111 062. Angel of Death -2 Part One

Oscal Baldur.

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As far as mastery over swordsmanship was concerned, he was acknowledged as the strongest in the Theocratic Empire.

And to eliminate someone as dangerous as him, one hundred and fifty highly-skilled Necromancers had been brought in and well over a thousand slaves were prepared for their use.

An undead army boasting at least two thousand combatants could be summoned by them in total. Additionally, with Nasus and envoy Haima working together with them, they should have stood a fairly good chance at defeating Oscal Baldur.

Indeed, that’s what they originally believed.

Unfortunately for them, the one they should’ve been really worried about was someone else entirely. Someone completely different from Oscal Baldur. Someone even more dangerous than that old man.

-Everyone, step back!

Nasus urgently shouted out as its voice reverberated throughout the temple’s interior.

However, the complexions of the Necromancers paled instantly as if a powerful toxin was spreading around them. They hurriedly put on some masks and leather boots while quickly backing away from the affected areas.

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From the shallow but wide puddle, an army of undead began rising up. Skeletons with white bones, zombies filled with hideous wounds, ghosts with the figures of transparent women called banshees, the headless dullahans riding on skeleton horses, bone golems, etc., etc…

All of the undead were wearing armour as they carried various types of weapons.

A colourful array of undead stood up tall, and as the eerie blue light glowed from within their eye sockets, they suddenly began chanting a holy hymn.

“What is this? What are those things?!”

“What… what is going on here?!”

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The Necromancers numbering well over a hundred all fell into a pit of chaotic confusion. They hurriedly covered their ears as the ‘Spirit Speech’ reverberated throughout the surroundings.

The hymn permeating with divinity sounded like a siren’s call that heralded the incoming Armageddon to the Necromancers trapped inside the sealed-off interior of the large temple.

Terror and fear took over their rationale.

And the name of that existence was…

“…Necromancer King Amon.”

The one standing before them was none other than the very Necromancer King who was wiped out of existence fifty years ago.

He descended back to the plain of the living while permeating not with demonic energy, but divinity instead. No, wait – he was manifesting back into this world. That had to be it!

That’s what all these Necromancers felt.

However, one individual among them was thinking of different things right now. It was the Lich, Nasus.

Its burning eyes were quaking with agitation.

The holy water continued gushing out from the feet of the bone armour. All sorts of holy undead were figuratively jumping out from the pool of the sacred water of life.