Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Follow the road and leave the mansion. I was stunned by the sight that spread in front of me without expressing myself.

I spent most of my life in a hospital bed.

Headaches, abdominal pain, and constant pain throughout the body rush and gradually debilitate odd diseases. The cause is unknown. There is no cure, an incurable disease that no famous doctor or wizard can cure.

Standing alone from the bed was no longer remembered to be ten years old, and in the years leading up to my death, my world had all the views I could see from my own window.

I don't know the world. Much of the knowledge comes from books I read on my bed, and it's actually been over a decade since I've been outdoors like this.

But even I can see that the place where Lord's mansion exists is unusual.

It was around the mansion on Road - a creepy forest of black and lush. The time is like night, the sky is dark and the big silver moon shines quietly.

The mansion was heavily surrounded by metal fences, and the top was lined with long pile-like objects so that it could not be climbed.

The only existent gate looks sturdy and is perfectly closed.

In front of me stiff, the load stops, hands up small. Is that the signal, the quiet footsteps approaching?

Without turning around, check sideways. I almost have a voice for what appears, but I manage to contain it.

Approaching was a wolf with three pitch-black furrows. Is it about half my size, big enough that I could ride it if I worked hard?

As the wolf approached the parting road to the left and right, he roared and stopped.

Intuition made me understand. These wolves... are corpses. No, given Lord's position, you should have thought of it that way from the beginning.

The wolf's movements were agile, sharp because he sees his fangs and nails, but his eyes are cloudy when he looks closely.

I'm a Necromancer, so it's no surprise you're moving non-human corpses.

Again... I can't get away with it. Even if we could get out of the basement, we wouldn't get away with it.

Even if you flee helplessly, you are definitely caught. I've never even walked properly in the last few years. [M] The condition of a corpse is the same, so it's unlikely that you and I can win by sneaking around.

When Lord unlocked the key from his nostrils and opened the gate, he gave a short order.

"Coming, end. Let me see your power."

Give me the power... let me see? I... have no power.

The bristles are very heavy. If I hadn't been a corpse, my arm wouldn't have gone up a long time ago.

Silent protests did not pass. I had no choice to act. Lord went out the gate, so I had no choice but to continue.

The first night in the woods was creepy with a good night's eye.

Everything is horrible: the stirring of the wind, the sounds of bugs and beasts. But Lord does not hesitate to push his way.

From the likelihood of following the wolves to the left and right, I can see the style of a king. No, I guess he's actually a king.

King of the dead who can obey the wicked undead. And I'm just one of those followers who follows behind it.

There were roughly no signs of human hands in the woods. I follow the road desperately as I flutter along the bad road at my feet. Due to depression and lush branches and leaves, my vision is poor, and I may be shipwrecked if it detaches.

The body without fatigue, the flesh without man, is only appreciated now.

But where is the road headed? What is it for?

More than a dozen minutes to follow the road, something accidentally glowed at the edge of my sight - in the shadow of the A wolf who was following the left and right of the load roares small.

Lorde snapped bored.

"Finally... show up..."

The claw moves tightly, and it's time for the black mass to show itself.

What showed up was a wolf one time bigger than the wolf Lord was able to follow. Probably the same race. The pitch-black wolf salivates and turns his shitty glowing eyes towards me and Lord.

My body was stretched. This is of course the first time I've seen a wild wolf.

Maybe not a big opponent for Lord, but not for me who has no experience of moving my body properly.

The black wolf doesn't jump right away, but as you look at this one, it's time to get in shape and circle.

However, the load does not even stand, narrowing the eyes.

"... you have a lot of numbers... can't you do this number"

With that word, I finally realized we were surrounded.

Front, back, left, right, several eyes are looking at this one. A pitch-black fur that dissolves in darkness. A supple figure that leaves no footsteps.

The herd. I forgot. Wolves are creatures that make flocks.

If my body had lived, it would have probably collapsed from nervousness. But I was already dead, so I'd check around slowly without putting a shock on my face. There are sixteen glowing eyes - that is, eight wolves. number more than double the number of wolves followed by the Lord.

But Lord had an uncomfortable look on his face somewhere, but he doesn't look frightened. The wolves are about to shrink the circle.

When Lord confirmed it, he just rang his right hand finger.

Sorcerer, that was all Horos Carmen did. Three dead wolves who were escorting Lord jumped.

I felt like I was even having a nightmare. A wolf guarding the right hits the closest wolf. One of them, who was protecting the left side, bites a raging wolf's throat and eats it up.

Open your eyes to the tragic sight.

The number was won by the opponent. But Lorde's wolf was stronger than that. There was a difference I could clearly see even if I had never even had a fight there.

First of all, it was small in size, but high enough for physical ability to be seen from the side. The opponent's movements were flexible and quick, but Lorde's moving wolf was still like a black breeze.

Secondly, there was no hesitation whatsoever in the offensive action. I even got the impression of being a precision machine from the way it jumped straight into the wolf in front of me and ate up without saving myself.

Finally, there was no blunting of any movement. Whether they were surrounded and torn apart their bodies with their nails, or bitten on their feet, or their throats, they were not even frightened.

In the end, the movement stopped after killing five bodies in a herd of wolves and three fled behind the woods.

Again, the wolves solidify around the load as if nothing had happened. But I can't feel anything like loyalty from that sight.

I was just stunned. To its strength, to its toughness.

Necromancer. It is considered one of the most evil of the many magicians present in the world.

