The Return of the Destruction-Class Death Knight Episode 144
Episode 144 Legion (1)
The liberated black magic spread out in all directions. It was like looking at tree branches stretching out endlessly.
“Oh?”
Gasdal’s eyes lit up when he saw that sight.
“Black magic? I’ve known about it since I was working with Flash Golem, but it really is a strange thing.”
Although it was an unexpected situation, Gasdal’s experience and knowledge were too rich to be surprised by something this bad boy named Victor did.
“What do you plan to do with that black magic? Do you plan to use magic? Or do you plan to activate the legacy left by the devil?”
Even if it wasn’t black magic, there were quite a few ways to use black magic.
The examples that Gasdal just gave, such as the Golden Magic and the Legacy of the Devil, are examples of this.
However, it was not widely used because it was less effective than black magic and had severe side effects.
Victor did not answer Gasdal’s question. Instead, he used his black magic to form a spell.
Then, Gasdal’s reaction gradually increased.
“Black magic? This is quite surprising! A high-class knight using black magic!”
Gasdal watched the scene with great interest.
“I’ve seen knights like you before. You learned black magic to get revenge on the warlock. You have to know your enemy to kill him well.”
Could it be because I finally met such an interesting opponent?
Gasdal’s mood was much higher than usual, to the point where he was rambling on about useless things.
“Do you know what happened in the end? The black magic and magical powers clashed and I ended up becoming a useless person. Wasn’t I really such a fool?”
While Gasdal was talking, Victor’s formula was completed.
According to the completed spell, a large magic circle began to appear on the ground.
“At least the form is right. Let’s see how different you are from that guy… … … .”
As soon as he saw the structure of the magic circle, Gasdal’s face instantly hardened.
There was not just one black magic that could create skeletons. There were levels to it, depending on the level of the black magician.
The lowest level skeleton creation magic was so crude that no matter what soul was used, only low level skeletons were created.
Not only will it shatter if you hit it even a little hard, it’s a skeleton that doesn’t reveal any of the reason or individuality of the soul used as material.
As you progress to higher level black magic, not only will the strength of the skeleton increase, but the characteristics of the soul used as material will also be revealed.
And the black magic that Victor uses is… … .
“Tenth rank?”
A top-level black magic that not only creates a skeleton as powerful as a monster, but also reproduces the reason, memories, and even habits of the soul used as material.
“How did you do that… … .”
Even Gasdal, the great dark magician, needed more than a day to prepare to use 10th-tier dark magic.
Victor completed it in a matter of minutes.
It wasn’t just that he was fast. He was able to draw such a complex and elaborate magic circle without a single mistake or hitch.
“It is the path you have chosen.”
The magic circle emitted black light. The souls of the knights and soldiers began to be sucked into it.
“So don’t blame me.”
Just before being completely absorbed into the magic circle, the knights and soldiers of the White Nation looked at Damien and smiled.
The magic circle swallowed everyone’s souls. Soon, dozens of skeletons rose from within.
The skeletons were all different in size and shape, and each gave off a different vibe.
It had to be that way. They were turned into skeletons by the highest level of black magic that embodied their abilities from their previous lives.
Gasdal looked at them with a shocked face.
“… … It’s great, but
But it was only for a moment. Gasdal soon regained his composure.
“They can’t beat me. Do you know why?”
Gasdal said with a sneer.
“There are two major factors that determine the strength of a skeleton. First is the quality of the soul used as material. Second is the effort put in by the owner.”
The Red Skeleton was not only created from the souls carefully selected by Gasdal, but also grew by feeding it countless souls and memories.
Thanks to this, they were all able to obtain strength that surpassed that of the lower classes.
On the other hand, what about the skeletons Victor created?
Most of them were ordinary soldiers. There were also low-class and middle-class people, but they were only a very small number.
Not only that, but their overall numbers were small. While there were only a few dozen on the other side, Gasdal’s aides numbered in the hundreds.
“Well, that’s right. I can’t beat you with these newly-made guys.”
Surprisingly, Victor also readily admitted that fact.
“But there’s one thing you didn’t say.”
Victor added, making a gesture.
“Undead can become as strong as they want with the support of a warlock.”
Victor used his black magic to reconstruct the spell.
Even though the enemy was preparing black magic, Gasdal’s attitude was relaxed.
“No matter what kind of black magic you use, it doesn’t seem like you can close this gap… … I’ll just watch and see what kind of black magic you’ll use.”
