Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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A month has passed since the Red Devil abduction.

It was late at dawn, but Hummite Street was crowded.

Travelers and adventurers roam around, and the children are not out of their parents' hands until late at night.

Necromancer Besium, who has infiltrated Hummite, is deeply wrapped in robes.

According to the Black Pantheon, he travels the road to find survivors on this Earth.

Then, a child shouted.

“Santa Claus! ”

Besium shakes his head in horror.

Above the chimney of the house, there was a full-bodied figure sitting around.

Besium stares at the creature with her eyes wide open.

The Red Devil! ’

The outfit was different, but it was definitely the Red Devil.

Military horses designed to gather information, assassinate, or kidnap a magical power source.

Seeing that existence, the children cried out.

“Santa!”

“Santa Claus! ”

The guard watches over the Blue Devil, but he doesn't want to overwhelm him for any reason.

The colonists surrounded the children who were reluctant to see such a thing as Santa. However, others, seeing its existence, put their hands together and prayed.

It seemed so alien to Besium.

If the Red Devil is the object of fear, the Blue Devil appears to be the object of blessing.

I heard a rumor before I came here.

The existence of the "Blue Santa" in the ministry of "Angel" protects the streets.

It was a fairy tale of returning kidnapped children and giving financial gifts to poor neighbors.

Thanks to you, here in Hummite, the Blue Devil is perceived as a fairy of luck.

At that time, the existence of the blue Santa turned his head.

Besium meets snow.

Blue Santa tilts his head.

When I found a suspicious person, [Siman] resonated with the ‘master’.

The names and information of the Necromancers have passed through Santa's eyes.

Santa smiles. My mouth is sore.

- Found it.

"...!"

Besium hurries into the alleyway.

You run through the alleyway, cowardly running back.

There is no pursuer.

What about the blue Santa?

No matter how much I looked around.

Did they lose him?

The sighing arsenic takes out the map.

Another place where there will be survivors.

You need to meet the survivors there and hear what happened here.

Besium slams the iron gate in an unpopular alleyway.

“May you leave the Wasteland and reclaim the Blue Forest. ”

After a few moments of speaking the password, the eyehole opens to confirm.

The robed necromancer cautiously says.

“Chu, is there anyone chasing you? ”

A thirsty and trembling voice. I could guess how terrified they were.

“Don't worry. Safe.”

The door is open.

The Necromancer is frightened and gestures to get in quickly.

Besium taps his shoulder to reassure him.

“Show me. I want to hear what happened here. ”

The Necromancer nods and closes the door.

Besium goes inside.

Besium walks through the underground building under the guidance of the Necromancers.

Necromancers squat in narrow alleyways.

Dusty face, lifeless eyes. Fear faces, etc.

Commanders who gave their lives for their youth. Looks like a refugee who fled the war just by looking at it.

Opening the iron gate, Hummite's survivors and notorious Necromancers arrive at the gathering point.

The cesium stripped the robe.

A wrinkled face separates the eye contact from the necromancers.

“From the Black Cult? ”

“Ooh, what do we do now? ”

“The rescue party? Are they coming? ”

The Necromancers say Besium frowns.

Necromancers dealing with death are so weak in will... And the structure?

He came to investigate the creature that made Hummite look like this, not to save them.

“Rescue? What are you talking about? There is no such thing. I came here to get information. ”

“Information?”

“Oh, my God! So we're not getting out of this hellhole? ”

The Necromancers tremble.

What's going on?

“Come on, guys. Is there a heretic interrogator here? ”

The Necromancers shake their heads.

“Inquisitor Ethan.... Yes, they did. They were here just a week ago. But there was a monster here before. It's looking for us like it's crazy! ”

A Necromancer shrouds his head trembling.

Monster?

Could it have been Oskar from the Golden Cross?

“Do you know him? ”

“He's the Devil. ”

Necromancer's pupils flutter.

He stutters, looking at Besium.

“No, angels like demons! ”

“... What are you talking about? ”

“Just in case, I gathered all the information I could. ”

The Necromancer flew a document.

He spread it out on the table and said.

“But I know nothing of its existence. But I was able to come to a conclusion with a combination of rumors that sounded very, very difficult. ”

“Rumor? Conclusion? ”

Besium tilts its head.

The Necromancer nods. He said seriously with a cold sweat.

“Suddenly, vampires were killed in the capital city of the Holy See, and Lycans were hunted, etc. Multiple signs! ”

Besium shuts up.

The story was something I had heard before.

