The Ruined Death Knight-Novel

"Gwaagh~"

"Gweegh!"

The corpses of the bandit's former comrade before the hooded rose as one of the dead while screeching to the living.

And for the few remaining Bandits who saw that were terrified.

The idea that they will be ravaged and eaten alive was bad enough for them.

But to be turned as an undead was something from their nightmares.

For all they knew was that their soul will experience entless torment under the servitude of the Necromancer in front of them.

That, and the idea of being eaten alive made their morale sink rock bottom with some given in the fear.

And the boss of those desperate bandits showed a frown upon that scene.

"They were really undead..." He said with a solemn voice.

One of the zombies who had finished biting someone's neck turned his head and stared at the man who held two war axes.

Following the instinct of his undead nature, the zombie growled with the intense hatred of the living.

It took him only a few moments to reach the man and have his teeth sunk in the man's muscles.

"Hmpf, stupid." The man scoffed.

Raising his axe, he cleaved through the zombie's torso with much to no resistance.

"Gwaagh!" The zombie growled back while it growled towards the man's feet.

"Annoying." The man said as he raised his foot and stomped at the zombie's head. Making the undead's head explode as if throwing a melon to the ground.

The result of it was a bloody mess.

Taking a large breath in, the man yelled out loud.

"You Bastards! What are you guys doing!? Those things are weaker and much more dumper than you! You just have to bash their hands and be done with it! Since when did I allow weaklings to become a part of my group!"

The Bandits who heard all the familiar voices that before would make them scared. In that voice now though they saw hope.

Their boss was here!

The bandits imminently turned their backs on the undead and dashed towards their boss as if he was the last hope that they had.

Of course, such action made the few who reacted too slowly be overwhelmed by the nearby zombies that previously were being fended off by the other bandits.

"Aghh! No! Don´t leave!"

"Help me!"

Seeing that, the man holding the war axes wanted almost to facepalm himself while bashing the heads of the group who was running towards him.

`Those dumpa*ses...´

As the bandits generally were much faster than the limping undead, the few last bandits came with heavy breaths.

"Hah~Hah...Boss Farris! We got to use the secret passageway! They are too much for us-" Before the man could even finish his sentence, he froze upon the sight of the blade of the war axe coming down his head.

*Crack!

"Huh?" 

Pulling the war axe out of the man's head, the others had to watch how their comrade fell to the ground with a large cut through his head.

The bandits couldn´t help but suck in their breath as they stared at the corpse in fear and then back at the one responsible for killing.

The giant of the man, the boss of the bandit's group in this mountain, Farris ignored the stares of the others.

"You fear blinded fools! Are you telling me to leave behind all the accumulated treasures and run away! That undead that you are facing only of the first tier! The lowest of them all! Some mere zombies!" Farris pointed with his war axe on the zombies who were closing closer in a line that was being led by the Necromancer.

Pointing next to the Necromancer, Farris scolded the others with rage written on his face.

"And the Necromancer who uses such meter soldiers shouldn´t be much stronger!"

Controlling his life force inside his body, the muscles that could be considered first-class from that of a bodybuilder expanded. 

"Someone who uses such mere tricks as making others his puppets stand no chance against me! Farris! So don´t fear! Pick up your weapons and fight! Once I killed that Necromancer I will allow the remaining of you to play with the stored goods inside my room!"

Putting a little strength towards his legs, the ground that he was standing on cracked under the pressure.

"Now, Fight! Those who do will receive heaven's pleasure, while those who don´t will get my axe!"

Hearing the confidence of their leader together with his threat and promised reward. The moral that was rock bottom fell was now no more!

`We can do it! With Boss here, we will survive´ They thought.

Unfortunately, the man who motivated them wasn´t much the same opinion.

`All my 2nd-tier people died and only the weaklings remained. Facing against that undead is probably too much.´ Farris cursed internally.

The idea of having his whole bandits group destroyed that he painstakingly built among this whole year was ruined by passing by Necromancer.

He didn´t know the reason why such an ominous figure was here.

But one thing he knew.

And that was, he didn´t care as to why.

He fought against many spellcasters through his years.

Be it those who used a sword or a staff, he always emerged victoriously.

He wasn´t scared of a spell caster who used some forbidden arts.

"Here I am coming!"

With his feet sinking in the ground himself, Farris dashed forward with each stepped cracking the ground itself!

The Necromancer who saw this raised his hand and guided his mana to the ground.

The next moment the ground started to raise in front of where Farris was running.

Effectively blocking the two parties with a stone wall.

`So he is buying time huh?´ Farris scoffed at such a poor attempt to stop him.

"You will need something better to stop me!"

Like a charging bull, Farris rammed the wall with his shoulders as he was a battering ram himself.

But once Farris passed through the wall he was surprised to see the Necromancer himself next to the wall.

`Why is a spellcast-´ Amid his confusion, Farris's eyes landed on the sword that the Necromancer was holding.

"This guy!" Having back his footing after ramming at the wall. Farris hastily raised his war axe on his right arm and swung it down at the Necromancer.

But before the axe could land on his target, the Necromancer's other hand was raised with a shield appearing out of nowhere.

*Twiiicck!

The war axe clashed with his shield while creating sparks. 

Holding the longsword with an ominous mana dancing between the blade, Danzel slashed the man's chest while drawing forcefully lots of his blood out.

"Argh!" Pushing the pain through his chest away, he swung with his other hand at the Necromancer.

Seeing the incoming attack, Danzel jumped back and dodged the swing that raised the dust from the ground.

`This guy is strong...maybe stronger than Hanson.´ Danzel commended internally as he looked at his shield that had a cut mark in.

"...Bastard! You aren´t a spellcaster! That pain...I will return it tenfold!" Farris said as the muscles in his chest started to shake.

`What the heck!?´ Danzel thought surprised at the sight in front of him.

The large wound that he made through his chest while the effects of [Cursed Blade] started to show, was slowly being closed! What surprised him though was that this wasn´t regeneration!

It was the man controlling his muscles to move them between the wound, essential covering the wound with his muscles!

"Returning the pain to me, you say. I ain´t too sure if that will work out." Danzel said as he took his stance towards him.

"Cocky bastard..." Enraged, the man dashed forward while letting a battle cry out.

"Oraaaahhhh!"

Taking a lost look towards hid undead, Danzel sent them a mental command.

`I command you all, kill those in the far back. Let none survive!´

As if they were waiting for this.

 The zombies let out a massive screech and dashed in at the same time towards their target.

"Gwaagh!"

"Gwaagh!"

"Gweegh!"

Farris who was prepared to face the horde of the undead was surprised to see that they all ignored him and that they went for his subordinates.

The fact that the sword-wielding necromancer discarded his minions relieved him as it angered him.

To him, it was no different from blatantly saying that he was underestimating him.

"Your death wouldn´t be easy!" Farris said as he swung his sword at the necromancer, which in turn was blocked by said necromancer's sword.

Feeling the pressure of his swing, Danzel was forced to take a step back and cancel their engagement.

`He is indeed stronger, fight head one would bring me in disadvantage.´

Blocking the bandits swing with his shield next, Danzel wasn´t much of panic even if his opponent was physically stronger.

`Though he is stronger, compared to Hanson's skills and speed. That guy is just a brute..´ Danzel thought as he already planned how to kill that brute in front of him.