Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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Association · · · ·?

Haman grips his teeth, avoiding swords and spears.

You step back, and the phantom soldiers surround him.

Arrows fly from the air.

Haman dodges the arrow and the undead move toward the twisted body.

The Pokémon attack with a clear shot.

Who the hell are these guys? ’

A little better than a soldier, at best.

But the connections they play are as tough as being "one body."

Another undead soldier walks out of the dark alley.

Holds various weapons, such as spears, bows, and maces.

The user blushes its blue eyes in the dark, grabbing onto sharp weapons and running.

I'd rather face the paladins! ’

Haman blocks the sword and dodges the spear. Remove the arrow and step back.

Towards him, an undead soldier digs from all sides simultaneously, surrounding him without a single scratch.

Hold your legs to the ground. Swing the sword while rotating the body.

Haman's mouth opened.

Obviously, that was something Haman was familiar with.

"... the Celestial Slash?" '

Surprisingly, Haman wasn't confident in avoiding all these crude strikes.

Dozens of swords flying from 360 degrees.

'From now on, I will do everything I can!'

As there is an unidentified group, we don't know what will happen within the territory of Ronia.

We need to get this situation cleaned up and investigated quickly.

Tonight, before zero o'clock.

“Shin Heim of the Battlefield · · · ·. ”

He raises his power.

Spirits gush from the blade.

A bright light drives out the darkness.

· · Grab the sword with both hands to eliminate the undead in a single strike · ·.

“Enough.”

The Undead's movements have stopped.

Dozens of swords pointed at Haman's neck.

Haman turns his gaze away from the sword he was about to slaughter.

In the darkness, one walks out of the alleyway.

Seeing him, Haman mutters with a stiff face.

“... Your Highness. ”

The seven princes, Allen Olfolds, stand in front of the undead.

* *

I sat on the outside wall as a chair.

I looked down, shaking my legs.

Exterior wall height reaching 12m.

If you fall from here, it won't end with a broken bridge.

“Those bastards who fell here must be in a lot of pain. ”

There are still uncollected corpses underneath. Across the street, waiting for the Vampire's command. The zombies are staring blankly.

“That · · · · ·. Isn't he a saint?”

“Right? Like · · · ·. ”

“You're the one who gave us the holy water? ”

I turned my eyes away.

Prisoners and soldiers whisper in the corner of the wall.

They stared at me and stared longing for something.

And · · ·.

“Let us pray. ”

“We atone for our sins. ”

Kneel and pray.

How the hell do we tell them apart?

I put out my tongue.

I have Haman and the undead beside me. He even wore a skull mask in case he found out who he was.

How can you pray for me like that? And atonement?

When I saw him, I said a word to myself.

That's ridiculous.

If that kind of prayer makes sin disappear, would the world need police and law?

You will reflect and work hard, and you will not be saved by praying to me.

I looked at the prisoners with a ridiculous look and turned my gaze to Haman.

“Since when did I become a saint?" ”

“... ”

Haman didn't answer any of my questions.

I just took off my helmet and held down my temples.

“What am I going to do with this! 7 The Crown Prince · · ·. Ulicia's son · · · ·. 4. Commandments. ”

Haman mutters to himself in shock.

“Y-you 're that desperate! I didn't know that either. ”

What, desperate? I think you'd fit right in.

I was embarrassed.

It was because Haman seemed to have lost his entire fortune in gambling.

He doubted his eyes and ears and looked at me and opened his mouth again.

“I mean · · · · ·. ”

The machine-like creature's emotions were once again shaken.

His gaze is on the undead soldier beside me.

“That undead, you summoned him? ”

“Yes, it is. Exactly. What do you think? That makes sense, doesn't it? You can't tell if it's a person or an undead by looking at it. ”

I smiled freshly and answered him honestly.

There is no need to lie as long as it has already been revealed. No, it's better to let them know in this situation.

It's now December 25th.

It is not the birthday of Jesus Christ, but it is not the Christmas anniversary when everyone rejoices and receives Santa Claus' gift.

On the contrary, it's an infested Halloween day for the undead.

The undead soldiers I summoned in this situation are of little help.

It is best to make sure that Haman knows and does not friction.

Haman groans.

“Ulicia, what should I do? · ·! ”

Who's Julia?

I tilted my head.

Haman's mouth is covered with his hands, astonished and flawed.

And then he sees me.

“... Why? ”

He asked as if he was going to check.

Probably asking about why you've mastered commandos.

“I got used to it somehow. ”

‘Actually, I'm the second in line. He lived and died, and then he became the Seven? Plus, you can use your game skills! ’

You won't believe it if you try to explain the phrase...

Rather, it would be easier to say, 'I made a deal with the devil.'

The problem is, if you say it like that, I'll end up in Ethan.

“Demons and · · · · ·. Did you make a deal?”

You're freaking me out. You're handing me over to a heretic interrogator?

“Well, I'm curious about that. If you made a deal with the Devil, would the undead have it? ”

“... ”

My words complicate Haman's expression.

Well, he wouldn't understand. An undead with powers? I'm curious, too, but what about Haman, who's been studying faith so far?

“Then how did the Divine Undead do it? ”

“I don't know. I can't remember anything before the suicide. You were always interested in commandos, weren't you? ”

“Are you hiding it? ”

“There's nothing to hide and sleep about. Actually, I don't know. ”

I told the truth. If I'd have known that, I would have been the chief of staff.

Haman no longer asked.

“So you're going to inform the Inquisitor? ”

When I asked this question, I had to be nervous.

I have to seriously consider how to dispose of Haman, according to his answers.

