The Barbarian Became a Necromancer

044.

“Are you okay?”

“yes?”

I asked to hide my breath that had risen to the tip of my chin.

oh im going to die

I want to collapse and go to sleep right now, as the chronic fatigue and weakness add to it.

“Are you worried about your colleagues?”

Brat stopped at my question.

He nodded and crossed his arms.

“Don’t worry, I’ve drained my powers. Morgus now is an easy opponent for them.”

“There may be variables. He’s a black magician. He is also a master sorcerer. You must have a means to recover your wounds and health through the collected souls.”

“Hmm, you know more than me, right? As if you’ve been a warlock before.”

It was hot on the inside.

I checked the tattoo out of the corner of my eye, and it was still golden.

“You are playing too much.”

“hahahaha! sorry. Sometimes these off-the-cuff jokes come out subconsciously. But are you really not going to tell me? The time when the stigma was awakened.”

“The God of War doesn’t want it.”

“He is truly a god with many secrets. But I understand. Even the god of light always talks to me like riddles.”

The relationship that stemmed from the misunderstanding that they were the same stigma awakeners was deepened.

Brat alone built up inner intimacy like a tower of Babel.

It would be nice if it didn’t bother me more after this.

“Lokram-sama, are you more concerned about the other two companions than Sir Seira?”

“I will not deny it.”

“Because he is a foolish low-ranking warrior and an old knight. Even if you show them reasons not to worry, I understand why.”

The seat of proof that was previously shown at the training ground.

Bandol confronted the entire Order of the Holy Knights led by Brat.

His powerlessness shown there was shocking.

‘It was a look that perfectly complemented his own shortcomings.’

he was senile

That’s why I put a sword suitable for such a body.

“Sir Bandol’s sword is the ultimate sword.”

There is no step back, and it focuses on spilling the opponent’s power.

There was even a trick of pleasure in the stabbing that only aimed at the gaps revealed in the process.

“But that’s not the sword Lord Bandol used to wield.”

“That means… .”

“A hero split a giant for honor. Have you ever heard of such rumors?”

hear for the first time

I responded with silence.

“Sir Bandol was originally a warrior with a heavy sword. If it weren’t for my age, I would still be dealing with it.”

There must be a reason for saying this now.

The true ability of the stigmata possessed by the hero of obedience.

In connection with that, it was not difficult to guess.

“Did you give Lord Bandol the power of the stigma?”

“I told you to use it in an emergency. This is what the God of Light also wants, so what’s left is up to him to decide.”

If your life is at stake, you will have no choice but to use it.

But the risks that follow are too great.

If you use it, Bandol’s senile body can’t stand it.

‘This, it looks like one of my colleagues is about to die.’

During the conversation, physical strength recovered to some extent.

Now is the time to move again.

Brat looked at me and scratched his cheek.

“It won’t happen to us to worry about.”

“What do you mean?”

Brat shrugged his shoulders as he put on a puzzled expression.

“That’s right, Lord Bandol who used the power I gave him couldn’t help even Morgus, who was doing his best.”

***

It was a life pursued only by honor.

Did you say that the first and third values are important for a child?

Ai saw an ideal in the hero who was welcomed by countless people.

It was the moment when he had a dream that he wanted to stand in the same position as that man.

I saw it the first time, I heard it the second time.

‘You want to be famous? wherefore?’

‘what? Because of people who believe in you? hehehehe, you see the world as a flower garden. listen carefully. Little boy.’

‘Fame is not earned by words and actions. Have honor for once. After that, it will naturally follow.’

‘Don’t you know what it means to have honor? He’s a go-getter. That’s not something I can tell you. It’s something you need to know.’

The third time I personally experienced it.

The child clearly knows his dreams.

‘Thank you for your help!’

‘Thank you for protecting the village. Young prosecutor.’

Gratitude without a price given by others.

This was the honor he had come to know.

A life that was inspired by that one word and became everything.

The child was talented, and eventually became a warrior.

He fell in love with a woman who was drawn to his honorable life, and it bore fruit.

and… I lost everything.

“Are you okay?”

“Cool! Yes, Master.”

how much did you cut

Bandol looked at Theat, who was standing behind him, and then stared straight ahead.

At some point, I was caught up in the power emitted by the culprit of everything.

Various mechanical devices rise like pillars.

The darkness attached to the surface poured out the undead as if they were alive.

There was no time to figure out the cause and destroy it.

It was because the undead rushed in droves like a bee that found an intruder inside the beehive.

“Master. body, body… .”

The disciple’s voice trembled.

Bandol tapped his waist as if to answer him.

“Heul heul, when we fight, we get hurt. It’s okay if you’re safe. Keep running the fight. There might be an opening to escape.”

“yes!”

The disciple, who was still tender-hearted, swallowed the tears.

