I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 164

164. Command

Natural Disaster.

Today’s Deius Verdi could be called a true natural disaster.

The only difference was that he was clearly and distinctly hitting the enemy.

Through the flames of Horua, spirits lead the way to prevent them from attacking innocent civilians.

Of course, this was just the bare minimum, and most of the ghosts were pouring down on the soldiers of the Republic who made them this way.

“The relief team members are forming formations and pushing in!”

“The opponent is a wizard! Approach it and you’re done!”

“To the shooters position! Give a signal and we’ll fire a salvo!”

Looking at the soldiers moving in perfect order, Bachtus, the director of the research center, let out a dejected laugh.

The first camp had already disappeared from the map, and Deus Verdi’s steps were heading toward the heart of the Republic.

The 2nd and 3rd camps and one brigade disappeared in just a few hours.

“Really funny.”

Bactus had no intention of doing anything. He simply shares his vision with other members of Dante.

Some of the warlike Dante’s members urged Bactus to fight, but he was unsteady.

Isn’t that really funny?

“How can humans prevent disaster?”

Shaking his head with a cluck, Vakhtus stuck out his tongue as he felt the heat of the fire seething from beyond the horizon.

“How can the power of Horua be used to such an extent?”

It is beyond amazing.

It was just amazing.

Of course, compared to the firepower of Marias Great Forest’s guardian deity, it’s not even half that, but Horua, who has already become a soul. That, too, was what humans dealt with.

– It must be because even Horua is a soul after all.

Bactus had no choice but to agree with the judgment that the heavy voice echoed in his own head.

“Right. Very right. Is it because we are the same necromancer?”

– … ….

The man called the necromancer didn’t answer. Then, rather, Bactus was curious and asked.

“How are you? Do you think you created an organization called Dante to save the world?”

– It cannot be denied that he is an enviable talent.

“Hmm? Still, you don’t say you’re losing.”

– Of course he can’t be called a necromancer.

A firm assertion.

On the contrary, even though he was watching this scene, he didn’t even seem to be worried because he didn’t even hear the slightest movement of his voice.

At those words, Bactus flinched.

“Well, in the eyes of Haralhazard, who was responsible for the massacre, it must be new blood.”

There was silence for a while.

The man did not express any emotion and changed the topic naturally.

– It would have been much more difficult to deal with a woman who was called the Dark Spirit.

“hehehehe, is she terribly lukewarm to think that she taught behind her?”

– … ….

I didn’t answer, but it was nothing short of positive. Bactus stroked his chin and regretted it.

“Because of Horua, I have a very bad relationship. I’ll take a look Keep an eye on how far Deus Verdi can go.”

The connection was cut off at the end of that, but he must still be watching this scene through the eyes of Bactus.

A whirlpool of wild souls emerges along with a fire that soars like the rising sun.

Even though it was a distant place for a long time, the vicious sword wind can be felt even here.

Deius Verdi wasn’t using souls to create a whirlpool.

The spirits were coming together to destroy the Republic as a catastrophe.

“How did you get such a talent?”

A ridiculously absurd situation. Although Heralhazard said he could kill Deus Verdi.

On the contrary, he did not say that he could reproduce this spectacle.

Even if the ingredients are the same, if the chef is different, the food with a different taste pops out.

It was a scenery that could never have been created with Heralhazard’s necromantic techniques.

Looking at the whirlpool of the dead, Bactus suddenly remembered Princess Eleanor Luden Griffin’s warning.

“Did you say it was the weight of death?”

The spire of death that the Republic has been building is falling as it is. Certainly, it could not be denied that more blood had flowed into the land of the Republic than was permitted.

“But what can I do? There is a blood-eating monster here.”

If that was the weight of death that would condemn the Republic.

“It’s still a long way off.”

hehehehe!

Baktus twisted his body, touching the ground with his cane. Although other soldiers around him were hoping for his help.

“It’s already too late.”

The spirits rushing towards Bactus suddenly attack him and explode.

