faithful warriors!”
As the black waves spread around, I felt a light shaking under my feet.
“hmm?”
Isn't this a direct attack spell?
As Arel looked down, three huge shadows soared through the ground.
“Ugh.... It's such a hobby.... It's dirty.”
Arell frowned.
Three undead were thrown out by his magic.
However, it is disgusting because the appearance of the young is terrible.
He has eight arms and holds all sorts of ignorant weapons, such as a great sword, an ax and a blunt weapon.
Even the huge body was made by stitching all human parts together like rags, so it seemed that a child would be traumatized for the rest of their lives.
I'm used to gross things, so I'm resistant to them, but that and unpleasantness are separate issues.
“Bitter… I almost came up after lunch. There are degrees of insulting the deceased.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha! How is it!”
Perhaps misunderstanding that Arell's frown was frightened, the warlock exclaimed vigorously.
If the magic attack doesn't work, you can physically beat it to death.
No matter what great magic tools they hide, they won't be able to completely block both magic and physics.
“The best warrior made by combining the bodies of all kinds of strong soldiers! No matter how strong you are, you will not be able to defeat their bodies.”
“Hey, you forgot one thing. It should be called the dirtiest warrior.”
Arel spat at the sight of the three undead running towards him.
It seemed that the child was deeply mistaken.
there's nothing you can't understand
Just looking at his appearance, no one would think that Arell was capable of a power struggle.
‘What should I do? Shall I just smash it by force?'
It wouldn't hurt to surprise him by smashing him down with just two fists.
‘It looks like it'll get dirty if you touch it.'
I just didn't want to touch it.
Of course, there are many ways to hit with an aura or smash it without even touching it.
‘I think I'll ask something if I knock on it.'
If the fragments bounced, it seemed that germs would be transmitted for some reason.
Even if I blocked it with an aura, I felt like something would touch me and I would feel uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, Arel, who likes tidy things, just hated seeing them approaching.
‘It's a bit annoying to write, but should I try this?'
Thinking of a way to get rid of them without even touching them, Arel nodded to herself.
If that's the case, it's the cleanest way to defeat all undead warriors or whatever.
“It’s no use trying to relax! Hit and kill!”
Following the order of the witch mage, three undead warriors attacked at once.
Each raises his weapon and charges at the same time.
Certainly, it is okay to move in its own way, befitting the pride of collecting only the best parts.
But rather than admiration, I heard only pity for some reason.
How many people did they sacrifice to create such a monster?
“It’s pitiful, and it’ll end in one go.”
Arel muttered quietly and waved her hand lightly.
“Just be cleansed.”
Just by waving his hand, a pure white light flashed for an instant.
As it was, the evil mana that moved the three undead warriors disappeared at the same time, and they collapsed.
“Oh, what happened! in action! Move!”
Even if the panicked black magician cast black magic again, the fallen undead warriors did not move again.
“What happened!”
“What’s going on? I have purified it.”
“purification?”
I couldn't understand for a moment what I was hearing.
Purification.... Could it be that purification?
Come to think of it, I've heard it before.
Just by approaching, black magic is driven away.
An existence that purifies the undead just by looking at it.
“...Could it be that only the saints of the Holy Kingdom...is that...?!”
“It's not that purification was patented by the saintess. What are you dissatisfied with about me writing?”
Arell laughed at the astonished warlock.
‘I'm mimicking something similar to Jeong-hwa, but I don't notice it.'
In fact, it is not purification in the full sense.
Originally, the power of a saint well-known to the world is to drive out all mana purely.
In contrast, Arel's is a similar reproduction of it with his own theory.
Anyway, the root is the power to drive out unclean mana.
You are already familiar with the theory.
If so, it wasn't difficult to reproduce it similarly.
‘...It was a theory that could not have been established without the saintess' cooperation in her previous life.'
However, since it is a power that reproduces only similar effects, neither the range nor the effect can be compared with the original version.
“This cannot be! Equal to that saintess... more powerful than that!!”
Even if the saintess herself did it, she was sure that she would not be able to defeat her undead warriors, and developed it with all her heart and soul.
But I'm going to fall down like that too.
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