Count Scribe's Tutor

Arumal stares at him with his dying breath.

A moment later, Shane opens his tightly closed mouth.

[Ha.]

A short sigh gushed out from his lips.

He then mutters in disappointment.

[I never thought I'd borrow the body of an insect.]

It was a very strange voice.

It's an unusual type of voice, and it doesn't sound like it belongs in this world.

A moment later, Shane turns his head and stares at his hands. Thin Fingers. Fragile hands that cannot be found in Scales. His eyes were filled with a light of intense hatred.

[Was this the best you could do, Arumal?]

“Forgive me, my king. · · · · · · · Because he was the only one fitting the wavelength of the soul. ”

An Arumal that throws its elongated head to the ground.

Is he satisfied with that attitude? The king who took Shayne's body, all the expressions of death, were somewhat changed. The crumpled glances opened slightly, and the unfavorable eyes gradually softened.

Soon, he replied with a generous expression.

[I forgive you.It's a consumable waste anyway.]

“Thank you for understanding! ”

Arumal cautiously raises his head.

Soon all death took place. After taking a few steps, he sighed. Apparently, the new body doesn't seem to like it.

[Arumal.]

“Yes, my king. ”

Where are the other clans?]

“I put them in one place, as you ordered. By the way... ”

Arumal, who answered well, suddenly hesitated.

It looked like you were having trouble saying something. So, I waved my hand in the struggle that all death is not massive.

[As long as you say you lost your family in the forest. I've been feeling that part too.]

All five of them were sent to the Senek Forest.

It includes Durahan and the Witch of Death, along with two rich foresters. However, all five books were disconnected from the soul. This meant that he soon faced a confirmed death.

[That's why they added more rope.]

Right after he got his torso in the desert.

Every death has a new twist. A monster called the Ogre King, Bakum, and Latervand, once the most powerful hero of the Barbarians.

Among them, Tervand is a family with a hero streak. This should be enough to fill some of the voids lost in the Serenek Forest. I didn't doubt all the deaths.

However, even though I said so generously, Arumal's expression was still strange.

“It's related to the two genres, but · · · · · ·. ”

Arumal starts the story with a trembling voice. The following story reported a loss of communication with the two families. After a while, all the deaths I had heard were frowning on my face.

Wood Duck!

Suddenly, one arm twists violently. As the flesh was torn, red blood spattered everywhere.

“My king! Please turn away your anger. My body can't take it! ”

Arumal suddenly cried when he saw him.

And did he realize that his body was different? All the deaths barely restrained their anger. Subsequently, the collapse of the body stops, and a heavy sinking voice comes out.

[· · · · · · · · There is no time. Lead us where the clans are.]

“Yes! I will take you. ”

Arumal gets up from his seat in a hurry.

Shortly after, they headed for a cemetery near the altar.

All death sets foot on the cemetery, and the clans that were waiting all of them clasp their heads together on the ground.

Bang, bang!

Desknight, Bensi, Zombie Road and Skeleton King.

A total of sixteen bundles were gathered in one place.

“I meet the Great One. ”

“Glory to the Second Coming of the King! ”

Monsters, one by one. Nevertheless, they were very polite. In a certain sense, it is natural. The one in front of me was the one who brought them back from the dead.

While receiving their worship, all death quietly turned its gaze. Arumal is where his eyes are headed. Soon all the voices of death followed.

[Arumal, well done.]

“No, my king. I did what I had to do. ”

Arumal bows his head as if he were flattered.

Then all the deaths turned back to the sixteenth family.

[At first, I was worried about losing my family tree · · · · · · · · · ·.]

A blue pair of glasses that glimpses through bundles lightly.

A few moments later, a cold smile appeared on the mouth of death.

[This should be enough to regain his rage.]

The moment I heard that muttering.

Spooky

A strange Hangi wraps around the Aruma. His instincts are in jeopardy. Arumal rolls his eyes nervously and asks again.

“Yes? What do you mean, getting your temper back?" ”

But the answer never came back.

Instead, I reached out my hand quietly toward the clans. Those who blink because they don't know the meaning of their actions. At the same time, all the mouths of death were opened.

[Be mine.]

With a short command, an interstellar mutation occurred.

Quadruple! Quadruple!

Their bodies were all twisted together. The bones crumble and the rotten hide is torn apart. Not only that, but their strength and fury begin to dissipate from the collapse of the body.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

The escaping power and aggression were absorbed rapidly by all of death. And then I noticed the family. What was the purpose of all death? Why they were brought together.

“My king! Why? ”

“You're abandoning us! Ahhhh!”

The cemetery quickly turned into a rubble.

The clans that scream the terminals. Yet all death did not blink an eye.

Saaaa

How long has it been?

All the blue glares that filled the cemetery went out. The body turns to ashes, scattered by the wind, and the screams of the clans are no longer heard.

At the same time, all death opened its lips.

[Where are you going, Arumal.]

The dry summons make me afraid to stop.

Ujik

Arumal, who was stepping back, stopped. He didn't stop on his own. When I heard all the voices of death, my body stopped by itself.

