Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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A long time ago, Lahamma summoned a divine shaman.

Simple amusement. It's just entertainment to forget the boredom.

Lahamma asked a shaman who was no more than a slave.

See the future of Aslan while you sit on the throne.

Then the shaman rejoiced and said.

- Aslan will be saved!

Lahamma looked surprised.

At first, he thought he had made up a plausible story to match his own whims.

But it wasn't.

The shaman smiles.

- The land of the dead will be lost. The green fields will spread across Aslan!

The shaman was excited.

He trembled and vomited at King Lahamma with a joyful expression.

- The sand winds will vanish, and the murderous sunlight and cold night winds will also vanish. You will enjoy the warm sun and cool night breezes of nature.

Lahamma's eyes widen as she sat on the throne. He suddenly listened and became interested.

The shaman exaggerated, as if to tell a fairy tale to a child.

- The Land of the Dead, which no kings of all time have solved, will turn to a more blessed blue color than any other land! Yes, the chosen land!

Lahamma felt better about what the shaman said as if he was praising himself.

He was planning a conquest war.

The goal is the Holy See. I wanted to take over the country's territory.

Negotiations have already concluded with "The Three Prince."

It was highly confidential, but the shaman accidentally matched it.

Rahamma smiled.

It was a good entertainment street.

It would be okay to keep this slave by your side and have him play a clown for the rest of his life.

Lahamma twitched her chin, saying.

- Then I will be the greatest conqueror in history. Don't you think?

The shaman looks down, startled.

The shaman said.

What does that mean? ’Go.

- You will be called the worst king in history.

- Many cities will be burned by you. And a lot of people are going to die. Your salvation will bring Aslan to ruin.

Lahamma's face hardened.

The shaman laughs fearlessly at the king.

- But you did contribute to the history of Aslan. You brought an angel here. We also have children chosen by angels.

The shaman said with a dazzling expression.

The slave with the wonder of [Prophecy] gives a joyful shout.

- Thanks to you, Aslan will be saved! Along with the holy angel, the chosen princess will save Aslan. Stupid king! This is really good work. Haha!

King Lahamma rises from the throne. Then he grabs the shaman by the neck and lifts him up.

- I take it you were a mole with the Holy See.

Aslan can no longer hear the shaman's despair.

It could have been interpreted as the land of Aslan passed over to the Holy See.

Lahamma was furious and snapped the shaman's neck and killed him.

At that moment, the neck-snapped shaman mutters, hanging in a daze.

- Oh, so sacred.

Lahamma looks at the shaman, flawed.

- Wearing white armor, the helmet flashes white.

The shaman's pupils turn white.

- They crawled out of the ground.

He looks dazzled, not in pain.

- Are they dead?

- They are the Guardians, the Saviors summoned by the angels!

The sacred white armor!

- Behold, the Holy of Holies!

- He is beloved by the gods.

- A stranger invited to this world.

- He's the castle to save the world...!

Lahamma ripped a shaman's head off.

The mouth that was muttering even when I was dead suddenly stopped.

The cold sweat poured down.

It is because ordinary words of slavery have crossed the line.

He calms his mind and thinks it's madness's nonsense.

It will not be a wonder of [Prophecy], but merely a cult of the Holy See. King Lahamma thought so.

Until I saw what I see now.

Lahamma was up on the outer wall.

I took a breath and watched the scene unfolding in front of me.

The white army the shaman spoke of.

Up to 1,000 undead troops.

The White Spirits were everywhere.

Blinked

The user raises its shield and raises its spear in a well-organized formation.

The user screams with a sword and mace.

Skeleton horses are lined up among infantry troops and chariots are placed in front of them.

Bang, bang!

The ground is ringing.

The golem, the ancient guardian, raises a huge body.

The golems of the 10th century. In both hands, my eyes burn red with a large sword.

There are no errors.

Unlike squeaky dolls.

The sheep, all with one will, moved exquisitely.

