I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 135

135. Rebellion

momentary confrontation.

Blazing fire and the shrill noise of battle heard all around.

In an ominous yet tense situation, Valkzaar and I were only looking at each other.

He was glaring at me like he was going to spear me at any moment, but he couldn’t do it.

It was because the ancestors behind Balkzar’s shoulders and back were leaving as if they were running away.

anxious.

Ominous.

The warrior was taken aback as the power contained in his hands began to disappear as if they were disorganized.

The mighty power that I thought would be obvious started to disappear, and the great warrior was unable to move.

Now that he was flustered was an opportunity. I slowly opened my mouth and tried to talk.

Not Balkzar, but beyond.

“Red Eagle of the Great Forest.”

Toward the guardian deity who gives strength to the warriors while giving up their own lives.

“Why do you abandon your own nest and come here to suffer?”

“You bastard, who dare… … !”

[stop.]

A deep voice that seemed to echo from the sky.

It spreads heavily all over the body, and it feels different from the dignity of Sangun, who stings the skin like a lightning bolt.

It was a voice that could have come from a handsome man, but the heat inside contained the weight of years that could not be seen as human.

[You are the most virtuous person because you are in an ugly place.]

“… … !”

Horua’s evaluation of me was more generous than I thought, and Valkzaar’s eyes trembled when he heard it.

[Your actions also reached me. The kingdom’s subjects will be able to close their eyes in peace thanks to you.]

“It’s an overstatement.”

Like Sangun, Horua reacted quite favorably toward me.

He decided that if he could take Horua’s power away from the Great Warrior through persuasion, the battle would end easily.

‘That must be difficult.’

Even while they were talking like this, Balkzaar’s red wings were burning brilliantly.

It was proof that there was no retreat.

[However, don’t think that your consolation will work for me.]

“… … .”

[Your nobility is great, but foolish. I want you to embrace everyone, did you even contain the devil?]

“Belika is not a demon that can be easily defined. Because his name is the great devil of deformity.”

Even her qualities as a demon were bizarrely distorted.

Sangun had faith in me and closed his eyes to the great devil, but Horua did not.

[Do not stretch out your dirty hands to me. I don’t need your consolation.]

“… … .”

A clear refusal.

An assurance that he would not tell why Horua lends his power to the Great Warrior.

On the contrary, Valkzaar raised the corner of his mouth and corrected his posture while holding the spear, perhaps gaining confidence from this conversation.

With only one flutter, it showed overwhelming speed with the sound of strong wind.

Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!

“This… … .”

“If there is only one thing we have in common, it is.”

The tip of Valkzaar’s spear, which had stabbed menacingly, did not reach me.

Hundreds of hands grabbed his ankle as he came out.

All belonged to the people of the kingdom who were slaughtered.

“It’s probably about having the same place where we can rampage each other.”

As a great warrior, the place where he can be most active is, of course, the battlefield. He splendidly roams the battlefield, tramples on enemies, cuts their throats, and intoxicates with the scent of the battlefield.

Conversely, me too.

The battlefield where countless dead were created was the place where the greatest power could be exerted.

Although he was afraid of the sleeping saint and the great devil.

It was such a perfect stage that I didn’t even have to wake up the two people who were sleeping well.

I take out the Remegeton from my pocket.

Because it was necessary to show a clear power gap.

A black wave that began to spread from Lemegeton.

The sky shakes, and the earth begins to weep.

[Kuaaa!]

[why! why!]

[Mamaaa!]

[Help me! Please save me!]

The rumor that they slaughtered everyone, regardless of gender or age.

It was said that he considered the weight of his life so lightly, and it must mean that he would shoulder the responsibility.

pouring ghosts.

The cries and screams of the dead, the dead who vomited regrets saying they wanted to live.

“her.”

“Until this.”

“Oh, my God.”

Like clouds covering the sky, like sprouts sprouting from the earth.

Looking at the materialized dead who constantly rose up, Finden-Eye and Gloria, who were behind them, let out exclamations.

Lucia carefully knelt down, closed her eyes and put her hands together.

The great warrior who became the target of all this resentment.

He sweats and gulps. In front of the overwhelming number of dead people around him, he could see the power slowly loosening from the hand holding the spear.

“You don’t even know the weight of death.”

On the contrary.

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My hand holding the Remegeton got stronger.

Emotions are weak.

I could clearly see it now.

I was furious.

Not the kind of rage that seemed to explode like a volcano, but a rage that was as sharp and cold as the ice sheet in the middle of winter.

“I don’t like everything from one to ten. Among them, the one I don’t like the most is you.”

Souls flying towards the great warrior who killed them without hesitation.

“ugh! Aagh!”

I wield a spear and try to do anything I can. The spirits of the ancestors who were with him try to watch over the Great War, but it is not enough.

In the end, buried in his soul, he spoke to the great warrior with only one hand sticking out.

“If you put up the name of being for the people of Setima, you should have at least said one word for them.”

I wish they waged war to avenge the death of the warchief and the massacre of the people of Setima.

At least I had to say a little about them.

If that was the case, I would have shown some mercy.

“You used them as tools, too.”

It was just a justification for opening the battlefield.

