The Barbarian Became a Necromancer

039.

Philiad’s life was the product of thorough education.

A life tailored to the owner’s standards.

He had only one option.

He served his master, of course.

If you don’t follow me, you die.

That’s why I followed the memory implanted by anti-force.

Philiad did only three things.

Follow the owner and bring the devil back to the present world.

With that, lead the fallen family to the path of revival.

After that, receive the owner’s favor and let the entire continent know about the family’s resurrection.

His life was just that much for him.

so it follows

I will take the first step towards my goal by sacrificing the authors who block my master’s cause.

“Cry and scream.”

Chant the prepared black magic.

With that, darkness fell over the son-in-law.

I’ve confirmed that it’s devouring intruders, so I’m ready.

Philiad decided to wait patiently.

Because it is impossible to resist one’s arcane magic unless one possesses mental strength that exceeds one’s own.

‘Desperate. and realize your weakness. The darkness that follows.’

Their levels were determined by exporting mixed species.

The man who scattered the golden divine power looked a little dangerous, but that was it.

His mental strength was only that of a stalwart warrior.

‘I am strengthened by all sorts of tortures and potions. You will never get over it.’

Philiad melted into darkness.

I listened to their despairing screams with only my hearing open among my five senses.

It was like celestial harmony to Philiad.

Soon, the sound will reach its climax and go towards silence.

That was the time to harvest souls.

I will make a quality sacrifice and dye the two remaining pillars red.

***

‘Sup, I missed it.’

It’s a slow world looking at the true eye, but reacting and dealing with it was a separate issue.

In particular, the attacker’s black magic was stealthy and swift.

That speed was slower than the power I manifested.

Still, the reason why I couldn’t react was probably because of the momentary gap where I was concerned about how to deal with it.

After all, even if you have a lot of thoughts, it’s alright.

Sometimes you need to respond simply.

With a bitter smile of regret, I looked around.

A world in the dark used by the assailant.

It’s a change in the environment, but it’s because dark magic has made it happen.

The analysis was over in an instant.

‘Is it the darkness of a nightmare?’

Magic that weakens the soul by bringing out the source of the target’s trauma and all kinds of negative emotions.

It was a type of torture magic mainly used by warlocks for the purpose of soul harvesting.

‘The reason for doing this is to secure a sacrifice for the devil’s resurrection. It’s for the sake of efficiency that it’s hidden.’

When I figured out one, I was able to know ten.

The reason why only the undead came out of the darkness and the protagonist who ministered to them did not come out is probably to figure out our level.

So, if it was an attack like this, it could be seen that he was complacent.

‘If you don’t know my true strength, it’s worth it.’

He deceived allies and enemies.

You can see the effect now.

So let’s wait.

I feel sorry for the suffering colleagues, but is there anything special?

‘Because he’ll come out when his soul is weak.’

That was the opportunity to punish the assailant.

I waited quietly

I naturally heard the voices of my colleagues in my ears.

Also, the shape of the dark magic harassing them was vaguely visible.

‘Is that the first half?’

You shouldn’t touch the target facing the darkness of the nightmare right now.

This is because external shocks can cause the ego to go deeper.

So I listened to Bandol’s sobs.

-You killed it. A dirty knight driven mad by the desire for honor. What happened after chasing fame all my life? You forgot what you were holding in your hand. is not it?

Bandol shouted at the whisper of the dark magic.

“Why is it my fault that my son died? all because of them That goddamn aristocratic guy… ! Revenge is over! I’ve done everything I had to do! My penitence ends with that!”

-Keuhehehe, is that so? Why would such a guy have a jerk who looks just like his son? Injecting your epic.

“Genga is trying to make me despair with words that I don’t even know properly! Get it out of my head! Go on, don’t show your dead son!”

son’s death.

Theat, who resembles such a son.

His own epic poetry that takes him as a disciple and instills him.

