Grandson of the Holy Emperor is a Necromancer

Chapter 222: 118. Big Eyes -3 (Part Two)

The bone dagger did a lot more than just rip past the limbs of the Necromancers, it even proceeded to tear straight through the walls behind them. The connected chains destroyed the surrounding walls and everything came crashing down.

The Necromancers couldn’t help but freak out at the weapon containing a truly absurd level of divinity.

They began fleeing in pure panic.

“No, no! That man is not Necromancer King Amon!”

Indeed, that man didn’t cast any magic. He instead relied on a greatsword, a dagger, and other assortment of techniques.

However, his destructive power was still utterly outrageous.

Allen continued to advance forward as the dust cloud rose up all around him.

The concurrent application of Amon’s relic and the holy ghost possession brought about quite a satisfactory result.

“For sure, the output is on another realm when using the relic, huh…”

An assimilation percentage of sixty. In other words, three-fifth of the original’s power could be utilised in this state. And on top of that, the attack’s destructive might would double when Allen injected his enormous reserve of divinity as well.

-Kki-aaaaahk!

Suddenly, eyeballs began materialising everywhere.

The Big Eyes glared at Allen, but rather than its usual eerie cackle, it was now screaming back at him.

Tentacles rushed towards him from every direction, but Allen rapidly swung the greatsword to mercilessly pulverise them.

The holy undead thrust their swords at the walls and began gouging them out. The entirety of the castle quaked hard as if it was trembling in pain.

Allen recalled what Alice had told him before they went their separate ways.

-The Big Eyes will try to hide its main body, which acts as its heart.

This place was the belly of a demon that regenerated itself almost indefinitely, while also acting as an ever-shifting maze as well.

This creature possessed the ability to alter its surroundings. It could change the layout of the passageways and stop anyone from approaching its main body.

However, it being capable of infinitely regenerating itself and blocking the pathways with walls didn’t mean that it was also immune from pain. And crucially, the demon couldn’t stop Allen from inflicting a lot of it either.

He issued a new order, “Destroy the entire castle.”

Skeletons and skeleton horses emerged from the puddle of holy water.

“Locate its main body.”

The heavily-armed cavalry raised their heads higher.

“Inflict as much pain as possible and make it taste the bitterness of regret.”

The skeletal cavalry began dashing within the castle’s interior while slamming their lances into the walls. Meanwhile, Bone Golems raised their mighty hammers and began pounding and hacking away.

Hundreds of holy undead proceeded to destroy the castle from the inside.

The Big Eyes never would have expected something like this.

This raucous commotion should be enough to divert the Big Eyes’ attention away from both Alice and Hans. They should both be able to escape from here just fine.

While the mayhem was still going on all around him, Allen abruptly turned his head. A portion of the undead he had summoned finally reached the location of the monster’s ‘main body’.

He learned where it was through sharing the undead’s vision.

“Found it.”

Allen grinned deeply under the mountain goat’s skull.

And now, he’d get to see the mug of the one responsible for this mess.

“I’ll show you what real hell looks like.”

The one who ruined his vacation plans would pay dearly for this indiscretion.

**

Rudis was currently panting heavily away.

He propped himself against the bone staff and barely managed to maintain his balance, before staring at the scene taking place in front of his eyes.

The holy undead were dissipating while scattering away brilliant motes of light.

‘Holy… undead?’

Even though Rudis didn’t really stay up to date with the current affairs of the world, he still had come across some stories regarding recent events. Stories that were related to the Theocratic Empire.

More correctly, the stories regarding the only person in the world who could summon and command the holy undead!

Could it be that the Seventh Imperial Prince of the Theocratic Empire had come to visit this place?!

Rudis shuddered from a sense of unknown fear, but before he could say something, the Big Eyes next to him spoke up first.

-What is the meaning of this? What is that monster?!

The Big Eyes, a massive eyeball about five metres in diameter with all the tentacles seemingly connected to it, began screeching out.