I have the eyes of the prisoners, but if a ghost soldier, not me, strikes Haman...

“No.”

It was an unexpected answer.

Haman who saw me said,

“I don't think they'd believe me if I posted a report. Rather, it would be even more convincing for me to line up for another prince, ”

Oh, the high-pass promotion?

Well, he's an FM. He's not the kind of guy who catches the line.

It would also be unfair to be misunderstood.

Haman takes a breath. He tried to calm down and asked me.

“Do you know what the wavelength will be if this becomes known? ”

Yes · · ·. I don't know.

I just know that I might be locked up for the rest of my life.

“At least I won't be free. ”

“... The First Prince, who is my brother, is in danger if I don't do something right. ”

Oh, do I have a brother?

Well, since he's seven, there must be six more on top of me.

Haman sighs as I sit on the wall.

“... I was also a knight of Ulicia. At that time, the mission was to protect the Crown Prince and Yulicia. ”

Haman looked at me and said with a firm determination.

“... I will watch over the first and seventh. ”

At that point, I was stunned for a while.

The one who used to be FM · · ·. Looks like I'm finally in line.

Well, it was natural to get promoted to High Pass.

Haha! But I don't know how to use this line. I can't believe you're beaten by a deceased prince. And queuing up for the mysterious emperor who uses commandments.

Or, what, are you trying to figure out your weakness?

As much as there's not enough evidence, you're trying to keep an eye on me.

I was wary of Haman.

He gave me a strangely compassionate look.

When I asked him why he was giving me that look, I smelled like a nosebleed.

“Anyway · · · ·. I think it's time. ”

“... ”

I looked up at the sky.

Here, I could see the sun and the moonlight, and I could see the time.

Now the clouds are gathering, so I don't know the exact time.

However, we could tell that the smell of death that we felt was approaching ‘0: 00.’

“Christmas Eve is over, too. ”

I wanted to spend it with beautiful girls or friends, but · · ·

As the black clouds gradually disappeared, the hidden moonlight appeared. It was emitting a bright red light, not a subtle, clear light.

A dark magical force transformed the air layer and caused the illusion.

When I saw the moonlight, I muttered to myself.

“Merry Christmas. Haman. Of course. ”

I looked down.

I hurled myself up as I sat up.

“... and Halloween is random. ”

The undead are finally starting to move in front of you.

Beyond 600 meters, the Vampire Earl stood out from nowhere near the Musket Rifle, gathering magical power in his hands.

* *

The Earl of Vampires is back in the kiln.

He changed it.

I looked down and looked between his crotch.

The vital areas were still not regenerated along with the burning smell.

‘Why · · ·! ’

He was different from the other undead.

It is not a ‘corpse’ in which the heart stops without breathing.

It has a self and moves with thought.

His heart is also weak, but he beats and breathes into his lungs.

I could also enjoy the taste of meat with my mouth.

This is a vampire.

A creature born with a ‘new life’ crawling out of death.

Even if I did, even if part of my body disappeared by sexual force, I had to regenerate.

But · · ·.

Something really important didn't resurface. No, it's working, but it's faint.

At least this much wound would take years.

The bullet that pierced him was powerful.

- You fucking priest!

He was furious.

How can you be so terribly humiliated as to become a vampire king?

-Taken away my own pleasure!

The Vampire Earl shakes his hand, his hand unblinking.

Catches nearby zombies and raises them.

Tear the limbs and shove the contents into your mouth.

- Yeah, that's good. If you possess that territory, you will gain more power.

Then resurfacing will be much easier.

I don't want to retreat like this.

His gaze turned to the sky.

Red moonlight.

He looks down at the ground.

A dark mist with magical power traverses the earth.

The undead's body, which was soaking in the fog, trembles.

The zombie's body swells. Yawin's body is covered in muscle tone.

The skeletons shed a dark magical force among the bones.

The Earl of Vampires smiles at his appearance.

Behold this powerful magic!

This is the real wave of death!

December 25. The day of Amon's death has come, commander king!

- The time has come!

The Earl of Vampires rises with the kiln in his sights.

He soaks his heavy body in a mist of magical power.

The body that was twitching, unable to overcome its weight, stands with both legs firmly supported.

The magic in the mist is drawn to his body.

His scaffolding body gradually turns into a firm muscle.

- Dead men, your time has come!

The undead scream in response to the Earl of Vampires.

- Eat the living. And evolve!

The Vampire Earl moves his heavy body.

One step, one step.

- Become a vampire and treat me as the king who led you!

The Vampire Earl clenches his fist. The red sensation of his hand twists the magic.

The earth is ringing and the sound of the eardrums exploding.

- I, the heir to the Shinigami Judaea, will be the Vampire King! ”

The Vampire Earl swings a red glowing hand that gathers in his right hand.

The swirling magic pierces the undead in front of you.

As you cut through the wind, a massive red beam pierces the outer walls of Ronia's territory.

And · · ·. An explosion has occurred.

The wall of wood and stone piled up explodes in a spiral shape, not overcoming the shock.

The outer wall reaches 12m and collapses.

- Advance, I too will fight the battlefield!

The Vampire Earl moves his feet.

There was nothing to fear as long as there was a wave of death.

You can walk, hunt, and enjoy as much as your powerful magic supports you.

- This first step will be a path to cleansing the continent, a path to the royal highway!

- Queahhhh!

The undead scream.

I lowered my lower back and started jumping.

The undead, no matter how fast they were, rush towards the collapsed outer wall.

Now, half and 10,000 undead are headed for Lonia like swarms of worms.