I'm not very familiar with it, but necromancy, which manipulates and blasphemes the souls and remains of the dead, is universally contraindicated, and its existence always appears as a mad enemy in mythology, agitation, and opera.

I knew it in knowledge, but I saw its power in front of me and clearly understood why its power was abhorrent.

Too - blasphemous.

I don't have feelings for the wolves, but if I can show you this sight, anyone can break 'evil'.

And I should also say that I was revived by that presence - to become an evil being.

Can we win...... against this man who blasphemes the dead and defies the world head-on?

No, you have to win. If I don't win, I will follow the same fate as these poor wolves.

Lord whines, who was testing the wolf's carcass that the delivery took down.

"Hmm... there aren't enough Night Wolves - throw them away. Let's go."

Finally, he said, isn't the purpose of the night wolf......

But if you think about it, there's no reason to bring me in at night. He was brought with him, but he hasn't received any orders yet.

He hasn't even been ordered to stand before defending the load, and he hasn't even been told to cut open the jaws. They just told me to follow you.

It's enough to walk again. There was really no sign of people in the woods. In the first place, there may be no one going into the woods at night, but there are such big wolves out there. It won't be near town.

Even as he was walking, the beast appeared frequently. It's also a beast that obviously strikes with hostility towards people. Maybe this is what they call a warcraft.

The first wolf Lord called the Night Wolf, a monkey two times bigger than me, with something like a stick. A big, moss-colored pig in a blue flame-wrapped fox. Perhaps the Lords' wolves will easily kick through the diverse demons that would have been killed without the skill of exchange if I had encountered them alone.

Not good. This forest is more dangerous than I imagined. Now we dive through the eyes of the manipulated wolf and Lord, and beyond the fence, we cannot escape.

But as I walked about the road, I found out a few things.

That this flesh is free of fatigue as well as pain. The scaffolding was bad and the branches caught on my hands and feet several times, but I didn't feel any pain at all. I don't even feel the limits of my health.

The forest is deep, but people shouldn't be that far away. No matter how good a mage Lord is, he won't be able to create a mansion with magic. You should also need food, etc. It is more natural to assume that people are not in and out of zero either.

As I sorted out my thoughts and followed desperately not to delay, the load stopped again. Has the beast come out again?

Much louder shadows pop up along with the sound of the branches rubbing off.

It was the bear who showed up. Are you still a child, about half my height, but long claws grown on developed limbs are vicious enough.

All the beasts that have ever appeared have made a flock, but this time they look like one. Lorde's wolf would be an easy opponent.

Lorde accidentally told me to think about it.

"What the hell... End, fight"

... what?

I didn't know what they said for a moment.

You want me to fight?

Judging from my knowledge of the Necromancer, it was a well-anticipated order. Undead is a weapon to the Necromancer.

But I had unconsciously ruled out that possibility.

I'm sick. [M] I've fought beasts, of course, and I haven't even had the experience of fighting. I've never even worked out my body. I don't know how to fight.

Seeing a squirrel hanging with one hand. I can't. I can't say they're small, but they're bears. There is no way that a human being, untrained and untouched, can beat a bear with a flesh blessed from nature.

Relative bear eyes were willing to kill. There is no sign of retreat from seeing the wolves of the wet load with return blood.

I have a received bamboo, but the bear has a nail. No matter how much painless flesh you have, if you're torn apart, you won't be able to move. I can't. Absolutely not.

Lorde says with a surprised look to me, not even standing on my back.

The words of the order shake my brain.

"What's up? This is an order." Fight as hard as you can, kill that one ""

My leg kicked the ground. It was only after the bear approached me. [M]

The body moves on its own. I left all my fears and patrols behind, and at that moment I was one of those audiences that had no skill to exchange.

A hand with a wax is swung up heavily and down towards the bear. The bear suddenly attacked me, lifting his arm and taking it.

The blade eats deep into its left foot. I cut off the meat and the feeling of hitting the bone rests on my arm. The bear growls and sticks it out of his head.

A shock rushed all over my body. Hear Michiri and something in your body that can be played. A deadly sound I've never heard before. But his hands did not let go, and he felt no pain.

My head moves. Soon after I scream, I climb out and cling to the ear of a bear.

The smell of a tremendous beast penetrates the thought and gives a strong nausea to the feel of hard meat and hair transmitted to the teeth.

My teeth broke and I heard an unpleasant noise from my jaw. The bear shook his head wide and shook me away. Some of the bitten ears fall out of my mouth zero.

The nausea and the smell immediately stop bothering me.

At that moment - I was, indeed, the 'monster' from which everyone turned away.

The left hand moves instantly and the poke releases toward the right eye of the bear, who pulls a step. Shoot me in the arm with my left forefoot stretched off before I could feel my fingertips piercing the soft object.

I heard a broken bone. A broken bone protrudes from his left arm. The tip of my finger, which protruded with all my might, is also broken. However, he still feels no pain and his fingers piercing his eyeballs begin to follow Lord's orders and move on.

The bears were powerful. He was stronger than me and others. I'm a poor person who can't win when I stand upside down. [M]

But more than that, Lord's orders were powerful.

There is also pain in warcraft that strikes humans plainly. But I don't have it. My right hand forces me to pull through the half-eaten bamboo. Blood splashes and the bear growls loudly and screamingly.

Did you even break your spine, your vision flutters? However, without wishing to do so, my arm swung wide up and struck with its thick neck, as Lord had ordered.