In front of the fierce undead army, a boy wears the skull of a mountain goat.

I summoned a Skeleton Horse and got on it.

The shaman was right.

Its existence was alien.

Bang, bang! Bang!

You slam the weapon the undead were holding to the ground.

Open your mouth and scream.

Aslan's army hardens as the screams of the dead spread.

I sweated with a nervous face.

I can't breathe and my legs are twitching.

The boy did not speak.

You raise your index finger and point to the Aslan army.

And then, "Heave-ho. ’and all the sounds stopped.

A silent silence sows fear in the Aslan army.

The undead have raised their heads.

I took a step forward, shining my eyelight.

The advance of the Divine Legion has begun.

"...!"

Then Aslan's army regained consciousness.

“All hands, battle stations! ”

“Support, call for backup! Get back to headquarters! ”

Aslan's advance raises the beacon to its headquarters.

The commander rolls his eyes quickly.

The undead army is slowly approaching.

Everyone was walking, but the chariot and the cavalry were different.

Skeleton Horse shakes his head.

Staring at the eyelight. The pace is accelerating.

Tuk-, tutu-, tutu-, tutu-, tutu-!

Speed up.

I breathed out a ferocious breath.

The chariot skeletons wield their whips in the air, preparing spears and bows.

- Queahhhhhh!

They roar, their jaws falling off.

It was shouted as the vanguard.

“Chariot troops and cavalry! ”

“Pike, build a Pike Wall! ”

A long pole rises from Aslan's advance.

Aslan Soldiers have paired their spears up to three meters apart.

“Support the commanders, too! Slow down as much as you can! ”

The commanders cast a spell and raised the skeletons.

The skeletons rush forward screaming.

To slow down the chariot and the cavalry.

“Archers away! Siege Soldiers. Aim for the Golems! ”

Aslan's army screams.

A bow and crossbow were placed behind the Pike bottle.

The catapult prepared with the archers is fired.

Ballista launches a wedge.

- Kuoooo!

A huge boulder breaks the sacred chariot and presses the cavalry.

Ballista's wedge pierces through the cavalry.

The cavalry and chariots barely make their way out of those attacks.

I flashed my eyelight.

The skeletons summoned by the commanders were placed in front of you like obstacles.

Skeleton horses do their touring. The cavalry lowers their waist and aims at Lance.

The skeletons of the commanders were not even an obstacle.

I stomped it down.

Fragments of bone fall from the horse's hoof.

The arrows and bolts of the Aslan army fly.

You collided with the thick armor of the Holy Undead.

You bounce off the flames.

Bolts were inserted into the wheels of the chariot, and arrows were inserted into the barns of the skull horse, causing the horse to fall.

But it doesn't have a big effect.

The fallen skeletons begin to run as they roll the earth.

The number did not decrease.

With the earth shaking, chariots and cavalry are coming through the sandstorm.

They are baptized by catapults, ballistas, bows, and crossbows, and have no hesitation.

Instead of slowing down, it gets faster.

It's magnificent. It looks like a big wave!

That's how Pike's sickness felt.

Of course I did.

They are the undead.

An army that never dies beyond fear.

Monsters rushing forward scattering holy energy!

Pike bottles, two men.

The gunmen shout to the gunmen.

“Against death! ”

“Glory to Aslan -! ”

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!"

The Pike Bottles open their eyes through the hood they used to block the sandstorm.

You scream and groan.

I opened my bloodshot eyes and grabbed the spear with all my might.

They want the long palanquin to stop the cavalry.

It was the only way to live!

I realized that I would have died even if I had retreated.

With all their dying strength, they put their foot down and braced their waist.

As the chariot and the cavalry get closer, they close their eyes.

Qajik!

The 3m pole cannot pierce the undead's armor.

Rather, the window was broken.

At the same time, the chariot and cavalry collide with Pikemen.

An explosive sound echoes out.

The Pikemen of Aslan bounce back and forth.