[You're the only one who can make a full recovery.]

Every death that turned its back on him came to him.

Distance getting closer. Arumal trembles.

“Wow, King. How could you do this? ”

I asked with a trembling voice, but the answer did not come back.

Soon, all death approached me slowly. Five fingers approaching Arumal's head. Arumal screams as if to speak out.

“You said you would give me eternal life! Join us to the end of eternity. ”

[That's why you keep your promises.]

All death gripped Arumal's head tightly.

He whispers with a shivering look on his face.

[If you become one with me, you can live forever.]

To the end.

Power begins to dissipate from the body.

“ · · · · · ·!? ”

All of his magical power is short-lived, and it spreads further and further apart. I struggled with it, but it was nothing more than a meaningless gesture.

When it's impossible to have all the energy in your body. Arumal screams in anger.

“Ah, ah! No! Ergghhh! ”

That's the last thing Aruma said.

Saaaaaa

His body, which had been stripped of all its power, crumbles like ashes. What a futile end. Seeing this, all death twitched its eyebrows.

[Ruthless. How dare you put the name of a great dragon in your mouth?]

A disaster called all death, Erk.

He clears the ashes from the adra, then sets his feet straight. Finally arriving at the center of the cemetery. It was Herc's body, the dragon's headless torso.

[I originally dreamed of a complete second coming.]

Erc strokes the body gently.

But there was no foolishness in his eyes.

[You don't have to be obsessed with this until you've regained your original rage.]

As soon as the words ended, the body collapsed. The scales and flesh turn into black liquids and swirl towards Herc. All that's left is a giant skeleton. Erc commands it.

Wake up, my alter ego.]

The skeleton trembles with fear at the end of the command.

After a while, the dragon that remained bone bones slowly woke up. Though I didn't have a head, I didn't mind. A new head of black smoke emerged from every death just by reaching out.

[Well, then.]

Erc turns away, his self-immolation, leaving the Bone Dragon behind. His gaze is to the north. It was the last line of defense for Earl Mullen.

[The rat that grabbed my head. Stay vigilant.]

The gray smoke envelops him.

Erc laughs in a foggy graveyard.

[The waves of death will swallow you up.]

I hid my dry smile from them.

And the next morning early.

A catastrophic event struck Mullen.

* * *

Earl Ronaf could not believe what was happening in front of his eyes.

“Ugh, ahhhh! ”

“Arms! Arms! Aah!”

Screaming Soldiers.

I could understand it if it was in the middle of a war. Everyone screams like that if they get hit by an arrow or their arm cut off.

But none of the screamers were attacked. I was just shouting at the enemy on the watchtower.

And then something even more unbelievable happened.

“Glug! Glug, glug! ”

“Rrrrgh!”

The screaming soldiers suddenly turn into undead.

Earl Ronaf is appalled by what happened in the blink of an eye.

“Hey, hey. Whew! What the hell is that?!? ”

He shouts for Earl Archdut.

But the Earl didn't know either. The soldiers that have just arrived are screaming and turning into undead? I've never heard of it.

“That's... ”

Then something caught Earl Ronaf's eye.

Soldiers turning from the fourth tower to the undead. The careful observation of the scene resulted in a significant analysis of Earl Ronaf.

“Acting! Acting! ”

“Excuse me?”

“The black smoke! If I inhale that, it'll turn me into a dead man! ”

Earl Ronaf shouts as he sets up his bloodstream. The place he pointed at was literally shaking and approaching the black smoke.

Soon after the soldiers on the fifth tower drank the smoke and turned into undead, Earl Akdue quickly found out what had happened.

“All troops, retreat! ”

And I chose to abandon the gate without hesitation.

No matter how strong the disease was, I couldn't fight the smoke. The Earl's words make the soldiers and knights who were guarding the walls look ridiculous. But the Earl was a floating point.

“This is an unwinnable battle. All troops, abandon the gates and retreat! ”

Word has spread from the commander's mouth that there is no victory. Considering the strong pride of the archduke, this was never meant to be said.

Soldiers who knew the severity of the situation later began to retreat without first having to leave their positions.

“Back off! Stay as far away from them as you can! ”

“Never inhale the smoke! ”

Soldiers weren't the only ones running. Even the Knights and the Magic Troops didn't look back. It was obvious. They also witnessed the transformation of a living human into an undead.

“Huon. I need the Holy Land's help on this one. ”

Earl Ronaf said in a gruesome tone.

Earl Archdut also agreed with his opinion. If we're going to do something like this, we can't do it without the help of the Holy See.

“We can't solve this on our own. I'm sorry, but this place... ”

“It's all right. I have to save my life first. ”

A critical decision to give up Muellen and her backwriting. However, the Earl gladly gave up. He boasted of his defeat in battle, but this was no longer a war.

A disaster that cannot be stopped by human power.

The Earl's eyes twitch with a tremendous catastrophe.

* * *

Mullen has truly become Abigail.