It wasn’t just that.

The relief team members who were scheduled to rush into Deius Verdi felt something twitching inside the protection they were wearing.

Boom! Pop! Pop! Pop!

An explosion explodes all at once from inside the protection. The protection itself was intact, but the members inside it were charred and rolled across the floor.

“Because it is a soul.”

Bactus reappeared before I knew it and clicked his tongue.

“Yes?”

Bactus laughs at the question of Oscorp, who has lost his protection but was acting as a commander for now.

“No matter how invincible the protection is, there will be no gaps. The souls that entered that gap are replaced with magic from the inside.”

“Oh, no. Deius Verdi is still far away…….”

Indeed, he was right.

I was still far enough away to cover the huge whirlpool with a thumb.

Is it showing off this much power even there?

“What, what can I do? That this is reality.”

Looking at Bakhtus who shrugs his shoulders, Oskov is lost in thought.

In that case.

What on earth would happen if that whirlpool came closer?

That kind of fear rose up.

The radio is ringing that the snipers have been attacked. The snipers fired at the magic of the spirits at a point farther than the sniper range.

[Gonghwaguuu!]

[Hell! This place is hell!]

[President! What a hateful name!]

[What did I do wrong? aaa!]

[I am not a traitor! I am not a traitor!]

The screams of the spirits roaring through the military are resounding. Unlike the Griffin Kingdom, of course, the Clark Republic is well-prepared for black magic.

A huge shield that blocks black magic itself, or a white flame that prevents spirits from approaching.

I tried many tricks.

“Ah… ….”

To the point that all of that is useless.

The weight of death that the Republic shouldered was truly enormous.

It was difficult to handle the amount of pouring souls.

“Is this the end of the castle we built?”

Oscoff seeks an answer in a dejected voice. Laughter flows from the mouth of Bactus, who was watching him from afar.

“hehehehe! You’re trying to kill me for laughing! hehehehe!”

Bactus, laughing the loudest of the day, knocks the floor loudly with his cane while giggling.

As if responding to his laughter, even the insects hop around.

“Who? We? Are you and I helping to establish this republic?”

“That, that is.”

Isn’t it obvious?

Oskov is a soldier.

That’s one of the only three superhumans in the Republic.

In addition, isn’t Bactus one of the first-class contributors to making the Republic a technological powerhouse?

Representatively, the protection of the relief team members is his masterpiece.

But Bactus laughed as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

“This republic was founded by one person from the beginning, so what are you talking about?”

“Yes?”

“No, isn’t that a person?”

The moment Bakhtus shrugged his shoulders.

Buaaang!

A rough sound spreads.

The speed is incomparable to that of the wagons of the Griffin Kingdom. As soon as a vehicle moves forward as if fired through a mana engine installed inside, all the soldiers stop what they are doing, stand upright, and salute.

Bachtus, bent at the waist, raises only his hand, but he feels that the being inside the black window is watching him.

“hehehehe! You did.”

The only black vehicle in the Republic. It is an object that can be seen as an aggregate of Republic technology, and boasts strength that is impenetrable to any bullets or magic, and even boasts a speed several times that of an ordinary wagon.

There was definitely only one being who was dragging such a valuable item into the whirlpool.

“The Master of the Republic is here!”

The master of this land advances without hesitation toward the oncoming disaster.

* * *

It was a murderous intent that weighed down the skin.

But the important thing is, this life isn’t just focused on me.

Putry wants to live It is correct to say that I was hit by chance.

Because it was just there.

Booooong.

A white light faintly visible beyond the vortex is approaching this way.

Then a strange phenomenon began to unfold.

The whirling souls spewing out their grudges started running away, saying they were afraid of it.

I also realized right away that the emotion that tingled my skin was fear.

Shaking hands.

But I recognize that it’s not my body shaking, it’s the trembling of the Remegeton I’m holding.

I pushed back the vortex itself, and even Horua’s fire couldn’t stop it.

When it arrived in front of my eyes before I knew it.

