Necromancer’s Evolutionary Traits

Episode 145. Realization

Luna kicked off the air and flew.

Without realizing it, she used the Necromancer, creating a huge scythe in one hand and rushing at Hegel.

Quaggagak!

The scythe was driven into Hegel, who had turned black.

However, Hegel laughed as if he had bumped into something hard, with only sparks flying and no injuries.

“Hehe.”

Hagel took off his human form.

Hegel, who had turned into a black egg ghost, opened his mouth, which had been torn up to his ears, and black butterflies came out.

Huung.

Aww!

Luna swung her scythe and shook Hagel and the butterflies away.

In the meantime, other warlocks hurriedly used defensive magic to widen the distance.

Of course, I didn’t stay still.

“Leave Luna.”

I stepped on the table and ran.

Mana fluctuated and magic circulated throughout the body.

Fain!

A pure white Galaksur appeared.

Then, pushing Luna aside, I dealt with Hegel instead.

“friend!”

“There is no need to get involved. I will solve it.”

Unless Hegel is crazy, is he really trying to kill me?

Why is it so cumbersome?

If he tried to kill me in the first place, he had many chances.

‘If you look at the fact that you don’t know, it’s not as serious as you think. Anyway, it looks black inside.’

Seeing that he made this mess, it seems like he has another plan, but he decided to hang out with them for now.

[Basic Necromantics: Casts Necromantic.]

[One imprinted soul is detected.]

[The soul of ‘Vayatra’s Great Warrior Al-Gurd’ is Necromantic.]

‘Kraha!’

Al-Gurd’s roar, which I haven’t heard in a long time.

I thought I wouldn’t hear any more.

I felt my physical abilities increase.

It was insignificant compared to the necromancy that Luna had given her, but it didn’t matter.

The important thing now is the sense of the Al-Gourd Aura Master.

‘This is amazing again.’

It felt like my vision was clearing up.

The black butterflies created by Hegel were recognized at once.

‘133.’

I put maximum mana into Galaksur.

A black aura overflowed on the surface of the pure white blade.

[The sharpness temporarily increases (can be stacked)]

I checked the message I wanted and immediately swung my sword.

Aaaah!

A sword wind mixed with black energy swirled.

The conference hall quickly became a mess, and disturbances broke out everywhere.

“crazy!”

“Are you a wizard?”

The black butterflies were blown away by the whirlpool of the black wind.

But it was still too early to be relieved.

“Isn’t that what I want to see?”

Hegel, who had come to my side before I knew it, whispered and swung his fist.

bang-!

He obviously blocked the attack with Galaksur, but it flew away with a tremendous impact.

Hegel used a grotesque magic that allowed him to move through the shadows.

The fact that I was able to come to my side without any sign of popularity was because I used him.

“If you don’t use your full strength against me, you will really die.”

Once again, I sprayed the speedy sword at his voice ringing in my ears.

kang!

Sparks flew.

Doesn’t the sharpness overlap yet?

Hegel didn’t even think to block my attack.

‘If it hurts even a little… … .’

The Blood Curse was blending into the aura, revealing its teeth.

But it was meaningless if it didn’t hurt.

‘I don’t want to show the undead.’

Each of my undead is unusual.

And showing those undead in front of these countless warlocks is like revealing a hidden deck.

If you don’t want to use undead, you have no choice but to use something else.

I didn’t try to keep the distance.

Street fights were meaningless anyway because of Hegel’s unique magic.

What I can do right now… … .

‘ah!’

Suddenly, I remembered the movement Maximin showed me.

Why? Is it the influence of Al-Gurd?

For some reason, I felt like I could do it now.

Whoo!

Hegel’s black fist flew.

The fist, which had turned black as if covered in shadows, approached as if in slow motion.

His senses became extremely sensitive, and his fighting talent began to busily stir in his head.

Fain!

When I dodged it by a piece of paper, there was a sound of air bursting.

The cochlea was shaken only by the wind pressure, making her dizzy, but she managed to keep her balance and swung her sword.

‘like this?’

Just like Maximin did.

Exploded mana.

Kuang!

A short flash erupted.

Compared to Maximin’s, it was faint like a firefly in front of the sun… … .

Jureuk.

Hagel touched his cheek.

There were small scratches on his black face.

“What was that just about?”

It was a serious voice unlike before.

But I couldn’t answer that question.

‘little bit more… … .’

It felt as if I could get my hands on something with just a little more.

It seemed simple when I just watched it, but I felt it when I followed Maximin myself.

The single sword he wielded was a mixture of all kinds of people.

‘Cut it.’

It wasn’t about beating the opponent.

Literally split the space.

Fish!

Once again my sword moved.

Then, Hegel’s body was scratched again.

He wasn’t even using the Blood Curse because he was concentrating, so there shouldn’t be any damage to Hagel.

Still, I couldn’t stop.

“Adrias Cromwell.”

As Hegel spoke, butterflies bloomed everywhere.

Hagel moved, creating a spectacle of hundreds of butterflies fluttering at the same time.

