The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years (Web Novel KR)

Editors: Ana_Banana, Sei

Hundreds of undead charged toward her at the same time.

With a fierce laugh, Snow threw herself into the crowd of corpses.

Boom!

The first clash.

It wasn’t the same as before in the forest.

These undead didn’t shatter with one hit.

They were pretty tough. If she were to focus on them a bit more, it wouldn’t be a problem to cut them cleanly with her sword, but she couldn’t afford to spend too much time on one enemy.

So she divided it.

She didn’t spend more than half a breath on a single enemy.

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And if any of them managed to land any blows on her, she remembered them. Then she made sure to silence them completely.

Slash, stab, smash.

The tip of her sword never stopped moving. When the blade fell, it immediately rose up again in an equally powerful reverse movement. Whenever she took large steps forward, her slashes became stabs. When she swung sideways before her momentum died, the flat faces of her sword became great tools for smashing.

Snow’s series of movements were worthy of being called never ending. Nevertheless, this was accomplished by forcibly continuing her flowing movements.

The pressure that this placed on her muscles was beyond imagination, but she still managed to keep up such a vigorous performance for several minutes.

[Amazing.]

Diablo humbly admitted this fact.

He didn’t know much about swords. It would be enough to even call him a layman.

Nevertheless, Snow’s swordsmanship was able to cause the heart of an undead, which he assumed had long gone dormant, to feel admiration.

He could tell.

She was close to reaching the very peak of her realm.

Even if it wasn’t the same peak where he was standing, as someone who was also standing at the peak of a mountain, he could see the other mountains in the distance, even if it was a bit faint. Because of this, he knew just how difficult the journey to get there was.

The sword was Snow’s life.

That was why,

He was even more satisfied.

Diablo’s gaze drifted to the side.

[Look carefully and make sure you don’t miss anything. That is Snow de Predickwood, the greatest Swordsman of her time, and the strongest being in this era.]

—Although Snow continued to destroy the undead, at least 30% of her attention remained on Diablo. This was a natural response since she didn’t know what he had hidden up his sleeves.

However, Diablo didn’t appear to be planning anything. On the contrary, he just continued to watch in a leisurely manner.

Why?

Undead. Although it was a terrifyingly large number, they weren’t infinite. Although her speed couldn’t be considered too fast, she was still gradually whittling down the number of troops.

To borrow Diablo’s words, these undead were the strongest armies that he had been secretly nurturing for a long time. She didn’t think he would be happy to have them wasted here.

‘What is he thinking?’

Snow couldn’t help but wonder as she looked at Diablo. Then, she finally realised something strange.

At some point, someone had appeared to stand beside him.

It was an undead. Probably a Death Knight.

The jet black armour that it wore, which didn’t expose even a hint of flesh, had a ferocious aura as if it had been modelled after a Demon.

…But it was strange.

She could barely feel the death energy and deathly aura from the armoured Death Knight.

But there was something that was even more surprising than that.

‘It’s strong.’

Its strength was on a completely different level when compared to the other undead.

Even Snow was not certain of just how strong it was.

This realisation caused another question to bubble up with her.

Why wasn’t he letting this undead fight?

Was that this guy’s plan?

To slowly use up Snow’s stamina and mental strength with the unending attacks of the other undead before stepping in at the last moment and finishing the fight?

It was a simple and obvious plan, but the problem was that despite knowing it, she had no way to respond to it.

All Snow could do at this point was kill at least once more undead before he decided to use his full strength.

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“…”

She wanted to take a deep breath.

But she didn’t.

Snow stood atop a pile of undead corpses.

Her white hair was covered in disgusting bits of flesh and bone fragments, and her entire body was covered in sweat. But Snow didn’t try to clear her hair.

Instead, her gaze remained locked on Diablo.

She didn’t look tired.

Although she wasn’t sure if Diablo knew what her current physical condition was, this was still better than if she were to reveal it herself.

It wasn’t just a matter of pride.

[121 Death Knights.]

“…”

[152 Dullahans. 73 Liches. And 103 other miscellaneous high ranking undead. As for ghouls and skeletons… there were roughly 2000 or so.]

“…what are you talking about?”

[That was the composition of my army that you destroyed. I thought you’d be curious.]

Although he’d lost nearly 2500 undead, his attitude remained nonchalant.

This attitude made Snow angry, but instead of expressing that anger, she showed a provocative smile.

“You miscounted.”

[Hoh. Were you counting all the undead you killed? I didn’t think you had that much time.]

“No, I didn’t count. But I could tell after hearing what you said.”

Snow raised her sword to point at Diablo.

“That you forgot to add a Death Knight and a Lich.”

[…kukuku.]

Diablo chuckled.

[I will give you time to rest.]

“…”

[I know you’re very tired. If you rest for an hour or two you should be able to regain some of your energy.]

“Enough bullshit.”

Snow shot with an irritated voice.

“There is no way an undead with no sense of honour would be worried about this Queen’s health. There is nothing more unpleasant than a dirty victory, Diablo. What exactly do you want from this Queen?”

[…]

As expected, she was quick to realise.

No. In this case, it was probably because his proposal had been too blatantly suspicious.

Nevertheless, it didn’t matter. He’d already achieved his goal.

[I don’t want anything.]

“…”

[To be precise, I no longer want anything. I already got everything I wanted from you in the previous fight.]

“What?”

[Do you wish to have your final battle now? Then I will grant your wish.]

Diablo beckoned, and the Death Knight, who had been silently standing beside him, stepped forward.

It was the Death Knight wearing the devilish armour.

“…”

Snow had a bad feeling. The demonic energy that was being released by the Death Knight felt like a thousand pound weight pressing on her shoulders, but she forced herself to lift Deukid.

…If her senses were correct, then this one Death Knight would be harder to deal with than the thousands of undead she’d killed before.

‘This wouldn’t be an easy enemy even if I was in a normal state.’

If she were to fight in her current state, then her chances of winning would be very slim.

Moreover, Diablo was still alive and well.

…But none of that mattered.

In fact…

[Why are you smiling?]

She was excited.

“Because I’m happy.”

[Happy?]

“Ahh. I’m so happy. I really have to thank you. For pushing this Queen so hard. If I make even a single mistake now, I will definitely die. It’s been 10 years since I felt a crisis like this.”