Was that the identity of the magic line that ran between Bandol and Theat?

I focused all my nerves on my hearing to listen more.

-then? Did you just reap with pity for the idiot? you? Ha ha ha ha! You’re good at what no honor comes with. I am you, Bandol. So you think you don’t know? Doing something like that to alleviate guilt?

“shut up! Shut up!”

Bandol shouted with his ears covered.

It’s not a voice you won’t hear.

– An idiot knight who tries to give everything out of self-satisfaction just because he resembles a shell. An old knight who lost everything for the sake of honor and grew old without looking good. A selfish knight who has not forgiven the dead, but is trying to repent on his own. That’s you, Bandol. why don’t you look away Will you try to forget the past again for self-defense?

“… … .”

Bandol did not answer.

However, he could feel his spirit slowly weakening.

The dark magic aiming for an opening had made him weak.

An old knight who lost everything in pursuit of honor and reaped tea.

That was Bandol’s trauma.

Then how about the tea?

I stared at him as if he was prostrate on the ground.

thud. thud.

I hit my stretched forehead on the ground.

Theat was muttering at the same time.

“sorry. sorry. Because I will try harder. So please take care of your little brother. please please… .”

This time, the dark magic clearly showed Theat’s growth process.

A life born as a child of a poor farmer.

There was nothing special about it from the day I was born.

On the other hand, her younger sister, who was born a year older, had talent.

appearance.

A natural talent that exerts great power even in a world dominated by the logic of status and power.

Theat took it for granted that her sister was loved and should be loved.

It was because the words of the adults were the truth in the life of a serf village that was smaller than a chicken coop.

That’s why Theat cared for his younger sister.

I was able to laugh while doing all the dirty work.

It is a precious existence created by a child who had nothing.

It was an irreplaceable treasure, an object of obsession created by the growing environment.

But the happiness created was destroyed in an instant.

The death of his parents due to a plague that spread through the village.

Theat, who became an orphan in an instant, suddenly became her sister’s only blood relative and head of household.

So I had to change to be more vicious.

I had to do more to survive.

Among them was a meeting that gave his life a new purpose for the first time.

A mercenary dispatched to catch the village’s harmful animals.

Acting as his assistant, he swung his sword by chance and was recognized.

‘He wields it very well. Even though he looks like he hasn’t even eaten porridge.’

If someone sees it, they will understand it as a sarcastic remark made to relieve the stress caused by the request.

However, the child who did not have the discrimination to accept it as sarcasm, had a dream of the first recognition he received.

wielding a sword.

to get more recognition for it.

From that day on, Theat bought a sword and practiced with the money he had saved up in his spare time.

Many years have passed since then.

The priests who came in to treat the plague spat out words that were tantamount to a death sentence to Theat.

‘Your brother has the plague.’

It was a heartbreaking statement.

The time had come for him to give up his sword for the sake of his younger brother’s treatment.

But a miracle came.

Is it a reward for living hard?

A paladin belonging to the priesthood recognized Theat’s efforts and reached out his hand.

‘I will support you.’

The villagers also added a hand to it.

They will also support their sister’s treatment, so feel free to pursue your dreams.

After that, it’s okay to repay the debt to us.

The child, who did not know the meaning of responsibility, was busy receiving unfamiliar favors.

Thus, Theat set foot on the academy line.

‘I need a lot of money to treat my sister. The social position to bring in a bishop-level priest is also important.’

Recalling the advice of the paladin who helped her materially and physically, Theat changed the direction of her efforts to the other side.

However, a limit was quickly reached.

As if the explosive growth of his childhood had come to an end, he felt the feelings of Beom-jae among the geniuses to his bones.

Still, the reason I couldn’t give up was probably because of my life’s goal, the treatment of my younger sister.

Theat soon graduated from the academy with a pull-up.

With the label of a low-ranking warrior.

I couldn’t go back like this, so I carried out the mercenary’s request with my talent.