Two Earls led their troops straight out of Mullen. Of course, the civilians of Mullen were evacuated, but it was faster for any army of death to reach them.

“That's fucked up. ”

Ferda mutters in a clock tower in the center of the city. In a way, Earl Archdude's choice was a very good decision.

Because the Black Smoke that dominated the South Gate was not a force for the Earl to respond to.

‘That's no different than the original. ’

The identity of smoke is all the power of death called the breath of the dead. It is harmless to those who have violence, but deadly to those who do not have violence. Your body rots just by touching the smoke, and if you inhale it, it turns into an undead.

It was a truly deceptive ability.

‘But that power is not limitless. ’

Of course. The breath of the dead was an ability to use dark magic in the end.

That's why I didn't worry too much. Even the Sernerk warriors have been evacuated out of the castle, just in case.

It was then.

“Ferda.”

The thread next to you grips the edge of the robe.

When I turned my head, I could see the fact that I was dressed differently than usual. A gray robe with a full body. Immediately, he asked with a slightly frustrating tone.

“· · · · · · · Do I have to fight here? ”

The intention of the question was clear. Mullen is looking to make Ferda a battlefield. Then at least the backwriting will be safe. That's what I disliked about it.

‘Because I wanted the handwriting to collapse. ’

Since I heard the truth 15 years ago in the Senek Forest. The real grudge only grew. So you'll have to tear down the castle to feel better.

But you shouldn't.

Ferda shakes her head and opens her mouth.

“I don't want to protect the White Writing, either. But if we let them, they'll spread across the kingdom. I can't let you do that. ”

“Why?”

I asked as if I was curious.

You're really gonna want to know. As far as he knows, Ferda was a man who wouldn't blink, no matter how many people died in the kingdom. Of course, Ferda was also not for that reason.

“Then the Holy Land will intervene. ”

In the beginning, it was always like that.

When the erl is dying and all death spreads across the kingdom, a large reinforcement is dispatched from the Holy Land, piloting the saints. They save those who are in despair, and eventually subdue all death.

As a result, the Holy Kingdom was rapidly taxed within the kingdom. The people of the kingdom began to believe in God, and the influence of the Holy Land grew with each passing day.

‘But this time it will be different. ’

I didn't want to give you an excuse to intervene in the kingdom in the first place.

In fact, I have explained the dangers of the Holy Nation several times before. How persistent and persistent and scary they are.

Maybe it's because they've been underfed in the past?

In fact, he nodded without any rebuttal.

“I see. There's nothing we can do about it. ”

I'm glad you understand.

Then Heron, who was hanging from the top of the clock tower, opens his mouth.

“My king, the enemy is closing in. ”

Like he said, the enemy is advancing through an empty South Gate into the heart of Mullen. The reality of confirming this immediately turned to Ferda.

“What do we do now? ”

“What about the Undead? ”

“I've got it waiting downstairs. ”

At the same time, Ferda grabs him by the back. Then, without hesitation, I jumped down to the clock tower.

The thread extending from the glove then winds the clock tower, decreasing its fall speed. After a short while, upon arriving in the square, a number of golden glares greeted him.

About 4,000 undead and 1,000 spheres of living armor.

A combined force of 5,000 filled Mullen's Square. Then I joined the herd on the clock tower. As all ties and armies gathered, Ferda opened her tightly closed mouth.

“Heron.”

The first one was called the Shrine Heron.

As he raises his head, Ferda's instructions follow.

“Reduce the number of enemies until all death occurs. ”

“I'll follow orders. ”

Heron, who was tasked with the mission, draws a bow.

Then Rodenhark, who was mixed up in the crowd, stepped forward.

“My Lord, what can I do? ”

His work is no different than Heron's.

So I gave him a rough answer.

“You just have to be as glamorous as possible at the center of the enemy. ”

“Question. Do I take that as a" crush "? ”

“You got it. ”

Ferda grins.

Rodenhag's eyes glint as if it were a satisfactory task. Then, while holding still, he asked, pointing to the air.

“Ferda. What can I do for them?" ”

Seeing the faint smoke, it seemed to speak of three ghosts.

They have a job to do. Ferda replied straight away.

“Protect the realm. Don't let anyone near you. ”

“Well, that's what he said. ”

With his answer, the three spirits surrounded him tightly. Seeing the sharp aura, it looks like you're already on alert. When everyone was given a mission.

“So what can I do? ”

He raises his head and raises Ferda.

Then Ferda smiles face to face.

“The necklace. ”

The long fingers point to the eyes of the moon.

Immediately, a cool answer followed.

“You can take it off now. ”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

His eyes widened.

But for a moment, he smiled widely. It was the answer I've been looking forward to ever since I wore the moon's eyes. In fact, he nodded with a full mouth smile.

And the moment I took off the moon's eyes.

The change has begun.

Saaaa

His eyes gradually turned bright.

The smile on his mouth slowly disappeared, and his face completely changed. This was the same with the 5,000 troops waiting behind.

A deep purple plaza.

Immediately, Borat Ahn Kwang swallowed the battlefield.

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