I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 140

140. The Savior

I don’t know what it was, but I had a strong feeling that something was broken inside.

Is that why?

The reluctance I felt in dealing with souls until now has completely disappeared.

[Quaaah

[Gmmaaan!]

[aaagh!]

Is that why?

Even the pitiful screams of the souls, even the souls who suffer from being swept away by my magic.

I have no idea.

Is that why?

Against the great knight Gloria and the head of the scrap metal shop, Findenai, who struggled against the great warrior and Horua.

I was in a pretty good position.

bang! bang! bang! bang!

The souls pouring out continuously are a lethal blow that dedicates everything to each and every shot.

The Great Forest of Marias is a place steeped in history and tradition, and is a kind of giant jungle.

Of course, there were many unfortunate victims, and because of that, I had a lot of bullets of some sort in my hand.

A staggering warrior.

In a hurry, it pours out flames from its body to protect itself.

Even the spirits filled with my mana and the power of Remegeton could not cling to the flames of Horua, who was called the god of the forest.

then.

swish

turn the hand

At the end of it, beyond the Great Warrior, was a member of the Marias who were trembling.

everyone.

At the fairly diverse clan, I shot the resentful souls.

“Kyaaah!”

“Help me!”

“Daejeonsa sir!”

Clan screaming.

Surprised, Valkzaar is in a hurry, so he gathers his flame and throws himself at the clan.

“Keugh!”

Blocking the flying spirits with his body, he blew out a light breath while holding a straight posture and glaring at me.

There were many emotions in his eyes, but he didn’t put them in his mouth.

It was an act of rejection.

Indeed, if it were the old me.

It was something I would never have done.

If you close your eyes even for a moment

The face of Illuania, who had been kidnapped, came to mind.

When I opened my closed eyes, I saw the flickering of Finden Eye, who was looking up at me with a scar.

When I closed my eyes again, I felt the voice of the dark mage who was worried about me resonate despite my messed up appearance.

And every time I think of them.

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My hands are starting to get rough.

Necromancers are basically good at using offensive magic.

They manipulate spirits, and use their mana to perform various eccentricities that are impossible for ordinary wizards.

If it is the greatest weakness of such a necromancer.

It is a soul.

You have to deal with the soul, but finding the soul itself is not easy.

Even if there are those who have some talent in the spirit, they cannot see all souls.

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Most of them are deeply resentful and can only see evil spirits that can be shaped.

okay.

I am different.

For a necromancer, weakness or anything other than that doesn’t matter to me at all.

There are remegetons that can wake the dead, and there are eyes that can see them all.

The moment when the limit of being a necromancer is broken.

Reach your hands up.

The scattered souls began to condense into my palm, and they soon forcibly distorted and formed the shape of a greatsword.

The greatsword of the soul, which gradually grows in size, grows to the point where it can swallow not only Valkzaar, but also countless tribesmen behind him.

“… … !”

Even Valkzaar must have realized that it was dangerous if he couldn’t stop this, and he grabbed the spear and rushed at me with his eyes wide open.

Whiik!

And then the whistle blows.

At the sound of the whistle, numerous monsters jumped out of the bush as if they had been waiting.

Although they were loyal beasts who came to lend a helping hand to Horua, the owner of the forest.

Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!

Beasts in translucent shapes rise from the ground and bite the necks of those who rushed towards me at the same time.

As I showed it last time when I dealt with Dina, souls are not limited to humans.

The demons’ souls were also overflowing, and dealing with them wasn’t difficult if it was accompanied by pain.

Rather, the witch beasts that attacked me died, turned into souls that followed me, and rushed towards Valkzaar on the contrary.

“Big!”

He swung his spear and tried to knock it out, but he couldn’t overcome the number and bitten his shoulder and thigh.

However, the wings of flame did not stop and brought him in front of me.

The moment the long spear stretched back aimed at my heart and hurled it again.

Kwadeuk!

A huge mouth blocks the window.

it was a woman

It has a huge mouth near its chest, and both hands are shaped like beasts’ mouths, making ghastly fangs.

The true identity was told by a shaman belonging to Dante who had been severed limbs watching this scene from behind.

“D-Dina!”

Dina, the magician belonging to Dante that I killed for the first time.

Her soul was still in my possession, so I could forcibly deal with it.

Of course, even she couldn’t completely block the flame spear.

I just blocked it for a moment, and as I gazed indifferently at her soul gradually burning away, I lowered my hand holding the greatsword.

At the same time, the Great Warrior Valkzaar hurriedly spreads his wings and soars upward.

cooong!

“Turn it off!”

Valkzaar held a thin spear and blocked the greatsword of the soul that was about to strike down the entire village.

Veins swelled up all over his body, his face flushed red, and he vomited quite an agonizing moan.

“Quaaagh!”