But the moment he saw the magic that Victor was creating, Gasdal’s composure disappeared without a trace.
“… … What on earth is that?”
The Great Black Mage.
The knowledge that Gasdal had accumulated to reach this position was enough to fill an entire mountain valley.
Even Gasdal had never seen the black magic that Victor was preparing.
The way the ritual was performed, and even the composition, was something I had never seen before.
“It’s on a different level… … right? How can you do black magic in that way… … .”
It was fundamentally different from existing black magic. It was as if it completely denied the foundation of existing black magic.
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“T, that’s… Where on earth did you get such black magic… …!”
The moment Gasdal shouted, the black magic that Victor had been preparing was completed.
At that moment, the ground shook as if an earthquake had occurred.
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As Damian completed his dark magic, the ground shook. At the same time, the altar behind Damian began to rise.
The shape was identical to a square pillar. It was wider at the bottom and narrower as it went up.
There was a chair at the very top of the altar.
The chair was made entirely of bone and had a very high back.
Maybe that was why I felt a strange sense of oppression from the chair.
Just looking up feels like committing a sin.
It feels like I have to lower my head.
It was like looking at a throne.
“What on earth… … What on earth is that black magic… … .”
Gasdal asked in a trembling voice.
It was a type of black magic that even he, the great dark magician, had never seen in records.
It can’t be helped.
This was an ancient black magic that Acrichi Dorgo had left behind as his personal secret.
Blackness.
Black magic created for the purpose of supporting the undead under one’s command.
Damien placed his feet on the altar. Then silence fell everywhere.
The skeletons summoned by Damian, as well as Gasdal, held their breath and watched as Damian ascended the altar.
Why is that?
Every time Damien went up to the altar, fear grew in everyone’s heart. The feeling called fear built up. The feeling called awe slowly raised its head.
It was the same for both allies and enemies. Even Gasdal was like that.
When Damien finally reached the top, everyone’s emotions were maximized.
Damien sat on the throne, leaning back against the backrest and looking down at everyone.
No one took offense at that arrogant attitude. Instead, only one word came to mind.
monarch.
Damien’s appearance reminded me of a monarch reigning over the dead.
“I declare.”
Damien’s voice sounded low.
“From now on, I won’t move even one step from this spot.”
A chain emerged from somewhere and wrapped itself around Damien’s body and the throne.
“From now on, I will not respond to threats.”
A second chain tied Damien’s legs to the throne.
“From now on, I will not use any black magic.”
A third chain bound Damian’s arms to the throne.
Everyone who saw the sight had questions.
Why would he seal his own powers? And why would he have to fight a transcendent being like the Great Dark Magician?
“I will share this with my confidants for a short while in exchange for three restrictions.”
Damien paused for a moment and finished speaking.
“My knowledge and experience.”
At that moment, countless pieces of information poured into the skeletons’ heads.
No, it wasn’t pouring in. It was like I was diving into a sea of knowledge. The amount of information was so overwhelming that I felt like I was suffocating.
The skeletons’ talents were too poor to absorb all of these.
All the skeletons could gain was a grain of knowledge.
But the moment they accepted them, a tremendous change occurred in the skeletons.
An explosive energy burst out from dozens of skeletons.
“What, what is it… … .”
Gasdal was greatly taken aback by the sudden change.
“Right now… …what is happening!”
The skeletons simultaneously raised their weapons into the sky. A pitch-black aura rose from the weapons.
“Low… … class?”
Gasdal muttered with a blank expression after seeing that sight.
But soon after, he denied his thoughts.
“No, no… … This is… … This is… … !”
Gasdal cried out in horror.
“Middle class!”
Dozens of skeletons had been promoted to middle class.
“Wow, that’s ridiculous… … .”
In their lifetime, most of them were ordinary soldiers. There were knights, but they were only low class. There were only one or two middle class.
These people, who were once insignificant and worthless, were suddenly promoted to middle class.
“What on earth… what have you done!”
With the support of their owner, the undead become more powerful.
But there is a limit to that. No warlock can elevate an ordinary skeleton to middle class.
“What have you done!”
At Gasdal’s scream, Damien supported his arm with an indifferent expression.
“It’s noisy.”
The skeletons’ gaze turned to Gasdal. Dozens of middle-class murderous spirits poured out simultaneously.
“Make that guy shut up right now.”
As soon as Damien’s order was given, dozens of middle-class people rushed towards Gasdal.
