The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 061

17. Popaluk Katalas (1)

I calmed down and looked at my smartphone.

Indeed, admiration was poured out at the majesty of the army led by the ‘body manners’.

[Wow, older brothers! Do you see the level of jeoltem

? Take a look at the taxidermy neck clath!]

– Level 17, it’s more humiliating

– Plasma 5 0 Crazy

– Look at the level of the skull

item

. How did you pick the headless at level 17??? Is it a bug???

[There seem to be older brothers who don’t know, so let me explain~ That staff is Kuru or Krunugia’s bone staff, and it’s a modified item that strengthens the entire necromancy by 2 guns, right? It’s a Nek graduation weapon, older brother.]

-Hyung, Kurnugiaya

-Don’t roll your tongue saying it’s Bonkul

-Isn’t Gojiwang more expensive than Bonkul?

-Yes, I’m a rapper, but isn’t it trash?

-Wow eo There is also King Goji

-Minesol Mine 73 Nekdo Repttabon cool

-That sounds like you are him

-I don’t even know what bullshit he was

.

Since they are the minions of the 17th level necromancer, they lead the lavishly armed ‘skeleton soldiers’ and ‘headless knights’.

[Uh uh— you’re not rooting? Pure white with star candy!]

BJ’s shouts turned into screams as my necromancer raised a new skeleton soldier.

[Wow! Raise it as a skeleton! I’m a real asshole!]

—Nick’s value is a big deal

— =i よ よ

ギ

三]：天

. Why is that great??

– If you make a skeleton, you can’t root = 1

– If you search for a skeleton soldier, the item evaporates

–

Wow,

it’s done.

I ended the connection with only a chat saying, ‘Please listen to me during the fence match’.

Since the painstakingly raised paladin character was resurrected as a skeleton soldier, ‘fighting fights’ would now be ridiculed in all kinds of communities.

“Hehe, this is how you play around.”

I think I can get a good night’s sleep today.

Arrows of fire blazed at the tips of her thin, white fingers. I was ready to cast the spell, but I couldn’t feel any sign of fraud in the aisle.

‘What was it?’

Soon, even the morale faded, and Ellen scattered the flaming arrows.

that buck

Coincidentally, as soon as I canceled the order, I heard footsteps.

The girl hurriedly began to memorize a spell, but soon stopped what she was doing to brighten up the stone chamber.

“…old man?”

“Oh Miss Ellen!”

The one who appeared with a torch was none other than Luke, the mortician.

The wide-brimmed hat he always wore was gone, and his white hair was exposed. The quarter stick he carried as a cane and weapon was nowhere to be seen.

As the old man passed the stairs and approached the white sand mound, the girl asked with a slight frown.

“Why only you? What about Poi?”

“The floor gave way and I fell. He will probably come soon.”

“…how?”

“Because I left traces here and there. Phoenix-kun will notice.”

Luke, carrying a torch, spoke vaguely with a shadowy grin. Ellen found that smile somewhat uneasy.

Ellen didn’t like the old man very much. Being a spell user that Phoenix had arbitrarily made as a colleague – would be a pretty big reason, but it wasn’t all.

The girl who was educated in the most traditional school of magic in Middle World hated ‘Younggeummun’ from the beginning.

They hated the pessimism that life is a series of suffering, the irresponsible claim that wealth, wealth, and poverty are due to each person’s own karma, and the chosen people’s consciousness that only they were freed from their fate.

Luke insisted that he was not a necromancer, but that also sounded funny to Ellen.

In the eyes of the girl, the ominous energy sleeping inside the old man was clearly visible. The girl thought that saying that she wasn’t a necromancer because she didn’t deal with the undead was the empty-headed priests’ bullshit.

“Phoenix-kun and I were very worried. What were you thinking when you came down the sewer alone?”

“That is my case.”

“Ugh. Doesn’t seem like there’s anything wrong with it. Good luck.”

“Are you going to stay on it?”

“…there is no reason to go down. We’ll have to wait for Poy anyway.”

When Ellen said that and showed her reluctance without filtering, Luke’s expression hardened a little as he looked up at the mound.

“Hmm.”

The undertaker glanced around the room and was lost in thought. To do so, he took a moment to choose his words and then asked a question.

“Where are you hurt?”

“Never mind.”

“…Did the servants make you uncomfortable?”

Ellen narrowed her brows at the sudden question.

“Servants? What do you mean?”

“…I didn’t see the servants. If so, why don’t you come down Miss Ellen?”

The old man’s eyes were still shining deep blue. The corners of her eyes hardened a bit, but a benevolent smile remained on her lips as a habit.

‘servant? A servant?’

Looking down at Luke, Ellen muttered as if moaning.

“He handles the undead.”

“hmm. I was in a bit of a hurry.”

The undertaker stroked his chin and added words.

“I am so glad to see Miss Ellen again.”

Before she could even finish her words, the girl threw down the experimental knife and quickly pointed to the hand and recited an incantation.

“Ventus exaudi me (Respond to me, O wind) Ic kyaaak!”

Bang!

Stopping the spell abruptly was a very dangerous move, but Ellen couldn’t keep her composure.