Those in the front are crushed by hooves, and those on the left and right are crushed by hooks on the wheels of the chariot.

“Infantry, charge! ”

“Commanders, summon Von Golem! ”

“Slavery, the supply of slavery...! ”

The commanders have gathered and chanted. Slaves were dragged to them.

The commanders have captured the lives of the slaves.

The skeletons are summoned and they clump together.

A golem of up to 3m bones was formed and the chariot was stopped.

Kung-!

Von Golem has stopped 4 Skeleton Horses. The footing pushes back slightly, but it can slow down.

Thanks to you, the tram flipped over.

As the Bongolem works, Aslan's soldiers' faces become brighter.

But not for long.

A giant giant giant statue.

A 5m Cyclops golem walks in.

The sword they wielded wiped out all the soldiers who were with the Bongolem.

Stiff pieces are scattered all over the place, and people float through the air like dolls.

The commanders' faces turn pale.

The Stone Statue is rushing towards them.

“Don't, Magic Attack! ”

“What are you doing with siege weapons? Stop that!”

They've chanted attack magic.

A spark broke out and hit the magnet.

Targeting a nearby ballista.

Bang, bang!

The flames burn all over you and the giant statue flinches like a ricochet in a ballista's wedge.

But that was it.

Cyclops' eyes gleam and glow.

“D-run...! ”

The runaway commanders have been Petrified by the magic of the stone, and even the siege weapons around them harden like concrete.

“Hot! Sa, help me! ”

The petrified commander cries out.

You raise your head in burning pain, but you are trampled under the feet of a giant statue.

Dust winds erupt as you swing the giant sword in its hand.

Dozens of Aslan soldiers rise into the air.

“Wait, that can't be stopped! ”

“Break formation and disperse! ”

“Prepare the spear and chain! ”

Aslan's soldiers make their move.

I threw a chain at the steeple, but it was foolish.

Rather, the Stone Statue, holding the chain, attracted them.

Dozens of people were chained to the air, stabbed to death on the floor.

Whoo-hoo! Phew!

The mummies rush out quickly.

I dug into the center of the Aslan army.

It's sleek and flexible.

I twisted the curve as if it were dancing with an abundance of finesse.

Each time, Aslan's soldiers cut off their limbs and drenched the earth in blood.

The Aslan army was not alone.

They also brought down the dead.

When the Bone Golems stopped the cavalry and chariots, they drank and butchered the dead on board.

You have tangled with an incoming skeleton army and have a duel.

The dead persist.

If the arm is cut off, it bites with its mouth, and if the leg is cut off, it lunges to kill the target.

There was definitely a decline in numbers.

“Sue, the numbers don't diminish! ”

I did not feel diminished.

Aslan's advance has collapsed.

The soldiers are demoralized in terror.

It's too crowded. Even morale is demoralized.

I came to a situation where I was no longer in command.

The commander looked ahead.

Bang, bang, bang!

It looked about 30 gigantic Bongolems up to 3m.

You are completely covered in metal armor from head to toe.

Nevertheless, he holds a heavy shield in his left hand and a large mace in his right hand.

Such heavy infantry escorts were escorting the boy and the wagon.

The commander swallowed a dry saliva.

‘That's impenetrable. ’

How can you kill a creature beyond a solid wall?

‘I need help. Where are the sergeants? "

The commander turned his gaze.

The sergeants on the outside were not taking any action.

Their magical power and skill would have pierced the Bone Golems well enough, but they did not.

Abandon us! ’

Aslan's commander shouts.

“Magic, magic, and massive magic. Time until the headquarters led by the Empress arrives...! ”

“Dangerous!”

The commander looked up at the sky with someone shouting.

The white arrows are falling.

An arrow with a sacred power.

The banshees of the woman shoot arrows.

“Bar, shield! ”

Soldiers lift up their wood and steel shields.

Several shields surround the commander.

The shield and arrow collide.

The wooden shield is easily pierced.

The steel shield barely defends itself against the flames.

