Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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It was truly a strange sight.

The Red Moon forgets fear and fear.

I just stared at him dazed. And I wondered:

What is that?

Those in red robes kneel and bow. I covered my ears with both hands.

At first, I thought I'd done something like that out of fear.

But no.

Next, what the boy did made a difference.

The moment I used a skull I didn't know where to get it, a hollow pool of holy water appeared on the parched ground.

Yeah, the odd jobs ended there.

Strange things have happened now.

A bony hand protrudes out.

The skeletons protrude from the pool of holy water and rise.

At first it was five. After a while it rose to heat. Then it's twenty, and thirty, forty, which is now immeasurably crowded.

The Red Moon takes a step back, as if denying the reality.

Even though the bare ground is made of holy water, there's a skeleton crawling out of it?

No matter how stupid and stupid he was, he could tell the difference between what was and what wasn't in this world.

And now, in front of his eyes, he comes to a nightmare that can't be real.

- Queahhhh!

It is not a skeleton with a crude and shabby bone.

Every skeleton felt a powerful presence.

The skeletons dip their hands into the pool of holy water and draw their weapons.

It's like pulling out a legendary weapon in a fairy tale.

The demons with weapons stare at the beasts with red eyes.

And, uh...

The beasts that jumped were slaughtered.

I hung myself through a spear. Two cavities were cut by the sword.

You are crushed by a mace. It explodes in chains.

The dead chuckle and smile.

For a moment, I stopped laughing.

At the same time, he glances at the Red Moon.

- Yes!

It was creepy.

Hundreds of glances stare at you in the brightly lit lake.

I sigh and chuckle as if I had found something delicious in my mouth.

And it was getting closer and closer.

Even with only Yawin's bones, their footsteps were still heavy.

Then the Red Moon regained consciousness.

He shouts to the Lycans around him.

- Get rid of them. Time for me to escape.

Some of the swarming skeletons collapse. A new skeleton was created as the bones gathered.

A larger and more powerful giant has been created.

The Lycans stagger up to 2m, raising their heads.

At 3 m, the jeweled golem looks down at you with his sword across his shoulder.

The Bone Golem reaches out and grabs Lycan's head and crushes it.

I swung my sword with my other hand and pressed it.

The ashes were covered in grass.

The Lycans were captured and killed without even fighting back.

Weapons and the Dead.

The Red Moon stares at the boy.

-Yes, you! What have you done?

“Excellent.”

A satisfied voice came from the center of the dead.

He looked at the dead and observed.

It seems to be experimenting with something. He looked at the red door and said,

“Good experimental material. Your job is done. So let's get this over with. Beast.”

He's got the Musket.

He's raising his airway.

With a large skull on his head, he shines an eyelight through the eyehole.

The power was gathering in a crude gun.

The Red Moon was confused.

What should we do? How are we supposed to survive? Do you trust your instincts?

How do I...

My head turned white. All I could think about was death.

There is no odds.

Yeah, it's the only way out.

The Red Moon slithers its legs back.

Every time he makes a move, the skeletons' eyes burn violently.

As they move, they move.

I think I'll run if I see my back like a hound in front of me.

I stopped the Red Door and looked at the boy again.

“A mace that will tear the dead to shreds with your blessing...”

That man is the problem.

Even if I turn my back and run, I won't be able to escape the magic that man is shooting at.

I was shivering from the excitement, sweating coldly.

Reason flickers. I'm starting to surrender myself to the beast's instincts.

Then, the boy frowned between the skulls.

The prayer stops, and you open your mouth.

“Beast.”

The Red Moon glances at him in horror.

“I thought you said you knew honor. Apparently, he's a warrior. He's got something in his mouth. ”

The snow inside the skull swirled like a crescent.

“You don't think he wants to run away with his back? Warrior, honor, you like to fight when you see what you're doing. Or maybe...”

He said in ridiculed tone.