Thanks to this, even rumors spread that the Holy Father's Law Office had gained "new power."

But wasn't that just a rumor?

The Necromancer looks at Besium.

“So we came to a conclusion. The Vampire Slayer, the Lycan Butcher, all of this is a monster! In conclusion, it was created by the archangel, the archangel of the Divine Constitution! ”

“... What conspiracy theory is that again? ”

Besium smiles.

I thought this was a joke to calm things down, but the other party is bored with horror.

“I'm not kidding! Of course it's just a guess, but it's sure! ”

The Necromancer says it's worn out.

“And I have hard evidence! Kids chattering on the street said" Angel "helped them! ”

You're wasting your time. You've worked too hard on your commanding skills, and now you're getting senile?

Besium agreed to join them.

I burst into laughter and asked.

“Okay, let's say there's an angel. So that kind of thing is the Blue Devil? ”

“No. The Red Devil is just a name I've named to plant a terrifying image. But angels are different. The existence was summoned by the true Holy Law Office.... ”

The Necromancer stares at Besium, flawed.

A lump of sweat flows down my cheek.

“Wait, how do you know about the Blue Devil? ”

“Rumors have been going around since before I got here. We also witnessed it as soon as we got to Hummite. My eyes met, but I lost them well, so don't worry... ”

“Son of a bitch...! ”

The Necromancer screams.

I pointed at Besium, whether I lost my mind or not.

“Shit, what the hell are you doing! You shouldn't be here if you have a tail! ”

“What?"

Besium turns her head.

The other Necromancers are infected with fear, losing their minds and screaming.

What, what's wrong with these people?

The Necromancers rush through the paperwork.

“D-o, we have to run! Get ready, everyone. Horns are scattered. He's coming, he's coming! ”

The Necromancer rips his head off. I lost my hair and my eyes turned red.

“What are you talking.... ”

As Besium approaches him and touches his shoulder, the Necromancer screams in horror.

“He's coming, an angel! ”

At that moment, the building was shaken with a thunderstorm.

* *

The iron door falls out with the explosion.

The Necromancers stand in awe.

You see a black shadow in the cloudy smoke.

You hear a metal hiss in the street.

The Necromancers step back in their heavy footsteps.

A white helmet, glove plate that wraps around the body and legs. The seam is equipped with chain armor.

Wearing a white full body armor, he held a large shield in his left hand and a long musket on his right hand.

[Use novelty.]

[Temporarily advance all equipment.]

Runes were engraved on the body of a small 'angel’.

Blue power gushes from between the armor.

After that, the big blue Santa smiles and waits.

“Wife, it's an angel! ”

Seeing that, the Necromancers scream and flee fearlessly.

“Gaia.”

A helmet worn by an angel, breathing out of its mouth.

His strength permeated the Musket.

“Hiic! Mo, stop them all! ”

The Necromancers summon zombies and skeletons as runners engrave on the floor.

The undead, who risked their lives to summon, approach the angel.

Reach out to him and bite him.

Angels ignore such undead.

Skeletons and zombies melt away by the power radiating through the armor.

It was the opposite of a venomous Necromancer.

An angel aims at the Musket.

[Use Shotgun Skill.]

Then I pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Dozens of bullets were fired at the same time.

Necromancers have been hive penetrated.

The bullet hits the wall and the narrow corridor is covered with explosions.

“Ahhhh!”

The escaping Necromancers are caught in the explosion and bounce off.

Blue Santa searches the building. I made sure there were no kidnapped children, and I packed my things.

Huff, puff.

I take a step. The angel raises his prayer and gives him strength.

[Use Speaker Skill.]

You point the Musket at the Necromancers.

Every time I pull the trigger, my Holy Spirit whirls.

“Shi, God! Please, save us! ”

You crawl on the floor of a lost necromancer.

Then the angel steps on the back of the Necromancer.

“Salvation? I'll save you. ”

Musket is aimed.

“The blessing of God will lead you to hell. ”

The Necromancer looks back. My eyes widen as I saw the swirling power of the gun.

“Ah, ah... Aaaaah!”

A gunshot sounds.

Every time an angel took a step, the Necromancer was Abigail.

Angels were merciless to those who dealt with death.

Only death existed when the trigger was pulled.

An angel stands at the gate of iron.

He kicks you with his feet.

The heavy force breaks through the iron gate. And a glare appeared in the angel's helmet.

Thousands of Necromancers have gathered magic in exchange for its lifespan right before death.

