Desire

“You must be out of your mind.”

The emperor simply concluded. The gates of the south of Gallios have opened. And there are foot soldiers and knights pouring out of it. The emperor bursts into flames. Galios is crazy. He's going to try and resist the defeat anyway. This is pointless.

So, what do we do? There are a lot of attack options available in Gracia. Let's march on the infantry and fight back. Or should I drill a hole in the center of the Knights? Or we could use magic bombardment. Either way, I can definitely catch a win. This is a battle of victory anyway.

Then it's better to distribute the ball. The Navy has given up enough balls. So do wizards. But not knights and infantry. It's a conquest war coming from a far-off country. I allowed her to sail for a long time and forced her to abstain. Some reward is needed.

“Biggenhardt.”

The emperor gave the swordsman a glance. Galios tried to use siege weapons with the Wizards to blow them to the fortress, but they gave up their own advantageous notices and opened the gates wide. Then I guess I'll just have to fit in. He bows his head with the emperor's gaze.

The Magic Squad retreats. All out war. Ekidna swallows trembling breath. The excitement of the battlefield stiffens her heart. A thumping rumble erupts and a bitter shock rises from the toes. She grips Lance tightly and holds fast.

“What do we do? ”

One of the white seals asked. 1,000 troops, including Hermione, each of the palace princes, do not follow the swordsmen or other commanders' orders. They follow only the order of the Crown Prince. Buried in the swordsman's judgment, you can't see the princes' command abilities.

‘The horse is in command. In this overwhelming situation. ’

If it's a dysfunctional war, you have to survive. How many enemies you will kill in the process. Can we recover the favorable notice? If the gates are blocked, you can climb over the walls and stare at the ball that opens them. Ajin had his appetite.

“.. wait. ”

Hermione replies with a nervous face. Let's look at the situation. It is too dangerous to rush from the front. A thousand lives were given to him. Kill a few, save a few. All that power is in Hermione's hands.

And then the shout blew. It was Galios who moved first, not Gracia. The infantry sprints over here with a groin. Since then, you can see Galyos' archers raising their bows. The knights are preparing horses on both sides of the sprinting infantry.

“To the front.”

The emperor thunders. If they want a glorious and fierce death, that's all I can give them. I'm gonna kill you anyway. So smash it from the front. The swordsman immediately gave the order to the Emperor. The lead infantry rolls. The Knights, including Ekidna, have taken the reins.

You're in a rage.

The sound of footsteps shaking the ground resounds like thunder. The torn screams and shouts blend together to create a hell of Abigail. You bump into it from the front, but it's not a battle, it's a Yurin. Gracias was superior to Galios in all respects. Armor you're wearing, weapons you're holding, soldiers' abilities and deception. There was no battle in the first place.

Galios' commander grabs his head because he knows him. He said the king had descended, but he was the one who delivered it and sent the soldiers to hell. On his knees, he groans like an animal. Haveth, sitting in a chair, gave no regard to such commanders. He shakes his caramadon slowly.

“10 minutes.”

Harvest mutters. The commander raises his head and looks up at him. “What?” Harvest grins.

“By then, thousands would have died if they hadn't. ”

The muttering makes the commander's face distorted. Terrible thing to say, but it was true, so he couldn't argue. Jabesh stares at the deformed commander's face and dies.

“What's with the look on your face? If you feel guilty, go out there and do something. ”

The words make the commander's shoulders tremble. In fact, he wasn't even on the battlefield. She laughs as she looks at the silent commander. Just a little more, a little more. Jabesh thinks as he swings his carmadon.

The Necromancer is not ready yet.

It appears explicit to push you away. The infantry stumbles upon the ground for a few minutes, and then the body falls and piles up like a domino. I was not shocked because it was natural. Eventually, an unsustainable army of Gallios turned their backs and fled the line frequently. Some of them were screaming for their lives and throwing swords.

But no prisoners, just as the emperor nailed them in the first place. If a civilian comes out on the battlefield with a weapon, that's enough to kill him. The corpses pile up. Gracians, who don't know war, forget the first shock and excitement. They move silently like a machine, killing the prowling enemy soldiers.

It was the same with the knights. The Steel Knights charging from the lead pierced the Knights of Gallios. They pierce what they encounter as one sharp trench. The repulsive force in your hands, the sense of penetration through the human body. No, it's not piercing. Destroy it.