In the process, he met his teacher, Bandol, and came this far.

“hmm.”

I touched my chin while watching the growth process.

Interestingly, Theat was not traumatized.

So what the black magic touched was guilt.

After hitting the wall of talent, the only thing left is infinite sorry for his younger sister.

Whether that was enough, Theat’s spirit was noticeably weakened.

I was afraid that they would stop supporting my sister.

Looking at him curled up like a child, I took my eyes off him.

‘Everyone lived a complicated life.’

this world is real

Each person has a complicated situation, and there was a narrative.

They were regarded as mere extras, and each had their own sorrow and pain.

If so, what about Seira, who is at the supporting role in the game?

She was on her knees, muttering something.

“Why can’t I grow up? Lokram and the other candidates have already gone too far. why? Even though I work hard every day, is this my limit?”

ask yourself

It has been a long time since the ripple in the continued emotions developed into a big veil.

“Because he is in this shape, he must not be able to properly help Lokram. i’m sick If you don’t grab the ankles of the candidates, you’re a formidable idiot.”

Seira was sobbing.

What covered her was a sense of guilt over her weak self.

Of course, that alone couldn’t weaken the intermediate warrior’s soul.

That’s why black magic touched other emotions.

“… why not me why! Numerous candidates graduated as warriors. This is enough to give you a reward! Why is it Aden and not me? Why is it Lokram and not me! No, no. you both suffered sorry. I shouldn’t be saying things like this… .”

It nurtures jealousy that has sprouted in the heart.

It effectively weakened even Seira’s soul.

That was the signal flare.

the darkness creeps

There I saw the assailant reappearing.

The guy also saw me.

It was only for a moment, but doubts crossed his eyes through his mask.

Why are you fine?

You must have such a question

Intentionally assimilated into black magic.

He manipulated the state of my soul as he wished.

With that, he came to the conclusion that the four souls were weakened.

“Why are you not okay?”

“Why?”

As soon as he returned the question, he started a counterattack.

Paperweight!

A tattoo that changes in an instant.

A weak electric current and electric discharge sound flowed from the body wrapped in golden light.

He tried to deal with my change right away.

Trying to hide in the dark again.

Compared to his size, there is no coward in his fighting style.

So I thought I’d give it a try.

To degrease, not me.

I couldn’t afford to see all three anyway, so there was nothing to shy away from.

‘Bite it.’

Quaang!

Degrees, which tore through the ground and darkness, was flashing with divine power and thunderbolts.

Is the reversed magical power transferred to the undead as well?

The experiment was successful.

A terrible hybrid called the divine undead was born, but what about it?

I looked at Degrease, who far exceeded his reaction speed.

In the slow world seen through Jinan, he showed his own struggles.

Degrease’s claws with divine power that can pierce such a guy’s black magic and thunderbolts that can pierce vital points.

Kwajak!

A destructive sound hitting the ear announced the end of the battle.

It was a foolishly simple victory.

“Are you alive?”

“Kreuk.”

I approached him and tapped him with my foot.

Even if your heart is torn because you are not a black magician, you are alive.

baby cockroach.

“Where is the boss you follow?”

“Oh, can you tell me… does not exist.”

“I knew you would say that.”

“… … ?”

I kicked his mask with my instep.

Then, seeing the hideous face revealed, I lowered my hand.

Awesome!

Degris understood the order and cut off his head like a prisoner’s guillotine.

The head fell off the body at the impact and rolled on the floor.

I used the Spirit Work without even paying attention to it.

“Wake up.”

If you don’t want to speak to the living, just let the dead open their mouths.

Having obtained the information I wanted, I ripped out his soul.

That’s how I checked the condition of the three in the forest where the darkness was lifted.

‘hmm?’

The dark magic of Bandol and Seira escapes from the body, but why is Theat doing that?

Why?

In addition to the black magic injected by the attacker, black magic was felt in Theat’s body.