After defeating the former Death King and all the zombies, he touches the undead that Chernobyl defeated.
With the power of the Apostle of the Reapers of Chernobyl, we restore our souls to heaven.
After I did so, I observed the perimeter again.
Surrounded by walls, there is a lab-like building in the back.
The former Death King stood in front of the building in vain.
Cruz crushes as he looks at the remains of the former Dead King.
"What an undead it was.... as if"
"Was he like a zombie?
"Yes, but I don't think anyone who was the king of death would be a zombie."
Cruz's question is the best.
There's no way the Dead King picks a zombie when he undead himself.
"But he was a zombie, no matter what. No appearance, no action."
"That's right."
"It smelled like a zombie, too."
"Already."
Fem and Morphy also claim to have been zombies.
I asked Chernobyl.
"Cher. A former death king..."
"The Bitter."
"Didn't you turn yourself into a powerful immortal?
"Probably, I'm full."
"Is that happening? Suppose he was the king of death, wasn't he?
"It's gone."
I think a little.
"In other words, the former Dead King was no longer the Dead King the moment he activated his technique to make himself some powerful undead."
"Probably"
"I see."
He mourned the protection of Reaper in the midst of his surgery and became a zombie when the surgery made an error.
Maybe that's what this is about.
As a reaper who will never forgive the undead, this is the best time.
If so, the will of the Reaper may be easily inferred by man as well.
"Don't do anything wrong..."
"Nor..."
Vivi and Morphy had a pitiful glance at the former Dead King.
Then we collect and burn loot from zombie bodies.
The former King of Death also cremated.
Next, check the building. It was a pretty big building.
Inside were research tools and materials like mountains.
"You were there today."
"You mean you moved here with materials and tools."
"Why did you do that?
Cruz snaps his neck.
The former Death King suddenly disappeared from the Order.
And the Apostolic Seat moved to Chernobyl.
"Maybe there was some inconvenience in the church building to make a lot of zombies."
"Hmm?
"Or the denomination was going to use it for another purpose."
If you're going to make a zombie out of a church mansion, all people have to do is kick out or zombie.
But an organization made up of people with that kind of upbringing is not easy to create.
It's harder than creating a bunch of zombied warcraft. Maybe that's why I thought it was a shame.
"Well, I don't know now."
"Hmm. Was the former Death King studying zombies here?"
"More of an undead in general than a zombie."
"You just have to burn all this research!
"What if!
Vivi and Morphy claim they should bake.
"Femme says it's important to know the enemy."
"Holy shit!
Seems like Fem and Sigishoara are in the position that they should be studied.
No, maybe Sigi just rang.
"Hmm. Mr. Al, what do you think we should do?
Cruz was worried with a serious face.
This is Cruz territory. You have to decide at Cruz's discretion.
There is also the idea that you should burn undead materials and so on.
There is also the idea that it should remain as a measure. It's a difficult problem.
I asked Chernobyl.
"You want to keep it or something in the Reapers' Church?
'I don't want to'
"Right."
"I'd be frightened if I was frightened."
The Reaper Church is not very combative.
I am well aware of Chernobyl's concerns.
"Whatever the materials are, you might want to burn the buildings and research materials."
"What shall we do with the materials? I wish I could keep it tight."
"A warehouse in the village of Murg......, I wonder if I should stay in Sigi's treasure trove"
That won't mean the bad guys will steal it.
I can refer to it if I need to study it.
"I see. Okay! I'll leave the material to Mr. Al. Let's burn the building down."
Copy that.
I threw the material into a magic bag.
"Burning buildings is left to the magic of woes!
Vivi draws a magic formation around the building.
It's a pretty big magic formation. Still, I'll get it done in no time.
"Vivi, you're faster at drawing magic formations again"
"Huh. Yes or no!
Vivi brags about her thin chest.
The magic formations activated were powerful. In an instant the building is engulfed in fire.
I'm surrounded by a junction, so the heat doesn't escape outside. It's like a high-performance furnace.
After the building burned down, Chernobyl moved in a pimp.
And touch my left knee.
"There are, knee-jerks?
"You're still as usual. But I used magic so it could hurt around night."
When you use magic, the stone of your knee grows.
"Squid. Good luck."
So Chernobyl starts to glow. They're trying to cure me.
Very, thank you.
Cruz nodded as he looked at the glowing Chernobyl.
"Maybe now that the former Death King has returned to heaven, we can curse him!
"Good luck."
As the glow increases, the pain draws away.
The knee discomfort diminishes.
After a while, Chernobyl's brilliance subsided.
"How's that?"
"Something's gotten better"
"Good -"
Chernobyl is pulling.
Cruz gently touches my left knee.
"Yeah. The unpleasant feeling of the former Demon King that I did feel all along may be gone!
"Oh! Al, isn't that a complete resurrection?
If so, I would be very happy.
"Cher. Thanks"
Thank you, Chernobyl.
"It's not a fluke." Sorry. '
"But I feel a lot better, don't I?
"Kneebump. I'm sorry, but I'm stuck."
"Hmm."
"I don't like it anymore."
"I see. That's right."
If you can cure your soul, even zombies can be resurrected.
"But you can't do it anymore."
"That's all, I'm so happy for you. Thanks, Cher."
"Yeah."
Chernobyl sifted full.