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

"Yep!

Catherine's swinging 'Holy Water Ball' puts together a few vampires and turns them into dust.

Whether it was the attention of holy water or not. The movement was a little dull and fully effective in Catherine's attack.

But the balls you shake must be pulled back to hand. A second wave struck through the gap.

The vampires, stripped of their nails and fangs, attack to turn Catherine into one of them.

"Whatever!

A knight of arms waved the stick of holy water immersion.

Vampires trying to strike Katherine blow away with a blow that holds her under her armpit and wields it from body to body.

"It won't last long! Not yet!

"I saw a lattice door behind the statue!

When the statue shifted sideways from where it was originally located, there was a painted peeled lattice door to be hidden in its feet. A slight breeze blows in from the back.

Half-faced doors were, however, tightly closed. Robust lattice doors were locked.

"The key!?

"This guy's got to have it! You're the Marquis' cousin. Why do you keep the keys?

... whoops!

The knight of the ship's arms pointed to the man who fell with his hand while holding the stick, and shortly afterwards, he turned it into white ash by poking me where he was in danger to the vampire who had turned to him.

"Dangerous, I thought I'd die"

"... don't look at me! Hey, I asked you later! You come!"

Like boiling business for the first time in a dangerous battle, the two of us advance from among the servants who were moving the statue of God.

"Lend it to me! I'm more powerful."

"Um, if that's the case, it's that way more than me..."

"It's all right, I'll take turns over there"

When the two servants took over the weapon from the knight of the ship and Catherine, they began to wield it full.

No matter how little combat experience you have, it's only natural that you have more power than a knight or an 11-year-old girl at your disposal. The vampires fell flabby without even approaching.

"I asked for the key!

"Yes!"

Katherine, with her hands free, sticks her hand in the clothes of a man who says he is the Marquis' cousin. There was a feeling of blood and smell, but it wasn't where I felt sick about it. I felt my head burn white and paralyzed.

From the pockets of trousers dirty with blood and holy water, Catherine searches for and pulls them out.

"There it is!

"Okay!

A knight in the arm pokes his fist up, and looks down at the body as if he noticed something.

"Hey, this guy's clothes... don't they still work?

"Wow, I, I'll make it! Same thing as that!

"I'll help too!

The maids jumped out of the women who were hardened and trembling behind the chapel.

They handily stripped the man of his clothes, tied him with altar decorative strings and belts, and began to build the same weapon that Catherine had made.

They start swinging it from the edge they could.

The increased maneuver of the attack immediately pushes the front up.

Undead like falling easily with a blow of holy water in the first place. Besides, the main weapon is the 'bite'. Even an amateur could fight with the right weapon.

In the meantime, Catherine takes the keys to the Outlet Opening Task Force.

Even the maids and ladies had filled the holes for the servants who had worked hard in the battle.

"Give me this!

"Thank you.... but you had a lot of nerve."

"Excuse me, may I ask which lady?

Catherine was praised by her servants who received the keys.

They're Marquis servants, but they just don't seem to know Catherine's face.

"Please put your father's name down more than mine. If I'm the kind of person who deserves praise, it's because I grew up looking at your father's back."

Catherine didn't think there was going to be a praiseworthy day with the courage to fight, but she doesn't seem to be discreet enough as a lady to be praised here and stay high.

You should be humble.

I was able to act courageously because half of them... say thanks to Rene, the enemy. And the other half, Catherine thought, was thanks to her father for giving herself justice and decisiveness.

"I'm Catherine Margareta Keeley. I'm Oswald Michal Keeley's daughter."

"Keeley......"

"Who is Count Keeley! Oh my goodness..."

A twist of inspiration arose from the crowd to Catherine, who pinched her skirt and greeted her. It was a praise for skipping flattery and social decrees, and that was fresh and ticklish for Catherine.

Although it happens to be the opposite.

"You're not unlocking it!

"What!?

"Son of a bitch, even the keys rust!

A servant sticking a key in the lattice door keyhole punched the lattice door as he raised his blue muscle.

He's making noisy noises and trying to move the keys, but the keys don't move like they got caught up in something.

"Out of the way, young man!

"What..."

An advancing old man pushes his servant and pulls the key through the keyhole.

And he forced the tip of the wand he was poking to support his body into the keyhole.

"Bomb!"

The keyhole exploded.

The metal shaking sounded and the parts fell apart.

The lattice opens slowly with a screaming twitch.

"Oh, my God, wow! It's fine wood dust!"

"Grandpa, do that to the undead too!

"I'm sorry, but I've had enough range, and I've done it for a long time, so I'm going to do my best now."