Bandol lowered his gaze slightly.

It was full of wounds everywhere.

It was quicker to find a place that was still intact due to the wounds suffered by the undead.

The scars that had previously been nothing more than scars were vomiting red blood.

‘Is this the last time?’

You know your body well.

Bandol recognized that the limit was imminent.

I didn’t expect to fall into such a rough terrain even when I arrived.

Is it fortunate that I didn’t fall apart with my disciple?

“My disciple.”

“… Yes, Master.”

“Listen carefully. There is one more power hidden in your flame that you don’t know about.”

“What do you mean? It’s a power I don’t even know… .”

As if the break was over, the undead came out again.

Bandol continued to speak while raising his cane sword.

“Did you think that the chirping of all things could only be heard by little things? No. The power to classify and accept true intentions. That’s the true power of your prowess.”

He is a teacher who always gave hints, not answers.

Theat felt uneasy about his direct speech, which was different today.

So I tried to stop talking, but I didn’t have a chance.

It was because the undead, who had come close at hand, attacked Bandol.

“Master!”

“Stay still!”

Theat held his breath at his muddy cry.

I want to help, but I can’t.

It was because of the characteristics of the fight that Bandol possessed.

He becomes strong only when there is an existence behind him to protect.

Controversy and honorable chivalry were like that.

“Do you think that the absurd stories I’ve been talking about are for nothing?”

Theat shook her head.

His eyes were dripping with blood staining the dark floor.

“It was all my little epic. You were building your strength there without even knowing it.”

I was speechless.

All I could do was rub my reddened eyes with both hands.

In the meantime, the screams subside and the metallicity disappears.

When Theat looked straight ahead again, Bandol was on one knee.

He gasped for breath, but didn’t stop talking.

“So listen carefully. Keep your eyes peeled.”

After rummaging through his arms, Bandol took out something.

It is a cross made of white wood.

Theat, feeling the enormous divine power dwelling there, trembled involuntarily.

But it didn’t take away all my nerves.

It was because someone was approaching from the darkness beyond the fallen undead.

“I, the author… !”

The culprit who sent them here.

For some reason, he was covered in blood as he staggered towards me.

My body froze at the vicious aura that I felt from afar.

It was like a mouse facing a cat.

On the other hand, Bandol was calm.

He broke the cross and accepted the divine power flowing from it.

To be precise, it was to absorb the power of the stigmata in the energy.

Awesome! Wood deok!

The bent back is straightened.

The dull gray hair was dyed a deep white.

The old armor, which felt cumbersome like wearing clothes that didn’t fit, soon became a perfect fit.

The decrepit knight broke his obedience just now.

What he gave as a price was everything he had suffered throughout his life, the struggle.

The knight who regained his body and strength in his heyday holds Theat’s sword.

Meanwhile, standing in front of him, Morgus began to greedily absorb the souls of the fallen undead.

“The power to regain youth. I hadn’t even heard of it.”

“Compared to you who recover your body with the power of reciprocity, this is a terrible power.”

Compared to his outward appearance, his tone is old-fashioned.

But Bandol didn’t care.

Focus now in front of your eyes.

It is Theat’s sword that he held after discarding his cane sword.

The two-handed sword’s heavy hand taste seemed to be felt again after 40 years.

“I want you to be my last opponent, is that okay?”

“This guy and that guy… .”

Morgus, who was speechless, stretched out his hand in an instant.

“How long are you going to scorn me!”

The power of territorial construction and the power of dark magic were deadly.

speed of space leap. The black magic of corruption in the outstretched hand.

In the fastest, worst hands, Theat tightly closed her eyes.

I dared to anticipate what would happen next, so I tried to call out Master’s name.

But that doesn’t happen.

thud! Seobik!

A light cutting sound mixed with the heavy foot clouds.

“Didn’t I tell you not to take your eyes off me?”

A gentle voice shook my mind.

The appearance of Bandol that I saw again was the same.

The only thing that has changed is how to hold the sword.

He didn’t even look back.

He just continued talking while looking at Morgus’s arm, which had been cut off by the action.

“My disciple. This is my true sword. It is also the sword you will wield in the future.”

Its will is stronger than the roots of any giant tree.

Nothing could shake his pillar of faith.

When faith and will go hand in hand, it becomes chivalry.

The warrior who only pursued honor established his own chivalry in his heart.

“This is my struggle, the honor of chivalry.”

“On the subject of lowly commoners. I don’t even know how to bend without knowing the great plan I’ve made. why! Why do you not understand the priceless sacrifice and block it like an animal!”

cried Morgus, overcome with evil.

His regenerated arm was blazing with dark magic.

A hand of darkness that binds the target.

The ability of building an area to reverse the position of a target, and so on.

