Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

On that day, a powerful herd of undead arrived in the westernmost village of the Duke of Gerald, centered on the Skeleton Champion with the Devil's Sword of Thunder.

The villagers during the winter months were slaughtered without exchanging, and a few lucky enough to escape were informed of the rush.

The herd of undead then proceeded in a southwesterly direction, wiping out all the villages in the direction of progress across multiple territories. Sounds like an undead with no concept of fatigue, its march was like a wind, after six villages had already been destroyed by the time the royal palace figured out what was going on.

The Royal Palace sees this as an emergency and asks to crusade and investigate by sending a temple cleric to what is said to be the strongest adventurer party in Siel-Teira, "Jing-yi Below Zero".

If it's a "Zero Crystals" party of three Sixth Class (Elite) and two Fifth Class (Adept), you can also fight the nightmarish enemy of being an Undead soldier around the Skeleton Champion. But as for the true meaning of the Royal Palace, I was wondering if there might be a "Princess Rose of Grievances" behind this.

Naturally occurring undead are weak. There must be someone who made it so much that the undead show up. If so, the suspicious one is "Princess Rose of Grievance", who thinks she is still hiding in the clouds.

That's why we arranged for adventurers strong enough to come back with information even when something happened. This candidate also had the recommendation of the Duke of Gerald. "Anyway, let's get the strong adventurer out of here quickly," he said.

Even as a royal palace, there was no difference, and the arrow of white feathers immediately stood in the strongest party, the "Zero Jingxiang”.

The face of the "Zero Jingxi" headed south to Siel-Teira, thinking of it as a precursor to the movement of the undead.

Around that same time.

The Duke of Gerald had gathered knights and peasants under his command from his own territory.

The knights, who received an emergency convocation yesterday about the undead that appeared in the realm, were already in Wesara today, the next day.

The city flourishes with more people at once. Whether such a festival takes place several times a year.

There are many men among the knights of the Duke. The wealthy may have an inn in Wesara, the capital of the land, but many stay in the inn. Some servants and peasants they bring are sweetened by the generosity of the inhabitants and temples to stay (the duke will pay for the lodging later).

On the front street came and went the inflexible men in silver armor and sold daily necessities and groceries to fly as well.

When the sun also rises, they assemble in the spacious courtyard of the Duke of Gerald's castle. It's a cancerous courtyard for gathering and training soldiers.

Weaponized and aligned, the peasants as well as knights entered the hall. These are the elite farmers who have been trained between farming tasks as a measure of the Duke and are somewhat exempt from labor for that.

When the Duke shows up on the balcony, the soldiers in line squeeze their faces even tighter.

who have a loyal heart. who are nervous that they will not be punished for coarse phase. who are fulfilling their obligations to the Business Rike in return for being guaranteed land. Those who are secretly in opposition...

Thoughts were individual, but that no longer mattered to the Duke.

"There is nothing else that has brought us all together today"

It was when the Duke began to speak up in good spirits.

"The Wind of Doom (Descloud): X (Cross)" Creating Corpse Soldiers (Creative Undead) ".

Composite Smelting Magic (Assembled Spelling) ……… "Corpse Soldier Collection (Bloody Red Paper):"

I heard a girl in a quiet courtyard in the wrong place.

I wondered if the sky, which was supposed to be clear, had dimmed, and a storm of red and black death rolled in.

"Ghaaaa!

"Ahhhhhhhh!

"Whoa, whoa!

Bloody storms blast like tornadoes covering the entire courtyard.

The screams are chained, and the soldiers who were in line fall down with the doozy.

The Duke looked down at it with a cool face.

"Better than this... I ask you to serve the Great One"

"Duke, what!

Only a mage whose defenses made it in time, or a knight who was also bringing a talisman to a place like this in its activated state, survived slightly. I was only there to count.

Ahead of looking up, there is a small figure walking out from behind the Duke.

That was a beautiful girl with silver hair and silver eyes. He is wearing a glorious pure white dress, but his skirt section is bright red with a rose crest. She had an evil, abusive grin that looked down on the surviving soldiers, even though she had an unusual face, and did not regard her life as life.

As she flies on the balcony railing, she loosely sets her feet together to look down at the tragedy in the courtyard.

"What, is that..."

One of the survivors shrugged.

It wasn't 'that kid' or 'she', I could only say 'that one'.

"You have a bad habitat. Finish it."