The old man, who broke the key with the magic of the explosion, was clutching his hips in the wand.

Even if you don't have enough talent for a career, there are people who can use this much magic with some training.

Now we finally have a way out.

The statue of the god that was blocking the loophole has only allowed about half of it to move, but there is still enough room for people to get through.

"Okay, it's open! Run, run!"

"From me!" "Let my son escape first!" "Hey, here! Don't push!"

"Take it easy, take it easy! It's Junban!

The people who were waiting arrived at once.

People are pouring in little by little as they push each other and hold each other together.

I guess if it's true, those who can fight should take the lead and be safe, but there's no room for that. I just hope you're not ambushed at the exit.

"Gyah!!

The scream was heard from behind, not from the way out.

Those who were trying to escape first also look back.

My servant, who was fighting with a horn stick, was falling in the blood.

Stabbing a sword at him is... a novice undead.

Sure, my skin is blue and white, but not as dry as the vampires. Rather, the flesh is as successful as a living people's tribe.

Above all, he was decently armed, unlike the vampires in the mood to stay dressed. He wears a helmet in lightly dressed knight armor, with a sword and shield.

"Ahhhhh!" "There's another demon out there!" "Back off. Back off!" "Go quickly!" "Expand the exit more!" "Don't push!" "In order!

People panicked all at once.

We bump into each other trying to escape into a narrow exit, screaming a bunch. I don't know what the state is inside the loophole, but assuming you fall here or something, you'll end up trampled to death.

"You bastard!

A servant with "Holy Water Ball" taps into the full swing for the knight's undead.

It seemed to flow from there.

The knight's undead swept away the holy water balls with a shield and cut the stretched belt with a sword. I stepped into my ass with a blade to return the murder weapon flying in the direction of the day after tomorrow and pierced my servant's chest.

"Damn......!

Blow blood and your servant falls.

"... don't come!

The maids who were waving "Holy Water Balls" retreated as they launched the attack like a threat.

The knights' undead come closer together without fear.

Catherine's back touched something as she kept her eyes open.

He's the one waiting for the order of the loopholes.

- What am I gonna do! In a minute, we can all get away with it!

The knight's undead comes packing his distance, staring at this one without alarm with cloudy eyes.

Just buy some time. But an amateur is no match for strength. How can I buy time in this situation?

"I hate it!"

'Holy water balls' were finally thrown at the undead, who approached them without intimidation.

The undead play it gently with their shields.

I earned three seconds.

So, that's it.

- They're gonna do it...!

Catherine was ready to die, that was when.

There was a huge cracking noise overhead.

"Get down!

My voice came down.

Catherine couldn't figure it out and lay down on her face.

Fragments of fragmented stained glass poured around.

Next, one guy came down with a somewhat frigid vibe.

The knight's undead shelters his head with a shield.

The man who came down had landed to kick his shield with a pair of Mithril boots, almost at the same time, sticking his sword through a gap in armor to the neck of the undead.

And I screwed off my neck trying to determine the sword I plugged in.

He was wearing a blue, shining Orihalcon knight armor, but no arms existed that were supposed to grow from his shoulders. Instead, he had a sword with his right arm like a metal skeleton specimen.

"Knights, gentlemen. It's lamentable to ramble on a lady."

"Dear Second Knight Commander!

It was the man who once served as the Second Knight Commander in the Knights of the Royal Palace who smashed through the stained glass and jumped in.

It was Bertil Lagerbeck.

"Excuse me for being late, you're safe and above all. I tried to come and help, but I couldn't get close because it was supposed to be terrible out there."

sheltering the people in his face who still did not know what had happened, Bertil turned to the army of the undead alone and pointed his sword at him.

"To a heap of Blood Football, the Commander is a trio of Knight Gools.... Whoa, two left.

Hey, you guys. You're already dead, but if you don't want to die in vain, turn back. "

It's overwhelmingly unfavourable if you look at just the numbers.

But Bertil's tone was unquestionable in his own victory.

The undead turn to Bertil with their emotionally unreadable faces.

I'm not sure Catherine understands the words or what she's thinking, but I just found out that she's unwilling to run away.

"Running away guy, huh? Loyalty, but you guys aren't strong enough to beat me."

Bertil laughed with his nose at a rate close to sighing, putting up his sword to hide his own face.

"Practice [Silent Run], look. Most……

If you look at (...), you're talking about (...). "

ton, and Bertil stepped over to bounce, and the next moment Bertil exceeded Catherine's limit of motion vision.

Two Knight Ghouls and nearly thirty numbers of Blood Football blew away at once like breathing dust.