Life Reversal with Item Copy

Shura's sword flashes, and the fluttering flesh flies away.

“Khh!”

A cave a short distance from the village. On the outside of the cave, a few warriors, including Shura, were blocking the entrance.

From ugly undead monsters.

Either it's an apex with bones all over it, or it's a soldier made solely of bones. There was also a bizarre article without a head.

And then.

Those with horns like deer on their heads. There were also Mahals from the same tribe, from different ethnic groups.

“What are you doing! What a surprise attack!”

“ ……. ”

They didn't even answer Shura's cry. As if nothing could be heard, he kept swinging his sword with his eyes out of focus.

Indeed, the Mahal warriors have a fierce attack. But something was different.

The power they scattered was not the power of grace that the Mahal were born with, but the power of damp and dull energy.

I could still see Shra as a child.

I knew something was going wrong.

‘This smell... …. ’

Instinctively objectionable sensation. He knew this feeling.

When I was a kid, a week ago.

The villagers welcomed Shura back to help you. He was already a silver man in the village, so he was very interested in helping him and was proud of him.

Fouad fell out of his shoes when he said he had a guest.

He didn't care about anything. I've been busy hanging out with the kids before the adult ceremony.

“There's a lizard out there! Horns and wings! ”

“Ah, lie ~”

“There's no way there's such a big monster. ”

“Really! When did you see me lie? ”

“Yes."

“You used to go hunting alone, telling grown-ups you were going to water. ”

“That's...! ”

Shura rolling her feet as the kids go camping.

Still, she was the oldest of the village's children. Until a while ago, I was in charge of a bunch of kids.

Especially among very young children, she received the same attention as a hero.

“Really?”

“Is it real?”

“It's real. So, he just swings his tail.. ”

Children who are beginning to believe little by little that it is because of that network. As she mixed her hands and feet, she began to stretch her dance story in Shanghai.

Beyond that, I saw Fouad coming out of the tent with his guests.

Shura stops talking and looks back. Probably people from other tribes. It's a face I've never seen before.

― Please take care of the town.

― Okay, take care.

Fouad talks about these things to Jamel, the town's first blacksmith. I saw Jamel nodding his head to see if everything had been said inside.

What's going on? ’

Fouad has just gathered the returning warriors and is starting to rearrange his weapons.

In the meantime, Shura ran and asked Jamel.

“What's going on? ”

“They're from beyond the mountain, and they say that the monsters they can't handle have nested. That's why he says he's going to help. ”

Shura's ears fluttered.

“Well, then I too..... ”

“No. ”

As if he knew everything there was to say, Jamel spoke decisively.

“You were with me the first time to protect the house. You were forced to follow the Silver Man's work. ”

“Chet. Okay. ”

Shura tucks her lips and fills her throat with stones. Not this time either.

Speaking of which, the warriors are ready. Fouad and warriors passing in front of them. And guests from the tribe beyond the mountain.

At that time.

Huh?

I felt something strange.

A humid, sticky smell that makes you feel bad about where you are.

She blinks and looks at Jamel and Fouad alternately. But the two seemed to be nothing.

‘Is it because of the mood? ’

So I handed it over unobtrusively.

If there's something really weird, there's no way Jamel or Fouad would know what he's noticed. And the dozens of warriors that followed Fouad were all a few times stronger than Shura.

So I just handed it over.

But then it smelled like it.

‘Why are you coming from these guys! ’

Right now, I felt it in the grim Mahal people who were attacking themselves and the villagers.

This time it wasn't as faint as before. The smell of rotten grass that seems to twist my nose.

“Boom!”

Evil!

Shura hurriedly lowered her back. An enemy swinging sword passes through her head. There is an ominous knife with a damp, sticky energy.

“Aaaah!”

Shura who purposely shouts a big roar and slashes her sword to scatter the creeps all over the body.

Spank!

His arm with the sword fell to the ground.

She wins. She shines.

“ ……. ”

However, the other person picks up the fallen arm and starts swinging.

I wasn't even swinging with my sword out of my arm. He grabbed the sword and held it for the second time, swinging it.

No matter how mature he was, he was still a 15-year-old boy. This grotesque sight was the first time in my life, so I was forced to shrink.

Such a blade shatters towards her.

“Shura!"

Phew!

That's when Jamel came in to save her. Jamel drops the opponent's remaining arm.

I didn't stop there. I swung my sword a few times and threw his body away.

It's inevitable. These disgusting monsters we're dealing with, they couldn't be disabled if we didn't do this.

“Wook”

Even as he squirmed from the floor, Shura twisted his mouth.

“Wake up! ”

She shouted at him, covering the power of grace.

“When we fall, it's our tribe's turn! ”

“Ah…… Yes! ”

Was it the energy that Jamel gave me, or was his heart hardened again in his words?

Shura stood up again, biting her teeth.

‘What happened to the chief? What about the other guys?’

Whoever saw it was still dead, but Shura thought, bouncing off the teeth of a running angler.

Enemies that smell the same as the guests who took Fouad. And the sophistication of the time that has come.

Whoever saw this was a trap. Her eyes were filled with worrying light.

But it is.

“Ah.”