“Are you running away like a scared poop dog? Well, he's already on the run, so he's got no honor or pride. ”

Red Gate's eyes widen.

Taunt. I know that.

But that one word broke the last of Red Moon's rationality.

- Yes, human. I'm not running anymore.

You can run away anyway.

I had to strike a blow at the author who laughed at me.

I will crush that scorned boy.

Only it can make the ugly things that it did right away.

The Red Moon draws on its magic.

All the magical power in one hand.

With the sound of crunching bones, one arm rises.

The leg of the beast that was treading on the ground dug a depression.

- I'll be with you even if I die.

“Good call. Don't bother me anymore. ”

The boy reinvigorated the Musket.

- Kuoooooooooooooo!

The Red Moon has stepped on the ground.

The ground explodes and his body bounces off horribly.

All magical powers have strengthened the body. You strike with all your might.

The undead stand in front of you.

The undead surround us from side to side.

Eyelight bends like a crescent, as if skeletons were sharing emotions with their owners.

The spear pierces through the Red Gate.

The chains bind his body.

A huge hand slams through the Red Door and slams you in the back with a dagger.

Your body is shredded and mopped up.

Nevertheless, the eyes of the Red Moon turned towards the boy.

The real death is coming. False life disappears. But I did my best to strike that boy once.

It was the only way to build his self-esteem that had collapsed.

Even the soul is torn apart.

Fear and fear engulf the Red Gate.

The boy's prayer is over.

Muskets are raised.

The Red Moon looks at the revolving power in the muzzle and looks at the boy.

The boy said.

“Last Musket Experiment. ”

Oh, it's late.

Eventually, he couldn't hurt the boy.

Just one more step. All I had to do was swing my hand, but I didn't have the strength to do it.

The Red Moon was already getting away from the boy by the dead.

I was slaughtered while being dragged by the dead.

And, uh...

“Farewell. Beast.”

The boy pulled the trigger.

At the same time, the spiral force in the barrel spread to all sides.

The light envelops the forest.

The explosive force shatters the skeletons, the Red Gate, and parts of the forest.

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I took off Amon's skull.

Unlike before, he did not faint or faint to some extent.

It's just...

“It fucking hurts! ”

My whole body ached.

The muscle pain is severe, and the emptiness must have been due to the exhaustion of all the power near the heart.

Ah, sage time.

I felt like this, I really hated it.

You may have to suffer from muscle pain for at least four or five days. You should at least massage it with holy water later.

“Somewhat well organized. ”

I held on to my muskets as a cane.

The surrounding dead fade away with a burst of light.

The Red Cross were faithful to my commands.

Kneel, head down, and ears blocked.

I can see their bodies trembling.

You can't imagine what happened because you felt the power so close, and it spread so far.

I tapped the shoulder of the Red Cross.

“Hey, it's okay now. ”

I'm squeezing my ears.

I forcefully slapped my hand out of my ear.

“It's okay now. ”

Then the Red Cross stood up one by one.

Then I was amazed at the ruined forest.

“What the...”

“Great magic show, huh? Oh, my God! The beasts are gone! ”

I spread my hands and pointed in the woods.

At least I wanted you to laugh at my jokes, but the masked men stood still.

There is no word in the mask with the eyes wide open.

I had a bad taste for nothing.

“By the way...”

I looked at the forest.

“It's powerful. ”

The area around 50 metres where Muskets were fired was devastated.

The so-called steel trees have collapsed, and even the skeletons, bone golems, and red gates have been shattered.

Shotgun.

I used a dwarvish Musket and applied magic.

Skills added by [Wonder] were ‘Penetration’ and ‘Explosion’.

I printed out his power and sprayed it everywhere.

Range 20 meters. Brute force simultaneous bullet baptism. Amon's skull seemed to limit him to 50 meters.

“This looks like a grenade bomb. Amazing.”

Satisfactory results

You can see whether the dead can pull out the Dwarf weapons in the item window, as well as how well they can improve the performance of the weapons.