Between them, Besium looks surprised and holds up his cane.

He also gathered all his magical power and looked at the existence of an angel.

“That's... An angel?”

The body is small. It's still moving heavy armor.

This is the monster that alone took over Hummite?

"Fire!"

While Besium is mesmerized and mutters, the Necromancers shout with a band of blood around their necks.

Fire magic, ice magic, curses, poison, and all other medium-grade magic have been released.

The angel holds up the heavy shield in his left hand.

Magic crashes into the angel's shield.

The user freezes in flames. The curse and poison melt the surroundings.

Ordinary humans will not be able to retain flesh before shielding them.

But the angel was fine.

He stepped back by shock. But also, for a moment, I took a step forward.

The inside of the helmet gave me the creeps.

“Ah, ahhhh! ”

Besium, who I thought was a joke, was also terrified.

He unleashed all his magical power.

His holy eyes gaze quietly at them.

It's like I'm observing their magic.

“Ugh... Huff... Huff... ”

The Necromancers faint one by one.

Their magic breaks, and last but not least, Besium slumps.

He raises his head.

It was fine.

There's no scorch marks on the armor. His vital strength is protecting him.

“Ah, Judah...! ”

Besium prays to his god.

An angel breathes his power into the Musket and aims at it.

The Muskets have sparks in their holsters.

One of the magic used by the Necromancers.

“You copied the magic...? ”

The Necromancers' attack magic is a simple structure, but they see it at a glance!

The Necromancers burn as fire gushes out of the barrel.

I hear screaming.

Besium looks back. The Necromancers collapse into charcoal.

As I turned back, trembling, the angel was right in front of me.

Besium barely opens its trembling lips.

“Who are you? ”

The angel reaches out without a word.

* *

The morning sun came up.

I turned my back on the feeling.

Your body aches. You are still fatigued by the armor Bellogue gave you yesterday at dawn.

You rub your sleepy eyes and come down to the first floor of the inn.

The innkeeper smiles and gives you food.

Sitting at the table, eating simple soup and bread for breakfast.

Haman approaches and sits across from me.

“I interrogated the commander who broke in with the Red Cross yesterday. His name is…."

“Calcium?”

“... did you know? ”

Aldama. The Necromancer was able to share his vision with the servants.

You can tell by using that skill and even using [Siman].

The problem is that multiple uses can make your vision dizzy, which is the opposite effect.

I grabbed the bread and said,

“All I know is the name. ”

Haman's meal is here.

Haman also said while eating bread.

“I'm here to check on Hummite's condition. I haven't told you about your Earth yet, but if you give me a week, I'll find out where it came from. It's not that hard with the Red Cross. ”

On my request, Haman transports the Necromancer to the Imperial Palace and brings some of the Red Cross to Hummite.

I was looking for Necromancers who came here to find out more about [chaos plan], interrogating them and confirming them.

The Holy See was a sensitive time.

When Celt learned about [Chaos Plan], she immediately deployed troops to each city.

He also deployed the heavenly military on the border with the possibility of a Black Pantheon invasion in partnership with Aslan.

The battlefield will become Aslan, not the Holy See, if it turns out that it was a hoax on the part of Aslan.

“Okay. Figure it out as soon as you can. ”

I woke up from my seat.

“Where are you going?”

“I'm going to the library. ”

“The Academy? You're going a lot.Why are you going there? ”

“We're going because we have a lot of books. ”

In fact, there are many books left by Necromancers. Most of the guys who were captured had nothing to say about them.

A higher level wizard was kept in the Academy.

In particular, it was interesting that there was a book about the Commander King.

“Don't you think it would be better to consider a transfer? ”

“I've been doing Batman shit all night, and you think you're gonna be too eager? ”

“I don't know what Batman is, but let us hunt them." ”

Haman lowers his head, his hands on his chest.

“For us, we want the prince to have a normal life. ”

Haman, you're a good talker.

The guy who tried to force me out of the monastery is nothing special!

“The other princes spent time in Hummite as well. I forget about work a little bit and make friends... ”

“I'll think about it.”

I put out my tongue.

Haman goes to their site to interrogate the captured Necromancer, and I head to the Academy.

Passing through the Academy gate, you hear a familiar voice as you walk down the hallway towards the library.

“It's been a long time. Alan, I mean, is this a fake Jeron Rifan? ”

Jeron Rippang: A cover for Earl Jennard's adoption

The only people who knew about it were the Patriarch and Haman.

I turn my head and look at the other person.