It was truly pitiful to see the conviction that he would absolutely protect his tribe.

flow as expected.

One of the basics of the necromancer that the Dark Mage taught me.

What a necromancer deals with is the soul, so you shouldn’t judge that you have grasped everything about magic just by looking at it.

Like this.

Although it is in the shape of a great sword.

Actually, it was just a collection of souls.

The shape of the great sword gradually begins to collapse, and the souls contained within begin pouring into the great warrior on the spear.

It was like seeing a bunch of bugs.

“Keep it up!”

Letting out a grotesque scream, the warrior misses the spear and falls to the ground.

A dull thump is heard, but the spirits continue to shove into the Great Warrior at my compulsive command.

Souls who repeatedly go in and out of holes such as eyes, noses and ears.

I stood in front of Balczar, who was struggling in agony at the same speed as when I came here.

Protect your hands with mana.

Just like that, he thrust his hand right into his heart.

Poo-wook.

I don’t know if it’s because Balkzaar is muscular because he trained a lot.

It was quite an arduous task, probably because I had never penetrated a human body with reinforcements.

Precisely, I snatched something burning hot near his heart and pulled it.

Whoa!

Blood splattered, but the pouring rain washed it away naturally.

The thing that shined like the sun in my hand was none other than the guardian god Horua.

[person… … liver!]

Kwadeuk!

Horua, who was about to say something, was thrown to the floor. After that, he summoned the spirits of the beasts.

They began tearing apart the Guardian God rolling on the floor with a beastly howl.

“hahahaha! Mandible! hahahaha!”

Similarly, Valkzaar, who was also collapsed and breathing heavily. There was only fear in his eyes, and he slowly opened his trembling lips.

“Wealth, wealth, tribesmen… … among them… … sinless… … ”

Kwadeuk!

His words couldn’t go any further.

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My mana accurately smashed his head, and he died, leaving only a disgusting trail.

Being able to speak even though the heart area was pierced was quite mysterious, though.

Kwadeuk.

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My hand stretches out into the air and grabs something.

It was Valkzaar’s soul.

[ah.]

Although the appearance itself was Balkzaar, his eyes were stained with the utmost fear.

“Your death is no rest.”

He began to tremble and tried to plead with me at the loss of an escape called death.

I didn’t even want to hear that voice, so I restrained his whole body with the chain of mana extending from his palm.

The pain isn’t over yet.

“Look at them.”

When I point to the Marias, who are weeping and kneeling down to me, his eyes widen.

“Everybody will die.”

Although he was a warrior who struggled, pleading somehow for my unwavering declaration.

There was no hesitation.

I had to pay the price.

He had already slaughtered countless people in the kingdom under the name of a great warrior.

so.

‘To fight monsters, please don’t become a monster.’

me too

‘Master, stay still for a moment. i know… … !’

Likewise.

‘Deius, hold on to your convictions. Like Dante or me… … I can’t be like other warlocks.’

will kill them

[The night is dark.]

“… … !”

In an instant, my eyes trembled at the familiar but long unheard voice.

I unknowingly looked around, but of course I didn’t see anything.

[Is it the old moon today?]

Because it was a voice that came from within me.

I wanted to hear the voice again, but it didn’t ring anymore.

Did I wake her up?

A chilly sensation rises up your spine as you question yourself.

But that didn’t stop me from doing anything.

momentary hesitation.

Just like that.

A moment to awaken dulled senses.

But that’s why the loud crying that I’ve been missing rings in my ears.

gaze back.

A woman who reached the end of it and a small child wrapped in a blanket and held in her arms.

Illuania, who was holding the baby tightly, hoping that it wouldn’t touch the cold rainwater, was looking at me with a devastated look.

snap.

Step on the puddled floor.

Before I knew it, my steps were heading towards the child on the other side of the trembling tribesmen.

loud cry.

birth of life.

Illuania, who carefully held out her child to me as I approached, gave a troubled smile.

“It’s a girl.”

“… … .”

Warm warmth touches the palm and spreads throughout the body.

not my child

The child I was supposed to be responsible for.

The life that Deius Verdi entrusted to me even when he gave up his body.

“Can you name the child?”

With trembling hands, I held the child carefully.

I am not your blood relative.

Because I will be your family.

look away slowly

When I saw them still looking at me with fearful eyes, I still had feelings boiling over.

Gently run your hand over your child’s forehead.

The child who had stopped crying on a whim was looking at me.

“You saved a lot of people.”

Because I couldn’t color your birthday with blood, screams and slaughter.

Because I didn’t want to ruin my first encounter with the world.

“saver.”

(Saviour)

You have already saved many people’s lives just by being born, and you will surely become a great person in the future.

“Sebia, that is your name.”

As if he understood what I was saying, the child let out a chuckle.

The rain that had been falling gradually began to subside.