Mouths that were found on the grotesque lumps of flesh attached to every wall screamed out at the same time, which prompted Rudis to hurriedly block his ears and gasp out in pain.

Honestly speaking, it was Rudis who wanted to ask that question first. He had no way of finding out just what was happening inside the castle at the moment.

The Big Eyes had been writhing in pain for some time now, while the thunderous noises of the portion of the castle collapsing could be heard coming from afar.

And then, some mysterious undead possessing an unexplainable power even showed up before him just now.

For the first time in his life, a terrible bout of anxiety began assaulting him.

-A monster is coming here!

The Big Eyes’ huge eyeball began trembling in fear.

As long as it could hide its main body somewhere, this demon could easily devour a dragon. However, such a demonic gatekeeper from the ancient times had become deeply frightened at this moment.

Rudis shifted his worried gaze towards the warp gate.

Inside the distorted space way bigger than five metres in diameter were the countless walking dead busy flailing their arms about, clamouring to escape to the living world. There was a transparent barrier placed around this opening, restricting the gate from enlarging even further.

The Necromancers of Nemesis had placed a restriction on the warp gate connecting to purgatory so that they could maintain the spell for as long as possible.

‘We should’ve undid the restrictions a bit more.’

Their initial plan was to release a flood of undead at once to utterly devastate the city of Elusha, but Rudis felt that the events were currently heading in the wrong direction.

He thought that the warp gate needed to be widened even if he had to strain himself.

Just as Rudis extended his hand to open the warp gate’s doorway even wider…

-He’s here! The bastard has arrived!

The Big Eyes’ iris grew larger as it cried out.

Rudis hurriedly spun his head around.

A section of the wall covered up with the flesh of the Big Eyes was suddenly split wide open by a greatsword.

Rudis urgently raised his bone staff higher.

A person forcing their way through to where the Big Eyes’ main body was could only be an enemy and nothing else. As such, Rudis needed to stop that bastard no matter what it took.

The split flesh was forcibly pried open by a pair of hands, and the culprit responsible for wrecking the Necromancers’ plan finally revealed himself.

Rudis froze up like a statue after taking one good look at the figure.

The latter’s heavy footsteps echoed in the space.

Many holy undead screeched and howled monstrously while ripping open the split flesh even further to follow their master.

‘That man…’

The assailant relaxed his greatsword on the ground and continued to walk closer. The one wearing the mountain goat’s skull was glaring straight at Rudis.

The ‘Necromancer’ leading the legion of holy undead was here.

Rudis remained frozen stiff on the spot, unable to say a single thing after feeling the majestic aura and powerful sense of presence emitted by his enemy.

Even the inside of his head had blanked out completely as well.

He was trying to reject reality itself.

‘Oh my god. How, how can such a thing even…?!’

Rudis immediately recognised that ‘face’.

That Necromancer King Amon’s head, and the set of bone armour that he used to wear back then.

The being from fifty years ago that Rudis revered with absolute fervour, the Necromancer King who didn’t even bother to glance at Rudis’s way once, had somehow revealed his presence in this place.

‘The Necromancer King? No, that’s wrong. That’s a completely different person!’

Rudis could tell instinctively. He could tell that the contents contained within all that bone armour was something else entirely.

It was sacred and pure energy. In other words, it was divinity, not the usual demonic energy.

The one who stood diametrically opposed to the Necromancer King.

An absolute being that led the holy undead legion to take his spot before Rudis and the Big Eyes…

The individual possessing the status of the Saint, as declared by the Theocratic Empire itself…

“You… you bastard…!” Rudis swallowed back his dry saliva and muttered out the title that had entered his mind just then, “…You are the Holy King, aren’t you?”

“Nope. You’re wrong.”

The other party stopped walking when Rudis muttered out that question.

He then pointed his greatsword at the old Necromancer and finished the rest of what he wanted to say.

“I’m just an adventurer.”

Allen smirked deeply while staring at Rudis.

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