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

I shouldn't have called that a fight.

If you say one way or another, it was a hunt.

Nor is it a hunt where hunters split into mountains with their lives in order to get the food to live. From the beginning it was well fed and just close to the hunting carried out by the nobles to enjoy hunting their prey.

"Ha... Ha...!

"Ho ho... why...!

"No more... no more...!

Erminio, Loretta, Edgar.

The three were just fleeing the plains of silver with nothing to block them from.

There was no way to escape, there was no prospect of a counterattack, he was just fleeing to perpetuate his life.

"Ku......!

Arm armor detached from Erminio's arm floats into the universe fluttering and plays an arrow.

"" Impulse resistance barrier (barrier) "!

Barriers pinpointed to reduce magic consumption prevent spears being thrown down by Loretta.

As the rain and arrows fell, the throwing spears fell, and the braces of temper kicked the snow, the three of them were fleeing while managing to prevent the attack. The bump would be his strength as an adventurer belonging to the country's second-largest party, albeit bent.

But it was also clear to the side that it would not last long.

Only a little more fatigue and dull movement is the end of the line.

"... yeah? Loretta, you're the only one wearing what!?

Erminio raised his voice of anger.

Loretta wore a flirty coat that covered her body perfectly. For some reason, the arrow aimed at Loretta had been bounced earlier. It would be the effect of this magic item.

"Give it to me! It's mine!

While running, Erminio tries to force himself to strip his coat off.

"I don't want to! My bush!?

It would be a short time to say that the footprint was disturbed for just a moment.

Skeleton riders didn't miss that gap. A throwing spear with the momentum of a sudden descent pierced Loretta's back and was piercing her as she ripped out her arrow-saver jacket. Loretta hits harder and falls under a steep descending rider rising again in a trajectory like a square graph.

Erminio immediately fled Loretta, tongued abominably and fled without looking back.

"Ya, stop..."

Rene stepped down before Loretta spewing blood bubbles.

Grab both Loretta's legs as she gently wings them and pinch them between clever leg hook claws for size.

"Ya, stop, ah, yu, forgive, ah, ah, ah!!

And I ripped Loretta in two, lightly so that even wet paper would cut a thousand pieces.

Loretta, who screamed briefly, died as she scattered her organs and blood from her torso, torn apart.

"Mister... Huh! Fuck, fuck!

Like crows after prey, Erminio and Edgar had a collection of skeleton riders.

Loretta's fall reduces the chance of preventing an attack, and the attack concentrates.

They had already stopped their legs in a spinning state.

Looking at a herd of sieging hippogriff zombies, Edgar raises a treasure the size of a grip.

"Oh, come on."

I didn't hear 'em.

The item Edgar brought up seemed to be a projection of holy air around him to carry out a range attack. By stopping his legs and being besieged, he tried to use the situation backwards to fight back.

But what does it mean to stop your legs?

Rene's exhaled brace thrust into a straight line, choosing the snow to blow, swallowing Edgar.

The jewel he tried to list rolled away with a scatter of holy chi, and later remained a man-shaped object that looked like someone who burned all over his body black.

And there's one person left at last.

Rene stepped on the snow and approached Erminio as the skeleton riders stagnated and set up bows and throwing spears.

"Oh hey......!

You know who you're trying to kill!?

Erminio raised his voice with his sword pointed in all directions and intimidated him.

It was more of a protest against unfair treatment than a threat.

If you keep your mouth shut, you could say he was handsome. His face was drawn and wet with sweat as if it was because he ran to escape, or because he was cold sweating, or if he was watered.

Rene doesn't stop. Approaching.

"I'm Erminio Droetto! It's the great Doloet family Erminio!

Oh, well, now you don't know the Droets, do you?

The Droet family is a famous family that continues beyond the founding of the Holy Kingdom of Diletta! And the contemporary lord, Father, is the Cardinal, and his influence over the Temple is immense.

Plus, yes, your position in the court is high! Substantially equal to the prime minister...... no, you don't call me prime minister here. And anyway, great! The territory is huge, too!