It had a shape reminiscent of the sedans seen on Earth.

A round yet black body.

Eight wheels.

It was much bigger, but it looked just like a luxury sedan anyway.

Because of that, there was already a slight commotion in my heart.

Tak.

The door opened and a man appeared from the back seat.

A chubby belly that draws a circle like a balloon and a wide appearance.

He didn’t even lower his head, but his chin and shaved hair were piled up in several layers.

No matter how nice I try to say it, I don’t think I’ve ever run in my life.

But on the contrary.

Revolting energy that makes you feel like vomiting. Something that could not be considered human was contained in the man.

Now that I think about it, I finally got an answer.

“Ha.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The Clark Republic is a place that doesn’t often appear in games.

So there is very little information about the president. It is safe to say that there are almost no

“This is Magan, the President of the Republic. Memorial Commander Deius Verdi.”

In contrast to his outward appearance, his eyes were full of intelligence and wisdom.

However, that did not mean that it was good.

It was very bad.

Just making eye contact gives you a thrill that makes your heart corrupt.

“Amazing.”

That’s why I was more confident.

“No way, I would have thought that the President would be the greatest evil.”

Magan’s expression didn’t change at all even after my words hit the mark.

As if that was what it was.

“Are we at this point? I’ve destroyed three of the five camps and crushed one brigade. It’s like overpaying for raiding a county.”

He doesn’t seem to have any intention of negotiating at all, but he talks about negotiating.

I answered as if I was floating.

“It is only to relieve the grievance of the dead.”

However, the reaction was violent.

“You are not leading it? Is it simply a memorial service? Then, do you mind if I eat all of these?”

Chuck.

Magan raised his steamed fingers and pointed at the whirlpool. The souls run away in perfect order, saying that they are afraid to even be pointed at by his fingertips.

The whirlpool was gradually losing its shape, and even Horua’s fire couldn’t do any damage to him.

“It’ll be embarrassing if you come to my table in such a desirable state. I think I will eat it without even knowing.”

“… ….”

The dining table.

The man in front described the republic as a simple table. No, the devil.

“The guardian deity of the Great Forest of Marias, was killed by two warlocks of Dante…… And.”

It sucks.

Can the sound of saliva dripping sound so creepy?

I had the illusion that his huge mouth and teeth were biting my neck.

“The Saint of Starlight and the Deformed Great Devil. Oh, that’s cute It will be delicious.”

“… ….”

Magan’s upper body began to lean forward as if he couldn’t stand the dripping spittle.

If you relax even a little, the driver’s door of the sedan will open in a dangerous near-immediate situation.

It was a woman.

With her emerald-colored hair, she is very skinny. She brings out a long box that could hold a treasured sword and holds it out in front of her.

“Oh, yes. Have to be patient It’s not ripe yet.”

Looking at me with anticipation. Magan swallows her saliva and breaks the seal to open the ham and puts his hand inside it.

What will come out?

It was quite shocking to see such concerns spread to the point of being laughable.

It was an ‘arm’.

Thin and pure white.

A very beautiful left arm.

Margan started licking it around like a child with candy in his mouth.

It sounds so delicious.

It doesn’t seem to be very desirable.

And at the same time.

My heart was throbbing.

A kind of scream that vomited from inside violently attacked the whole body.

“Ah.”

Now, I notice.

Who is the owner of that hand?

Eyes gouged out.

My legs are rotten and cracked.

The left hand was cut off.

“Stella.”

At the name I unknowingly vomited, the corner of Magan’s mouth was torn.

“The woman God chose is also very special with her hands.”

I couldn’t even sigh because of the absurdity.

Emotions that had been cold in the fear of unknown meaning become hot in an instant.

“Yes.”

The Remegeton and Horua held in both hands fluctuate at the same time. Unknowingly, my whole body was energized and all the mana was pouring out.

As if reacting to me, the nearby specters spewed out their hatred and created a whirlpool again.

“I’ll tear you to death.”

Negotiations broke down.