Undead monsters outside the cave, sweeping through the woods.

She bites her teeth. For now, we have to move beyond this crisis first.

* * *

It was definitely a town that had been fine a while ago.

They didn't have the same high civilizations as modern civilizations, but they had their own cultures and their own lives.

All of it was on fire.

There's only one thing that seems to be causing it.

"Undead?"

Undead monsters wandering around the town.

‘Is that when his men came for revenge? ’

I naturally remembered what happened before in Dojun's head. The five horned monsters that were harmed at the time. He must have been an undead monster.

He rushed to town.

The Mahals he knows are not the ones who will be swept away without a pulse in a sudden raid. It must have been evacuated, somewhere to fight.

“Kiaeaee!”

Towards that end, only bones were left over.

No.

Dojun raises his hand and grabs his head. The Archangel tried to push the Dojoun out, but it didn't even budge. His feet only scratch the dirt.

Tojun stretches his shadow towards him.

“Kiek?”

The appearance of a Blade Antelope that can't be helped in a shadow that suddenly covers it.

But there was no mercy. Dojun's shadow instantly swallowed his entire body.

Woo, woo, woo.

After a while, what came out of the shadows was a soldier in black armor, not the original bones of a Blade Antelope. It looks like the soldiers the Shadow Monarch made.

‘I was trying to find out calmly. ’

The power of the newly acquired Shadow Monarch. I wanted to test it more calmly, but the situation was urgent.

Dojun ran and defeated all the undead monsters as soon as he arrived. Then he covered his shadow and made him a soldier.

Steel.

The soldiers fought with undead monsters as well as Dojun.

‘It's not that different from the ones Mel Shiar used to use. ’

Checking the specs roughly with the eye. This was great for filling your head.

Running around on their own, and mobilizing Shadow Soldiers to wipe out the Undead in the village. All the undead who fell like that turned into soldiers of Dojun.

You wouldn't be surprised if someone was watching the town in aerial photographs.

Undead monster that was covering the town. One black dot blossomed from that angle.

It swallowed up the surrounding area and soon it covered the whole town with black dots.

"Is this the end of being in town? ’

A helper who absorbed all the undead in the town as soldiers.

However, his expression was not bright. I couldn't find a trace of the Mahal in the village.

You didn't get it all, did you?

"No."

Dojun shakes his head.

I couldn't have. It is not they who will be exterminated by this extent of evil. It was impossible for the child to be exterminated without such a trace of food.

At that time, I caught an undead monster that still remained in his mood.

An undead located at the entrance to the deep end of the mountain. Not one. Starting with him, the Undead had a hermit following the path.

Over there.

Dojun shines his eyes.

If the Mahals were to leave safely, it would be there. He jumped right at it.

Now there are shadow soldiers who can be called the Great Army.

* * *

A compact space where no light dots enter.

A rotten man with a crutched staff sits on the Seakerman's throne across the ancient robe.

The hand that grabbed the staff revealed only a white piece of flesh.

[Strange.]

Arc Rich Keldian. He curled his head as if he was strange.

Obviously, it was strange, because all the clans he had raised were dying out there.

It was strange that Undead would die again, but most importantly, there was no power there to massacre his clans in mass.

At least they lured everyone there who might be a threat.

Keldian stares at one corner of the workshop.

The coffin there was filled with reagent while the warriors, including Fouad, lost their minds. Work to draw out the abominable grace that melts in their blood and flesh, and to invigorate His power.

It was clear that they were the main focus. In fact, the offensive was going well, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of them dragged in.

Suddenly, the signals of the kingdoms were massively cut off.

[Hmm.]

I should check it out.

He sticks his finger in his empty eyelid. Then a blue ghost flame rumbled from his eyes.

After a few flights of the flame, I began to see it in his eyes. The situation at the entrance to the cave, which drove the Mahals into courtesy, has changed.

‘I'm holding out for a long time. ’

I don't know if I've left more warriors than I thought, or if this town has a higher power than the others, but I've been holding out for a long time anyway.

But that's it. There was nothing more reckless than a long war against an army of immortals who needed no sleep and no food.

Well, by the way, there was no problem here. Then is the village the problem?

When he sends a signal, the ministry carriage flies towards the village.

In a moment.

[Huh?]

He could see.

I saw so many shadow soldiers coming up the mountain.

‘What... is that...? ’

It's not undead, but it wasn't alive. The emergence of meaningless soldiers.

However, it was not the soldiers who caused his eyes to tremble.

A man at the forefront of soldiers.

Looking at the guy, Keldian couldn't even move. It feels like the spirit is coming to prison, just like the soul is grasping.

It was the same as when I was facing him.

― Huh?

At that time, the man frowned.

‘Danger……! ’

That's dangerous.

It felt instinctive. He signals the minister to run away.

A ministry that wants to leave immediately.

However, he was unable to escape.

Where the hell was it? Upon waking up, his ministry was tied up in a shadow and fell into the palm of his hand.

― You're the culprit.

I saw the ministry horse and talked to him.

Of course I wasn't talking to a real minister. Beyond that.

"I see you? ’

Face-to-face speaking, Keldian trembles flawlessly.

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