The nature of the 'Necromancer in the Game’ was that the dead were summoned in connection with the item window.

- You.

I turned my eyes away.

The head of the Red Moon is still there.

One eye is missing, cheeks are torn, and red hair has turned to ash and is full of grass.

I frowned and approached him, raising my head.

“What, are you still alive? ”

- Who are you?

I tilted my head.

Go away, cockroaches, for sure, as much as those who call themselves great-grandchildren.

- What was that? Dead man, how did you...?

“The dead?”

- How could he possibly have that kind of power? How could you...!

I avoided Red Moon's gaze.

The Red Cross are listening to Red Moon.

“Oh, I see. What?”

The gun is pointed at the head of the red door.

I injected the power with my hands, not my breath.

My body was shaken because of my exhausted stamina.

“Nets...? ”

I pulled the trigger.

Blood splashes across your face, but soon the ash clears your face.

I turned my eyes away.

The Red Moon disappears without a trace.

I shake my head with my eyes wide open.

“Oops, sorry. I'm deaf. You know what I mean? ”

I drained the ash from the hand that held the Red Gate.

The Red Cross shakes their heads.

I smiled satisfactorily.

That's it.

Dwarves must have joined Hilda by now.

I thought of the First Prince, Luan.

Damn it, just go back.

I'll put a bullet in Luan's head as soon as I get back.

I looked at the Red Cross and said,

“Let's go back. ”

I looked into the forest and said,

“Anybody know the way? ”

The Red Cross looked at each other in the forest.

And he stared at me and said nothing.

They don't seem to know the way either.

* *

Raphael Astoria, who was chasing the Red Gate, was hardened with her back against the tree.

He lets out a cold sweat and grabs his chest.

I exhaled heavily and recalled the scene I saw.

Fear of the unknown seized him.

He saw the scene.

The prince summoned the Holy Undead.

It summoned an undead army that was nothing compared to the size of the Imperial Palace.

How did you...? ’

I didn't understand.

A contradictory force. But how can such beings exist?

Is it because of Aslan's blood? ’

Aslan in the south is a country that receives the "God of Death."

If there is Half the Prince's Blood there, can we summon the Holy Undead?

‘Nonsense. ’

No, there's never been a case like that in history.

Southern Aslan and the Pantheon Administration waged a war, and thousands of people were born and killed in between.

Among them, there were those who used either sexual and magical power, but there was no one who mixed the two characteristics into one.

He could not have been the son of Ulithia.

‘There's something I still don't know. ’

His fearful feelings twisted.

Now I feel joy.

I discovered the first magic I had never seen, or not seen in the world.

As a magical researcher, I was overwhelmed with blood.

The resurrection can be frightening, Holy Undead!

“Ha, ha, ha...”

Raphael closes his mouth with a smile.

"I knew my eyes were right! ’

Oh, I have to ask. I want to ask the prince to get down on his knees, choke him, and show him how he used magic.

And I want to raise him.

It was thrilling to give him powerful magic, and to imagine how powerful this country would be if he grew up and became part of the Holy See.

God's greatness may be exalted by it.

Many will praise God. Yes, Raphael, even the miracles they have experienced may feel them!

I want to see it all!

Raphael is excited.

I looked at the prince among the trees and trembled.

My anger, loyalty to the Holy See, and feelings as a magical researcher were conflicted and confused.

‘Let's report this. ’

Let's report this to the Holy Father. And, uh...

"And...? ’

Raphael bows.

And, uh...

If His Holiness orders us to ‘raise him,’ then we will have no choice but to accept him as a disciple.

Yeah, I had to. No, but to apprentice a bastard who tried to rob his granddaughter? This can't be happening! But abandoning that gift is like betraying the will of God!

I was distracted.

Raphael stares at him with furious and greedy eyes.

“Allen Olfalls...”

He unconsciously muttered the name of the Seven.