I Became The Academy Necromancer

49. Iron Faith

“It’s really fortunate that they didn’t show this battle to the citizens.”

Orpheus, watching the battle between the necromancer Deius Verdi and the sorcerer judge Tarn All Velocus, speaks his honest feelings.

If it was seen by the public, it would have only heightened the citizens’ fear of black magic.

Thunderbolts and storms coexist, and cowardice and coldness coexist. I knew that a necromancer simply uses destructive magic with resentment in mana.

The sight to the naked eye seemed to be no different from a natural disaster.

The Archmage and his disciples had already jumped up from their seats and were analyzing the pouring magic.

“Prophet Benton’s unique magic, Tide of Fear and Silent Grahan’s Surge Blade Storm seem to be the main ones.”

“All of these are the unique magic of the sinners of the past. Is this really a scene created by one person?”

“S, Master.”

“… … .”

Seeing with my own eyes how many people died in this place made me feel really complicated.

The strong men who disappeared into the back road of history became their own great magic and were attacking the Sorcery Judge.

This is a spectacle that even a great wizard cannot imitate.

Even within it, Tyrn, who was crouching down and still holding on, was definitely a great man.

but.

In the end, if it’s a race against time, you lose.

Victory won’t come just by holding on. Countless people died in this execution ground.

Even if Tyrn stayed still, in the end, only defeat hung thicker.

Because he knew that too.

thud!

Even in the midst of the wild magic bombardment, he takes a heavy step forward.

* * *

What a ghost needs to use his mana is a strong heart.

It was generally resentment.

You can use your own mana even when you become a vengeful spirit only when you have enough resentment to cover your body.

For example, the woman with half of her face burnt with Illuania was like that.

Otherwise, it was no different from mana floating around in the air. It’s just a little lumped together.

That’s why I was surprised.

Surprisingly, many of the dead at the execution site were in a state of rest after passing away without any regrets.

In their own way, they find out that they closed their eyes in their own enlightenment.

Some people left their regrets to future generations and closed their eyes, despite their regrets.

Someone laughed and said, “I’m going to have a good time, a life that I lived on a one-trick principle.”

Some welcomed their own death, saying that they could now return to the arms of God.

If it were not for Remegeton, which is called the Spirit Stone, waking up the ghosts would have failed.

[I think my head will explode!]

“I will not die.”

The Dark Spirit possessed by me was converting countless souls’ mana into magic.

I don’t fight.

If you awaken the souls and transform the souls, which remain only as lumps of mana without resentment, with magic, they just go out to fight on their own.

Warchief Catolaire became a violent thunderbolt and struck Tyrn in the stomach.

Oulman, the pirate king, himself became a pistol bullet and was shot out.

Prophet Benton swept across the land in a great wave of flame.

The strategist Fultman becomes a spear of ice and pierces Tyrn’s blind spot.

The silent Grahan became a blade-like storm, preventing Tyrn from stepping recklessly.

[Really, that’s great.]

“… … .”

The black mage opened his mouth as he looked at the spectacle in front of him.

[I think you have already gone far beyond the standard of being a necromancer.]

“It’s because of Lemegeton, and the advantage of the place worked greatly.”

It’s honest and cool, so when I evaluated myself, the Dark Mage also kept his mouth shut and didn’t deny it too much.

In the end, the advantage of the place called the execution ground brought about this result, and I chose this place to maintain the form of execution while knowing my advantage over there.

I’m paying a hefty price for that though.

[When I slit my throat, was it good!]

[Hey referee! Raise your head again! Why is that staff silent!]

[Kel kel kel! asshole! One hit is amazingly good!]

Tyrn, crouching down, did not even move. The huge mana that swayed across the sky was infinitely calm.

Tyrn’s barding has already begun to twist. His armor, which no one thought would be able to penetrate, was already getting scratches and burns from all directions.

Tyrn, who was curled up like a hedgehog, lifted his head slightly.

A lot of magic was blocking my vision, but as if coincidence and destiny overlapped, he and I were right in the eye.

I reached out and raised my hand.

“come.”

thud!

The giant’s footsteps are heavy, so he hits the ground and comes in.

The vast winds of mana blowing from there began to pierce the road.

The condensed mana spreads wildly, creating a passage like a transparent tunnel.

thud! thud! thud!