If an iron glove rose out of nowhere from the floor and grabbed his ankle, anyone would be in awe.

It was a skeleton soldier who appeared on the white sand with an ominous bass sound.

The one wearing black armor with strange patterns mercilessly slashed a long spear that shimmered with light purple magic.

The girl who was groaning at the recoil of the spell failure could not escape the surprise.

Poo-wook.

“Heo Eok—”

The long spear pierced the abdomen mercilessly. Ellen opened her eyes and opened her mouth wide, unable to breathe properly.

The mortician or necromancer looked up at the scene and muttered in a calm voice.

“Um, I tried to keep it intact as much as possible. It’s a pity.”

The sand mound was shaking all over the place, and a pair of blue light bulbs flew in from outside the stone chamber.

If you look closely at the photosphere, you will realize that it is a human skull emitting blue light. A pair of skulls were holding something in their mouths as they flew away leaving blue tails like meteors.

Throwing away the useless torch, the old man reached for the skulls and handed them both. One was a blue, rusty crown, and the other was a white staff with many dangling gold strings.

“ha. I guess I will live now.”

Luke, wearing a bronze crown, trembled at the rising power and swung his bone staff lightly.

Following the gesture, a small army appeared.

Geek.

First, dozens of skeletal soldiers stood up from here and there on the sand mound. All the remaining soldiers were armed with unusual weapons.

Plate armor that glittered like a mirror, a flat iron helmet, a federal plaque, and a heart-colored long sword.

A fluttering tunic and a long curved sword engraved with heat rays.

A white cloak of unknown material, a hunting cap with feathers, and a silver longbow.

Snow-white armor, triangular shield engraved with full helm cross, and white-headed mace.

Golden armor with red shoulder straps and a glaive with three blades…

Skeleton soldiers armed with all kinds of splendid equipment demolished the sandcastle to reveal themselves, while outside the stone chamber, zombies stumbled and stood up.

thump thump.

At the head of dozens of corpses, a giant 3-meter-tall figure strode forward. The Headless Knight is an undead commonly referred to as ‘Dulahan’.

He was clutching a blue-stained head in one hand and a huge two-bladed ax in the other.

Wearing black shiny chitin armor, he was wrapped in steam like a cloak that spewed out every time he took a step.

The necromancer, who was looking around his troops, commanded them towards the top of the sand mound.

“Bring him here.”

The black armored soldier violently dragged the speared mage down the aisle.

“Huh,”

the blood dripped down and stained the white sand red. Even as he watched the scene, Luke stared at Ellen with his usual face.

“Ugh. I guess I can hold out for a while.”

Having come to an absurd conclusion, the old man gestured to one side of the wall and said,

“Tie it over there.”

“Kuh, a filthier necromancer—”

Ellen mumbled, her face stained white, and Luke smiled wide-eyed.

“Oh, I was careless.”

“You dirty old woman, my *hehe* I will-”

“Excuse me, Miss Ellen.”

snap.

The old man grabbed the girl by the chin with a rough hand. After receiving a dagger from a skeleton soldier, he shook his head.

“I am very old. You forgot this.”

“Kkeuu”

“Getting old is a scary thing. Because with a new journey there are always new pains and anguish. When I try to forget those things, sometimes I even forget useful things.”

“Ah, ah!”

“Shh.”

At the gesture of the old necromancer, the skeletal servants came forward.

As the blood-soaked wizard was gripped so tightly that he couldn’t even move, a blue blade thrust his head through his forcedly parted lips. The old man lifted his chin to examine the girl’s mouth and whispered while licking his lower lip.

“Miss Ellen, please understand. It’s… a procedure. Applies to all wizards.”

“Kw- turn it off!”

“Your pretty face is hurt. Stay still. Still.”

Ellen rolled her eyes as the dagger leaned against her lower fang and slit her tongue.

“That’s so-”

“Hmm.”

Throwing a piece of red flesh to the floor, Luke returned the dagger to the skeleton soldier and took out a white handkerchief from his bosom to wipe away the blood.

“It’s a strange thing. Even after going through this, the color of the soul remains the same.”

“Turn off…”

“I could have been patient if I had shown this unchanging side right now.”

The bloodstained handkerchief was rolled up and bit into the girl’s mouth.

“This beautiful thing with a beautiful scar engraved on it. Now, this loss is not even a drop of paint, the soul.”

Tucked in a handkerchief, the old man said lamentably.

“It’s only because of one man that I get colored. How absurd is this? It was hard to watch any longer.”

Ellen struggled desperately, but she couldn’t escape the Skeleton Soldiers’ grip.

“Even the turbid jade-colored jealousy, the dark red lust, and the purple melancholy… don’t suit Miss Ellen.”

The necromancer looked down into the wizard’s eyes. I met dark blue eyes that swayed darkly and blue eyes that swayed violently.

Looking at the brilliance that could not be compared to that of the criminal, Luke smiled softly.

“Wait a little. I will soon restore the color of your soul.”

As the old man’s eyes radiated gloomy magic power, the girl’s body gradually stiffened.