I could feel the blood flowing. Hermione shuts her mouth with her bare hands. He has never seen war. I've never seen a man die before, let alone in war. Where did the prince see such impurities? Azin looks at the distorted Hermione's face and says,

“Don't avoid it. ”

Azin chokes. Hermione chews on her lips. If you stay here because you feel disgusted for no reason, you won't get anything. Fortunately, again. The battlefield was overwhelmingly advantageous for the Gracias. Hermione looks around. I tried to find the other princes, but I couldn't see them. Maybe it's already mixed into the battlefield.

“.. forward. ”

Hermione barely said. It was a small voice, but it was enough to be conveyed to the whites. Ten Caucasians immediately relayed their orders. The ‘forward.’ was omitted, but the meaning was clear. We're going to kill the enemy.

Harvest rises up. Ten minutes have passed. Let's move forward. He glances at the commander who pours poisonous liquor into the glass. You incompetent coward. Stuck in the back and doing nothing, you self-absorbed, drunken idiot. He's useless anyway. Carmadon swings. The commander's head falls on his desk.

“I don't need a commander. ”

Harvest mutters. Carmadon opens the door to the negative dimension. Harvest's foot extends into it. The air changed in an instant. Swallows and spits out the sticky darkness like oxygen. You fill her body with black magic. The eyes of a skeleton decorated on the head of Carmadon glow red.

And the air changes again. The heat of the battlefield, the blood and guts. A screaming instrument. She stands on the wall. He glances down with his cold eyes. I see dead bodies lying around. The force in the middle is dead, and now it's pushed back and pushed in front of the gate. If we keep going, we'll be wiped out. Even if it's not exterminated, the soldiers will flee and the gates will be wide open. If that's the case, Civil War... Or plunder and slaughter.

‘That's not bad either. ’

But you don't have to go there. Harvest swallows his breath. Orsay sticks out his head at the open door behind his back. She blinks her red eyes and looks at Harvest.

“Will you do it? ”

Orsel asks. She nods slowly. Orsay stands behind her back. The source of the dark magic that Harvest has learned, Necromancy, is Orsay. At first, yes, but the Dark Magic, the center of the Necromancy, is the resurrection of the lion.

In that area, she surpassed Orsay. Harvest's lips open. Not fast, but slow. Every time he mutters, his eyes darken. Sticky black magic spreads around Harvest.

It was no secret magic. The first thing I felt for him was a purple star. She turns her head in horror. The highest point of her gaze is at the wall. You can see her standing there. The purple star's eyes were wide open.

‘What a coincidence.’

Maybe it's fate. The queen crouches inside the purple stars. I didn't know harvez was here. There is no vigilance. Haveth's presence does not give her any vigilance. Rather, it's nice to meet you and a little bit of expectation. The queen's jaw rises, knowing that something is about to change in this obvious war.

The other Grand Wizards also felt the magic of Harvest. Their faces were pale. This ominous power is unparalleled. There was no need to search. They instinctively knew. The Black Wizard, that too, is near the apex.

By the time they found out that she existed, the magic had already been manifested. The corpse creaks on the ground. A faint light enters the hollow pupil. The bones of the shattered body cling forcefully. Magic is adequate. As long as there is a Carmadon that opens the door in a negative dimension, there is no limit to the magical power that Harvest can use. It's a hassle, but the scale of magic he can unfold is equivalent to that of a dragon.

“Here.”

The glory is over. The magic is complete. Carmadon rises high. Her lips twitch.

“Rise.”

The dead rise to command. A bewildered scream erupted from everywhere. The panic was natural because the corpses that were lying dead rose to their feet. Gracias, Gallios, and the dead have become new armies.

“Kill.”

That's all Jabesh gave me. Galios, kill Gracie without fail. More, more bodies. The corpses on their feet grab their weapons. Magic never stops. The simple resurrection of the lion is something that any Necromancer can do.

A few more steps from there. Strengthens the corpse. There are many, but the magical power to draw is infinite. There's nothing wrong with it. The scattered black magic seeps into the corpses. The corpses' bodies twitch. Faster, harder, harder.

“Necromancer?”

The emperor mutters in surprise. The standing corpses quickly change the flow of the battlefield. Surprised soldiers try to turn the bodies back into corpses with weapons, but those who are already dead have no pain or fear of death. When the sword in my body cut off my arm or leg, the falling arm immediately caught on.

“This is...”

Azin, who was mixed up in the battlefield, is close to Hermione. Hermione's forces confront the undead. The turbulence of Hermione has spread to the horse he rides. Azin calms Hermione down and aims for the undead advancing this way.

A moving corpse. A corpse wrapped in black magic. Azin's gaze was on the wall.

I saw Harvest.