In the place where the butterfly was, Hegel was present and absent at the same time.

Even during that staggering movement, his voice could be heard clearly.

“You are a monster. Are you growing even at this moment?”

“Whoa.”

Pause for a moment and take a deep breath.

I suppressed the longing in my wriggling heart.

Soon after, that desire was expressed with a sword.

Following only the movement of the sword, I forgot everything around me.

Am I chasing the sword or is the sword chasing me?

In the twisted world, I felt only the black butterflies, me, and the sword.

[Talent ‘swordsmanship… … Acquisition… … .]

[Conditions met… … .]

[Evolvable… … .]

It seems that the surroundings are a little noisy, but I couldn’t hear it.

The state of being completely entrusted to this sword dance.

At first, I imitated Maximin’s sword, but it gradually changed.

The selflessness sword I had learned from Deshurn melted naturally and continued to change into something else.

‘Maximin said that swordsmanship, aura, and swordsmanship are all just tools.’

I do not deny his opinion that only emphasized the strength of the body.

But I thought a little differently.

Wouldn’t the body’s power be just a tool in the end?

‘My body is also a tool after all. Handling tools is only my will.’

If everyone is a tool, in the end, isn’t everyone the same?

That means soon… … .

‘I am the sword, and the sword is me.’

my body is a sword

My swordsmanship is also a sword.

My sword was part of my body, and the swordsmanship I used was myself.

[The attribute ‘Enlightenment’ is… … .]

When everything came together like that, Deshurn’s teachings floated away.

‘No self.’

In the first place, there is no such thing as a country.

Only my will toward the enemy remains.

[The program of ‘Bayatra’s Great Warrior Al-Gurd’ ends.]

[Cooldown: 80 hours]

The world cracked with an unknown sound.

What I felt only the sword and my own will collapsed and I began to become conscious of my surroundings.

“ah!”

one step forward.

I was about to reach it… … .

‘But what was it that almost hit me?’

I didn’t remember.

However, an aftershock soon hit and the thoughts could not continue.

“Huh.”

It was only then that I could see that my whole body was wet with sweat.

what the hell just happened?

“friend!”

Muscles screamed.

It was difficult for me to even stand properly as my body was clamoring for lack of oxygen.

“Are you okay, friend?”

someone helped me

I barely turned my head to see Luna’s face.

Wait a minute, who was Luna?

Where are you and what have I been doing?

The eyelids were about to close.

I tried to hold on, but it was not enough.

My last thought before closing my eyes was… … .

‘Who am I?’

* * *

“Oh, welcome. Please sit here.”

Viscount Hollington, who greeted the guest with a bright face, brought out a chair himself.

Then Amy Cromwell thanked her and sat down.

“Thank you, sir. How have you been?

“I can’t get along better these days. After all, it’s been 2 months? Time flies.”

“There was so much to do.”

Amy, who tried to raise the top with only her skills, was cruising thanks to an unexpected network, not a network.

Recently, using the information that Adrias gave me, I was in the middle of picking up and eating soy beans in connection with the Everlast Merchant.

“Shouldn’t you be taking on the Cromwell’s guild as well?”

“yes. I’ve been collecting them all this time for this job.”

Purchase of shares in the iron mines to be made by the Countess of Lankrat.

It was finally the point of approaching the day ahead.

As it was a bigger problem than ever, Amy has been reducing her sleep these days and collecting and organizing information around her.

“How about having a secretary soon, Miss Amy? After buying shares in the mine, it will be a bit daunting.”

“It’s still fine. Thank you for your concern. First of all, I will try to do as much as I can and consider it.”

“It’s hard to trust people carelessly when it comes to the job of the upper ranks. But eventually, if you want to scale up, you can’t do it alone. After all, we are human too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

As Amy spoke boldly, a smile remained on Viscount Hollington’s lips.

While discussing the remaining schedule and the upcoming auction, someone knocked on the door.

“Sir Hollington, I have an urgent report to you.”

The viscount smiled wryly at Amy and asked for her understanding.

“I was told not to knock on the door unless it was really urgent, but it must be urgent. I’m sorry.”

“no. Our work is not urgent. It sounds like something important, but I’ll be out for a while.”

“sorry.”

Amy and Viscount Hollington got up together and went to the door.

Soon, when Viscount Hollington tried to open the door, someone opened it first.

jump!

“huh?”

Viscount Hollington’s embarrassed voice came out, and Amy stepped back in surprise.

And the person who opened the door from the outside greeted Amy and Viscount Hollington alternately.

“A good lunch?”

“Oh live… … ! No, Mr. Hagendahl!”

“Sorry for coming all of a sudden. I apologized, so please accept it.”

Entering the room with a wink, he saw Amy.

Then, suddenly, he lowered his back and put his face in.

“Do you look a little like me?”

“That’s rude. Who are you?”

“They seem to have similar personalities.”

The man straightened his back and said.

“What’s up with Adrias Cromwell?”

Salem Yedidiah.

he is back