I’m a Dullahan, Looking for My Head

"Okay? You can't lose your mind by slashing the undead's head off, can you? They don't screw up like that because they probably do. Because it is common for a new adventurer who drops his skeleton's neck to be caught off guard and stabbed with his opponent's weapon."

Sisty told me to check on the demon information on the way from Wang Du to the Mourning Plains. By the way, it is a day's walk from the King's Capital to the Mourning Plains, so it will be tomorrow to fight the undead.

That or if you think you dropped your neck and knocked it down, you're still alive, and you're hit with the weapon or nail job the other guy has? That's undead, that's a hell of a life force.

For a moment I almost thought of myself as a cockroach-like life force, but I stopped thinking about that side by remembering that I was now undead. Think differently instead.

"Wait. I think I might be able to use that method."

He falls in like he was deliberately attacked by a helmet and is doomed. And I was warned that the enemy had defeated me, and they would come up and ambush me.

Wouldn't that be nice? If a less intelligent goblin, etc. falls in the opponent, it's likely to be lynched, but it might work for someone with some intelligence. Especially when humans are dealing with them.

When I think of such a great way of warfare, Sisty looks up at me and says,

"Well, Duke is something similar to Skeleton, or the same undead. He's alive without a neck."

"Wait a minute. You call me a skeleton. I have a high level of intelligence, will and emotion."

Bones that move like that and armor that moves like me... let's not say this. It really seems the same to me.

Anyway, I'm sturdier, right? I have intentions and emotions, and I'm strong! I don't even have to compare it.

Sisty walks next door when she has a strong heart, looking sideways at this one and saying rude things.

"But the neck is a decoration, isn't it?

"All right, give me a cane in your hand for a second. I don't need a wand for a wizard like you. It would be such a decoration anyway."

"Hido! It's decided to hit magic this time. They're a bunch of cursory undead, aren't they? Just let it go and you'll hit it!

"You're the one who's terrible! It's all about you anyway, so I've decided to take it off this time! It's that one anyway, right? You're gonna pass lightning between skeleton's ribs or something, right? Now he's a fine bender."

I can clearly imagine such a sight. Instead, I can't imagine Sisty hitting the magic against him perfectly.

"Oh, that's not gonna happen! You're going to destroy the undead with my magic today, so watch it!

Sisty clutching the wand to my blatant provocation.

It's not cool that I haven't been able to say it because of what I've been doing, which drives this anxiety.

I hope the magic flies to the undead as intended.

It's not just me and Sisty's quest this time. There are a lot of adventurers around. I hope there aren't at least any injuries......

"Hey, by the way, you wouldn't have included me in the annihilation of the undead, would you?

…………

"Hey, say something!

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A day of walking around discussing undead demons, seeing what to do, and sometimes talking about no other love.

When we reached near the Mourning Plains, we were supposed to go to a wild boarding house and rest our bodies that day. Night is the time when demons become active, and for humans it is the time when vision becomes poor and disadvantageous.

Even if we had arrived early, we would have fought in the wild tomorrow.

And the next morning.

Adventurers and Temple Knights aligned themselves on a small hill overlooking the plain of mourning.

Unable therapist clerics, nuns, and the men at the barracks seem to be thorough in their support in the safe rear. Just because the temple is on the backup, the support for recovery is adequate.

Some of the clerics are somewhat old Gotsui, but will they fight that too?

No, it's a stupid question because it's lined up near the knight. With that in mind, I look around.

The plains of mourning in the early morning are very poorly sighted because of the constant fog.

Despite looking down from a small high hill, it's a situation where you can't even look over hundreds of meters because of the mist. This is also one of the causes of the spread of undead to the plains of mourning.

Normal undead is vulnerable to the light of day and moves poorly during times when the sun is there.

However, the light of day rarely plunges into the plains of mourning surrounded by deep mist. So even during the day, they are fine.

Besides that, this poor vision. Because of this, the ability to live half the time will make you pay back. The fact that there are a wide variety of other undead people hating the fact that the ground is soaked.

I'm undead, by the way, but I have absolutely no problem getting in the light of day. I'm not a vampire, and when it comes to Durahan, he's a fairly high ranked demon. Although it is vulnerable to water.

"Everyone listen!

Where everyone is somewhat aligned, Leah, the Holy Knight, raises a sharp voice in front.

A slightly lower but firmly passing voice sounds firmly in the ears of the adventurers and their gaze kills forward.

Leah took it without moving her piercing gaze and refrained from going back.

Is it my fault that you think Rin's position is somewhere masculine?

Leah stepped back and the Virgin stepped forward.

The gaze of knights and adventurers moves naturally to the Virgin.

Then the Virgin's mouth opens and her voice sounds in the atmosphere like she rolled the bell.

Again, it would be the Virgin's speech.

I know I need it to keep my face as a temple in order to boost my morale, but I get tired of not being an ardent believer and not a Virgin Love.

"Here, Duke. Because the Virgin is coming forward and talking, pretend you're listening."

Sisty, next door, whispered embarrassing me as I moistened the ground with my feet to make sure it was damp.

"Pretend you don't care what you say."

Sisty seems to be tired of Sisty too. I'm same-sex, and I'm not an Elial believer.

Patterns and operational summaries of the opening of the war have been heard during the course of last night.

First place a small number of avant-gardes in front and a wizard behind whom long-distance magic can be used.

The undead, who hates the living, gather straw just because there are raw energetic creatures, so the wizard magically wipes it out. It's a very easy operation for the avant-garde knights and adventurers to get in there.

It will not be necessary for the opponent to be a demon of the Undead.

About half of them are adventurers. All we have to do is each stand around cooperating.

'- Please don't ever die. Help each other fight so that no one is missing!

And so on, the Virgin moisturizes her blue eyes and hands together in front of her chest.

And knights and adventurers raise their roar for inspiration or in love with the Virgin.

Last night I was like, 'I don't like the mourning plains because they're jittery. Skeleton dragons and Leah will take you down, won't they? Mr. Duke will be your shield, won't he?' and to the habit of making noise in the carriage.

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As we descended from the hills overlooking the plains, we set foot on the plains of mourning. The chatter and clasp of armor sound, and the sound of stepping on the ground pregnant with a lot of water intertwined with it.

They used to be a big beautiful plain, but now it's like a wetland zone to clash with countries over and over again. It's pathetic where the slightly growing weeds are.

"Is the undead there yet?

Sisty walking in front of me waves her face with a wand. Each time, the blue ponytail tied at the back of the head slowed and swayed.

My current position is right behind the Wizard's unit.

"My magic will beat the undead to death."

Sisty himself would be thinking of using magic first, but I would never let him.

When you think Sisty unleashes magic in such a dense place, it's too scary to freeze your spine. It's like throwing a bomb in a place where people like that are dense.

Batterbats and knights and adventurers will fall.

It's bad for a motivated Sisty, but when the time comes, let me stop you even if you're mean. If I die here, I'll be undead... already.

Defeating the undead that slowly and sporadically strikes me while my vision and scaffolding are poor for a while.

"Discover a huge swarm of undead ahead! All units, stop!

The voice of the knight man in front stops his legs simultaneously.

"You're finally here!

At the same time, many wizards set up canes as well as Sisty, who was in front. I'm increasing my focus so that I can fire my magic at any time.

The shadow of the human form was certainly in front of the cloud-like mist. It's hard to tell if it's because of the same shade as the fog, but that's...

"It's Skeleton!