I can’t even hear Balkzaar’s screams now. The warriors of other tribes who came to wage guerrilla warfare with him had already been killed by the swords of the kingdom’s knights.

It must have been a surprise attack in its own way, but in the end it was a complete failure.

I swear too much in my own strength.

It is no different from the foolish end of Yeo-po and Hang-wu that I saw on Earth.

But if there is one difference.

they are godforsaken

It must be that God did not abandon Valkzaar.

Roaring!

The fire of the guardian deity that burns the souls creates a huge pillar. The influx of souls began to retreat one by one, and I also applied mana to prevent them from suffering.

Balkzaar flying like spitting from a pillar of flame. He was already bloodied and passed out, but Horua’s wings were forcibly carrying him high into the sky.

A scene showing Horua’s firm will to save the great warrior.

I thought I could secure a perfect victory, but Balkzaar got out.

But I didn’t feel the need to join the battlefield any longer.

He probably had a pretty big trauma on me and realized that he couldn’t blindly trust the ancestors and the power of Horua.

It was a war led by one great warrior, Valkzaar.

In fact, it showed a difference in level.

The moment he shrank, it was as if the war had already ended.

* * *

“Cool! Cool!”

Thanks to Horua’s mercy, Valkzaar, who managed to escape, was being treated in his barracks.

After the treatment is over to some extent, Balkzaar pushes the woman who was wiping the blood she vomited off and raises her upper body.

Then, as if he had been waiting, Shaman Chon’s stinging rebuke fell.

“Did I not tell you that! You can’t fight him! Fighting using our tribesmen’s mobility allowed us to fight without bumping into him! I mean, I could have won!”

“… … .”

“The ancestors have left you, and Lord Horua’s power is limited! In the end, our tribe and the Great Forest will be eaten by the desert!”

Looking at Chon, who shouts that he has no future, Balcazar feels tired and headaches like parasites crawling on his head.

It was the first time.

That he, who had always been victorious, was defeated so mercilessly.

The fact that he was unable to properly swing his spear at the enemy and just ran away after being hit recklessly.

Also, he realized how heavy the weight of the act of killing he had been doing so far was.

Valkzaar was afraid of all of that, so he didn’t want to move anywhere, he just wanted to run away.

I was on the verge of completely breaking my heart. Chon sighs and brings out a map.

“Really final. The number of counterattacks is still there. If you don’t break down here… … here.”

Took.

On the map, Chon’s finger pointed to Robern, where the academy was located.

“Here lies his weakness. If you get this, you won’t even have to fight him.”

“Haven’t all those idiot nobles already failed?”

The nobles who had been silent in the corner of the tent flinched as they mentioned the neatly failed assassination of the memorial service commander and his fiancée.

After the failed assassination, the three aristocrats whose position has been further narrowed. In particular, the German Kingdom, which had a relationship of its own, abandoned the three neatly, so if the Marias failed, it would end as it was.

If you stay like this, you will eventually die.

Thinking so, noble Romerzan took a step forward and shouted.

“You still have a chance! If you catch the spirits, you can win in the end! We will definitely find out what his weakness is!”

There is still a link with an informant operating in Lovern. It was a close-knit relationship, to the point that this assassination completely ruined it and soon ended.

In response to Romerjan’s words, Schon added one more word.

“Are you going to collapse here? A warrior like you? The fight has just begun. Don’t kneel because you lost once.”

“… … .”

Valkzaar, who had kept his mouth shut, took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Still, the cold eyes of the memorial service made his whole body freeze, and it felt like it was piercing and breaking.

‘I am a warrior.’

It was a position he had no choice but to overcome, so Balkzaar nodded.

“Go and find his weakness. and tell me I will go directly with Horua-sama’s wings.”

A firm and unwavering will not to entrust it to the nobles.

With the mobility of Horua’s wings, it was an understandable decision since he could travel back and forth to Lovern in a short period of time.

Romerzan was rather curious about the intentions of Shaman Chon.

As far as he knew, there was no weakness of Deus Verdi, the memorial sage, at Robern Academy.

His fiancée, Erica Bright, is away for practice, as are the princess, Eleanor Luden Griffin, and his favorite commoner girl.

I wondered what the hell was going on in Lovern.

Chon picked one up fairly accurately.

“Now find a pregnant woman who is about 7 to 8 months old.”

“pregnant woman?”

I already feel like my head is standing on end just by listening to it.

Could Deius Verdi have a secret mistress?

Only that much came to mind in Romerzan’s head.

“That pregnant woman is the heroine’s misfortune.”

Hearing Chon’s words, Valkzaar warned him to move quickly, so Romerzan hurriedly took out the crystal ball from his bosom and started contacting his henchmen in Lovern.

But at the same time, a feeling of uneasiness crept into his chest.

‘Reverse?’

Although reverse is usually a weakness.

‘Doesn’t that mean that if you touch it, you will surely die?’

Goosebumps came up.

What on earth would happen if the memorial service that made even the great warrior tremble was truly angry?

For a moment, Romerzan felt the urge to surrender even now.

Because the intimidation of Valkzaar and Chon continued to oppress him.

Romerzan only wished as he blew mana into the crystal ball.

please.

After touching the dragon’s rebellion called a memorial service.

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