Saying that the only place to win is now, Tairen straightens his back and starts striking forward.

[Stop! Stop that bastard!]

[Where are you going!]

[Tyrne! Look into my eyes!]

Numerous evil spirits start running towards Tyren again.

The Mana Tunnel that Tyreen condensed definitely played a big role. If I stayed still, I could have been buried and died on the spot.

Because it allowed me to escape the siege.

But I couldn’t do anything more than that.

The passageway created by the mana storm begins to collapse in the raging attack.

I couldn’t even take a few steps, and the magic bombardment rained down again.

“Go, small!”

Even though he endured all of that with his broad back, Tyreon did not collapse.

His thick legs showed no signs of stopping, even when he trembled.

“To this extent! Do you think you can prevent the execution!”

cooong!

The mana was loaded so intensely that the floor dented with every step, to the point of pushing away the flying magic.

It was no longer just mana.

It was something sweaty mixed with persistence and conviction.

The will to transcend reality, which can only be seen in the dead, was strongly contained in Tyrn’s eyes.

“Only this! Was it the weight of death I was carrying!”

cooong!

When the wand moves forward, Tyrin gives strength and moves forward as if pulling.

“Only this! Is it my karma for taking countless lives to protect the kingdom!”

The protective magic that guarded the barding was already tattered and was not fulfilling its role.

The tip of the cloak was burning, the shoulder armor was cracked, and the remains were falling to the floor.

“It is light!”

He didn’t even have the energy to wipe the blood from his forehead. His eyesight was stained dark red, and he seemed unable to see properly.

“Infinitely! It’s just infinitely light!”

The sorcerer judge’s gait was steady, so he was heading forward.

The footsteps with conviction are heavy, so they approach me without hesitation.

To protect the kingdom called Griffin, to carry out the justice he believes in.

A man named Tyrin Ol Velochus was a man who was right to the point of being rigid.

“I received a hundred grudges, and saved a thousand people! Dead people! How can you block my steps!”

[Where are you going!]

[I will kill you! I will stop it!]

[Karma hasn’t been settled yet!]

The mana of the ghosts is not infinite.

With the gradually weakening firepower, the ghosts stop pouring out ignorant great magic and stick to Tyreun directly.

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Grab his feet, hang on his shoulders, put his hands around his waist, and strangle him.

It was as if numerous evil spirits were trying to take them to Hell, but Tyrn was resisting them.

As chief judge, he carried out numerous executions.

There could be unfair people, and there were people who deserved to die.

Not just criminals who violated the laws of the kingdom, but also people who clashed with each other’s beliefs and lost, such as generals from other countries or warchiefs of foreign tribes.

Surely each of them has their own story.

I wasn’t doing this to relieve the grudges of those ghosts.

All I wanted to do was to use all my skills as a necromancer to defeat a man named Tairn.

“Amazing.”

That’s why I couldn’t help but admire it honestly.

To protect the kingdom of griffins, the figure of accepting the grudge of countless dead with all its body.

It reminded me of Atlas, a giant in mythology who supports the sky.

cooong.

Suddenly.

His steps have reached a far end.

The look of him standing in front of me in the middle of the day was so miserable that there was no such thing as it was.

The armor and staff were all shattered, and the mana that was focused on defense was already empty.

Sweat and blood were stained, and the expression that the tanned body was in tatters was perfect.

“The kingdom… … for.”

His thick fists with trembling hands lightly touch my chest.

With a throat that seemed to be covered with dust, he spat out a single word.

“Execution, execution… … .”

The clothes were stained and stained with blood.

fluff.

That was it.

one time after all.

Having touched me just once, he knelt down and bowed his head.

Only the faint breathing signaled that he was still alive.

His limp body signaled that he had passed out.

A quiet desolation looms.

The sorcerer judges, the judge’s subordinates, who were watching the execution rushed out.

The expressions on their faces conveyed awe and respect, and some were weeping profusely.

Even against the powerful black magician called the evil of the kingdom, they seemed quite emotional when they saw their captain who did not back down an inch.

chuck.

Let someone start saluting the referee.

chuck chuck chuck

Others continue to salute him in awe.

Even in a situation of crisis, without forgetting one’s position. It was definitely worth saying that he was noble because he carried through his convictions and justice he believed in.

I, too, put my hand on my chest and bow.

“Your conviction, I saw it well.”