Attempts to kill Vandol with all available strength.

But to no avail.

thud!

It straightens the body that has been turned around in an instant.

With one step forward, the aura built an area like a fortress.

He still couldn’t resist the darkness, but the darkness couldn’t completely penetrate him either.

“bloke… !”

A premonition of slowly approaching defeat.

Morgus spread his dark magic to the limit to get rid of the feeling that even the last escape route was blocked.

It’s just an old man who has collapsed.

It was only a power that was rejuvenated with some kind of power, and it was still steeply breaking.

Time is on your side.

“In the end, this is my victory. You will become my food, and the soul of the foolish warrior behind you will also become mine!”

“I don’t think that will happen.”

one stroke. The gale that follows.

It took one simple, dull swing to break all the power.

For a moment, Morgus felt a sense of futility at the collapse of his power he had built up over a hundred years.

Soon, a greater sense of defeat covers his head.

“It’s over.”

when did you approach it?

When did you wield it?

It is a strange swordsmanship that raises all sorts of questions.

Simple ignorance mixed with speed.

I hadn’t even heard of it.

It’s a reality though.

It was the result I was facing right now.

Morgus stared at the blade approaching in front of him.

Even though it looks small, it now looks bigger than any other mountain.

“ah.”

remembered

It wasn’t that he was insensitive to the flow of the world even while he was growing stronger.

Morgus spoke of a belated realization.

“Preliminary sword, Honolis.”

A sword of honor that cut down a giant.

It wasn’t a heavy and dull swordsmanship in the first place.

A sword that does not belong to any other sword, only for a knight called Bandol.

He said he cut down a high-level demon, but it was true… .

Awesome!

It’s not that he regretted his long-cherished wish as a monarch that couldn’t be fulfilled.

Morgus cut his head while recalling the identity of Bandol, which he realized belatedly.

It was a futile death for a being who was one of the five lords.

“Cool! Before death, everything is fleeting. I guess I was too greedy.”

Watching Morgus crumble, Bandol backed away.

The straight back is getting more and more bent.

The skin, which used to have a healthy complexion, quickly became pale.

“And I, too, was greedy.”

With a faint smile, Bandol put his sword on the floor.

When he turned around, his dark eyes were filled with teat.

“My disciple. Did you see well?”

No answer came back.

Because she bit her lower lip hard to suppress her emotions, Theat only nodded, fearing that her hair would fly.

“okay… That’s it. That’s it… .”

Bandol, who slowly nodded, knelt down on one knee.

Holding the sword straight on the floor with both hands, I bowed my head following the quick return to my original form.

It was as if he was appointing himself as a knight to Theat.

“… I make a vow.”

Suddenly, a weak voice came out of his mouth.

Theat could only listen in silence.

because i guessed

What he is saying now is the last thing he utters as a teacher.

“May my pupil not make the same mistake as me. May his honor not be mine.”

The voice, which had begun to slow down, soon disappeared as if submerged into a deep sleep.

at its end.

“I hope you came… you.”

He let out his last breath with a smile full of regret and affection.

Theat doesn’t know what he saw last.

Still, one thing I could tell was that there was something connected between him and myself, and that it was now disconnected.

“ah! Ahhh!”

However, the current Theat did not have the energy to care about that.

All she could do was hold back Bandol’s corpse and burst into tears that she had been holding back.

***

“… We are late.”

“Did you expect this to happen?”

Seeing the scene, Brat prayed.

I looked at Theat after watching him close his eyes while saying God’s will.

‘You really defeated the monarch.’

He knew that the power of the stigmata possessed by the hero of obedience was to defy time.

In return, the user’s valuables are taken, so the risk is high.

However, brat’s true value was to show off the power to overturn the game like this.

“hmm?”

I twitched my eyebrows while watching Teat sobbing.

The magical power line that was connected between Bandol and Theat disappeared.

The Hero of Succession inherited everything to the end of his life.

However, I was sure that there was no change.

‘Can’t you see the brat?’

The dark magic that flowed from his body from earlier.

That was suppressing even the explosive growth of Theat, who inherited everything.

It is so secret and silent black magic.

However, what was bigger than when he was struck by the darkness of the nightmare was not ordinary black magic.

‘what.’

As if to prove this, a kind of resonance was transmitted to my mind.

It was easy to determine the cause.

Inventory reached after tracing back to the epicenter.

I opened my inventory and stared at the culprit.

‘The Book of Tanma.’

One of the seven major artifacts that the Demon King used to deal with.

Why is it vibrating now that it was treated as a pot of sorrow because it could not absorb it?

I could easily guess why.

‘Valik saw right through. Is it because you can’t absorb it? It acts as a vibrating bell.’

It seemed that the dark magic that suppressed Theat’s growth was related to the demon lord’s fragment.