With white, small, soft hands, the girl squeaks her fingers sharply.

In the meantime the fallen and lay awake in unison.

The expression was uniformly vain, and some of them rose up with their flesh turned into dust and bones alone.

"Undead......!

Whether you had time to be surprised or not.

The survivors fell, pierced and chopped from all directions, and soon rose again as soldiers of the corpse.

The courtyard is lined with soldiers. The Knights just undead.

Rich in gools, skeletons and zombies. There is also a slight mix of fierce men of the upper species being treated.

The results of the new (...) moves (...) are excellent.

The power Rene has newly acquired by eating Miriam's soul. That's creating and manipulating the undead (precisely its efficiency).

When he eats his soul, Rene grows his abilities in the direction he desires to some extent. As far as he was concerned, he understood it to be 'like getting skill points and assigning them to a skill tree'.

The creation of the undead is nothing I could have done before, but the undead continues to devour the magic of the servant. It's like only the number of undead in your hand reduces your magic attack power and max MP. Maintaining and serving a corps sized undead no matter how much Rene is burdensome.

Therefore, he sharpened his soul to a form more suitable for the service of the undead, so that he could follow the multitude of undead efficiently. Rene's own basic specs are also rising. This would be combatable while maintaining a large number of undead.

If I were to say it at last, Rene was in excellent shape because it was just after eating all that big stuff. You should be able to show about 150% strength now.

"You've collected a lot of ingredients, Alastair."

"I'm so glad to hear your praise."

Duke Gerald to thank you correctly for the fold. But this is not exactly the Duke himself. The Duke has already been murdered by Rene, and his soul has gone to Ascension or Hell. I don't even know where I'm going, but I strongly hope it's the latter.

I really wanted to catch my soul and suffer even after he died, but he couldn't get it out because he hung up his soul protection properly. It is the extreme of hatred that has left the central figure of the King's Brotherhood to die without much suffering, but for a more important purpose.

The Duke who is here now is only magically moving the Duke's body after his soul has fallen out.

Revenant... is an undead who magically gave life to a corpse.

If you're from a beautifully dead corpse, you can create a Revenant with the same appearance and ability as you did in your lifetime. The Duke today has almost the same intelligence as he did in his lifetime.

The only difference is that from the moment he comes back as an undead, he is imprinted with absolute loyalty by René, the maker.

Breathing and pulse are normal so far, eating and eating things and sleeping at night. There's nothing strange about words and deeds. You won't notice that it's been switched.

The Duke, though now, acts as a faithful servant of René, the surgeon. Sometimes if you're a cleric or a magician, you can spot Lebnand, but those people let you stay away from the castle earlier on the Duke's orders, before realizing that the Duke was undead.

The drawback is that it does not last long, physically or brainwise, and gradually deteriorates, in that in a few days it becomes just a 'fresh zombie'. Trying to maintain it causes a lot of trouble. But in this case, a few days of respite would have been sufficient.

By the way, René now, who looks no different than he did in his lifetime, can actually be transformed into a Levnant. Exactly. In Rene's case, flesh and intelligence do not deteriorate.

Competently a lower compatible form called 'the feeling of subtracting magic enhancement from the rich form', but the Durahan and skeletal facial riches held by the neck were still what I wanted to avoid as a girl.

After that battle, Rene first carried Nightpython's constituents and Brian's body to fly to the edge of Duke's territory, where he created an elite undead force to attack the village. and sent him straight to the southwest.

There are two purposes.

The first is to yang the mighty undead to pull the elite of strong adventurers and knights away from the king's capital.

And secondly, it was to create an excuse for the Duke to gather soldiers.

Rene commanded the Levenanted Duke to gather the knights and elite peasants under his command.

And they were killed here and soon became Rene's gesture as undead.

"Alastair."

"Ha."

"I will lend you my faithful knighthood. Lead them and turn Wesara into the Dead Capital.

Kill the grown man so that the original form remains as much as possible and stack him in the square. Women are the only ones who seem powerful. I'll turn you into a soldier.

Hunt and gather girls as old as I am alive as possible.

To capture those who can use magic as much as possible alive. I can't make it rich without the contents.

If you find any weapon or object that you can use to fight, plunder it all and let the soldiers have it.

… and this shall be the wolf smoke of my counter-attack "

"Yes, Princess."

The wreckage of the man who once ruled the land finally thanked him.