The commander screams.

It's because people around you died as beehives with arrows flying like bullets.

“Whew, retreat...”

A small voice comes from the commander.

His voice does not resonate with the sound of the battlefield.

Aslan's soldiers plummet.

“Retreat -!"

The commander shouts for blood in his throat.

Did he want that order?

Aslan soldiers stare at the commander.

“Hooray, retreat? ”

“Run!”

“Back to where it belongs... quickly! ”

Aslan's soldiers turn their backs and flee.

Thousands of people started fleeing, abandoning their weapons.

The Holy Undead did not let them go gently.

Rather, I pursued him.

It was a warning.

Warning: Do not pursue the opponent any further by placing fear on them!

It was a symptom that would engrave it deep into the bone.

"..."

King Lahamma watched.

The Undead forces are distracted by the Aslan advance.

The chariot that the royal family rode in gradually came forward.

If we go like this, we let them go.

“The Crown Prince wasn't the problem. ”

Lahamma sweeps her face down.

Yes, the Crown Prince was not a problem.

It can only be built by itself or by their wives.

What is an army in the first place?

Strong merchants are merely props for defeating and advancing the opposing team when dealing with monsters.

As there is a gap between the strong and the powerful, the army is but a means to destroy the territory.

But what about the author in front of you?

One of them deals with not only a skilled Holy Undead, but also a giant golem.

What if he joins the army of the Holy See?

The balance of power will collapse.

Aslan will perish or be overthrown as a slave state by the Holy See.

‘It was the right answer to come here. ’

Yes, I had to deal with him first, not the Crown Prince.

He's just a boy.

If it grows further, it will definitely be more threatening than the Crown Prince, than the Celts.

- You brought an angel here.

Rahamma turns her head, recalling what the shaman had said.

Suddenly, the Hassansins bow their heads behind them.

“I'll deal with him myself. So..."

Lahamma grabs the mace on her back and picks it up.

“You must capture the remaining aristocrats. ”

The Hassansins bow their heads.

King Lahamma empowered the bridge.

I'll be quick.

We'll catch him and kill him before that army of dead men surrounds us!

His body bounces off the outer wall.

* *

Amon's skull is clearly less burdensome.

I'm tired, but it's not serious.

If you control your abilities well, you may be able to break through Aslan's army and escape.

I sighed a sigh of relief in the skull.

When I was barely conscious, my back was creeped out.

As I felt the terrible magic, I turned my head.

An explosion has erupted above the outer wall.

Something bounced back.

The Bone Golems who shared my mind responded to the 'threat’.

They got in the way.

An iron wall is formed by a large forward body and layered over the shield.

It was rugged enough to stop any cavalry on the continent.

But...

Boom!

You can't stop the Bone Golems from engaging in monstrous power and aggression.

With a loud bang, the shield breaks apart without bending.

Even the Bone Golems holding the shield are in disarray.

“What?"

I doubted the senseless power of the eye.

I looked at the man from between the iron and bone pieces.

An angled face, one with the eyes of a ferocious predator.

[Name: Rahamma Aslan.

Age: 55

Characteristics: Crush, Crush, Ambitious, Tyrannical, Stupid King, Overbearing Physical Ability, Massive Magical Power. Excellent combat skills

+ I will be the greatest king in history!]

I looked at him and twitched my eye muscles.

Lord of Aslan. Lahamma.

He was the enemy's last boss.

Lahamma flashes as the Bongolem bounces off.

He looked at me.

“I see. The shaman said.... ”

The golem you saw surrounds you.

You swing the mace and lower your shield.

Rahamma rolls her eyes in an instant.

He looks at the flying weapons from all directions and rotates his body.

Lahamma crushed the Bone Golems with the Mace he had in his hand.

Powerful magic spits out at the mace.

The energy that was contrary to sex dominated the surroundings.

I gripped my teeth with the breath of death.

“You…. ”

King Lahamma muttered as if he were reminding me of something.

"Angel." ”