Erminio spins his words desperately as he wanders around.

Rene doesn't stop. Approaching.

"Wow, you know what I mean! Father is in a position to move the temple and the Holy Kingdom!

Here, wah, kill me and buy your father's wrath! It's an undead twist like you!

The Knights of the Temple (Temple Nights) and the Moon's Destruction Party (Moon Eater)! They're coming to destroy you!

When he heard the word 'doomsday party (moon eater)', Rene stopped for just a moment.

Inspired memories like scars that hurt if you touch them, not as a fear or threat.

I don't know what you thought of that, but Erminio was sensitive to Rene's reaction.

"If I die, I'll know that soon enough.

He contacted Father when he went to Wang Capital, so he quickly realized that it was your fault.

Look, you have to let me go. Don't touch a finger. Or, of course, don't touch the arrow or the spear.

Then I will never touch you again. [M] It's not a bad deal. What do you say? "

Not to be humbled even over this period, but rather to let arrogance seep in, Erminio said.

But René knew the word was a big lie. I was reading with the power of "Emotional Perception".

If I could escape safely, I would cry to my father and make him serve personnel and items for the "Princess Rose of Grief" crusade, or else I would be hungry to demand even a march.

It's another story to see if Erminio's father can hear it.

What if the killing of El Minio really moves the Holy Kingdom of Diletta and the Temple forces?

Did you know that? It didn't matter to Rene.

"Hey, don't come! Didn't you hear me!?

You know what people say!? Okay, let's say it again!

My name is Erminio Droetto. It's the Doloettes, the Doloettes' El Minio!

Rene knows.

This is the bong of the great man of the Holy Kingdom. Even the protection of the soul is decided to hang.

If so, it's a temporary pain even if you kill it. If you want to suffer as much as possible, you just have to stay alive.

But.

Rene wasn't in a position to keep such 'calm anger'.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!

The roaring Rene jumped on the erminio, striking the erminio with wings like Lariat.

"Bu!

Rene waves down her leg with hook claws to the herminio, which rolled to the ground with an undressed scream.

The over-decorated armor was surprisingly stiff and just shrugged. Rene's legs hurt to burn with a wrapped temper.

But Rene was not frightened, and devoured by Erminio's feet.

There also seemed to be a good sanctification on the legs of the armor, and now it hurt like even a burnt iron rod stuck in my mouth, but it was better than the pain when I actually got the burned iron rod stuck in my mouth.

Rene swung her neck as much as she wanted when the carnivore chewed off the meat of her prey.

For Rene now, who got Wyburn's flesh, the Erminio was too light.

Swinging, the erminio is slapped to the ground.

"Gu... gi... but..."

No more words, screaming like just spitting out clogged air in my chest. The snow was stained red.

Plus Rene slapped the erminio over and over again. Erminio's arms swam through the universe like a sleeve of laundry in the wind.

Apart from the contents being safe, the armor still doesn't peel off.

So René fished up with a bite on Erminio's leg, releasing his angry brace as it was.

A chi blown out of between the fangs licks the entire body of the erminio.

At the same time Rene forced her leg hook claw into the junction of the torso armor. The energies of holy and temperament are killing each other, and the rebellion is weakening.

Slip, slip in the hook claws one by one, and with that in mind Rene ate up Erminio's legs.

Erminio, who was hung by his feet, falls to the ground.

And Rene peeled off his torso armor, choosing meat by meat.

Now Rene ate up on the head of Erminio.

Stirred by his temper, he turned his head half rotten, and René slapped Erminio's body on the ground again.

The clasp you wear under your armor is not enough defense.

There was a shattered feeling of the abrasive in one blow, and then the neck was broken as well.

Of the beating twice or three times, at last the neck of the Erminio is chopped a thousand times and only the torso is thrown out.

Rene, who spat out the head of Erminio, sprayed a brace of exasperation as long as her breath lasted there.

Instead of snow, it was scraped to the ground by braces and cratered, and what remained of it was a frayed and crumbling skull, distracted. And only the decaying wreckage of the circlet I was wearing instead of the helmet.