The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 184: The Savior (1)

Chapter 184: The Savior (1)

When asked if he wanted to die, the necromancer couldn’t answer.

He was completely frozen, overwhelmed by the killing intent.

‘Or is he just in shock because his ambush failed?’

Well, it was understandable. After all, I had just wiped out thirty undead in one go.

Although he now had a justifiable reason to kill him, Ryu Min didn’t plan to do so right away.

‘The necromancer still has value. It would be a waste to kill him now.’

After the eleventh round, someone will approach the necromancer with a proposal.

They’ll want to form a coalition organization called ‘Messiah.’

‘To make connections with those guys, I need to keep the necromancer alive.’

Besides, there will be times in the twelfth round when the necromancer’s summoning skills will be necessary.

Using him then would make clearing the round much easier.

Not knowing that Ryu Min had no intention of killing him, the necromancer was extremely tense.

– I must kill him. If I stay still, I’ll die.

Although he could read his thoughts, Ryu Min pretended not to notice and continued to threaten him.

“Why aren’t you answering? Do you really want to die…”

At that moment, the necromancer pointed his staff at Ryu Min.

Instead of answering, he used the ‘Corpse Resurrection’ skill.

“Graaaah…”

When he turned his head, Douglas, who had been lying like a corpse, was standing as if he had never died.

Snap!

The zombie-like figure reset his broken neck to its original position, startling Christine.

It wasn’t a mere spiritual undead.

It was a true undead with a physical form.

Unlike spiritual undead, true undead are immune to magical damage.

‘Does he think that because I’m a mage, summoning that thing will help?’

Ryu Min chuckled at the thought.

It seemed like the necromancer intended to deal with him using just one undead, but it was a futile effort.

“Dawn’s Break…”

Smack!

Douglas was trying to use a skill, but his head burst before he could finish.

Swoosh! Thud!

Ryu Min’s scythe, which had extended, returned to its original position.

“…”

The necromancer’s face was filled with shock, as he hadn’t expected the scythe to extend.

“You thought you could defeat me with just that? Even if you summoned dozens more, the result would be the same.”

“Who the hell are you… Argh!”

The necromancer screamed as Ryu Min mercilessly cut off one of his arms.

“You’re off balance. Let me cut the other one.”

Before he could say anything, his other arm was also severed.

“Argh! Argh!”

Next was his left leg.

Thud!

“You’re off balance again? Then…”

He neatly cut off the right leg as well.

“Argh!”

With his limbs severed, the necromancer looked like he was about to die.

As Ryu Min moved his scythe threateningly again,

“Wait! Please, don’t kill him!”

Christine’s plea made Ryu Min halt his scythe.

He didn’t intend to kill him in the first place.

“Why are you stopping me?”

“His subordinates are fighting our comrades nearby. If we take him alive, it might stop the fight.”

“So you want to use him as a hostage to end the fight?”

“Please. I’m worried about my comrades.”

Seeing her earnest plea, Ryu Min had no choice but to lower his scythe.

‘The fight is already over, though.’

With his clairvoyance, Ryu Min had already assessed the situation on the other side.

The followers of the saintess had been defeated.

They were all killed, leaving only about 170 of the necromancer’s followers.

Unaware of this, Christine still believed she could save them.

‘Since I wasn’t planning to kill him anyway.’

Ryu Min nodded, pretending to grant her request.

“If you insist.”

A warm light emanated from his hand, enveloping the necromancer’s severed stumps.

The blood that was gushing out like a faucet stopped, and the necromancer’s complexion, which was at the brink of death, eased.

The emergency treatment saved the necromancer.

“I’ll show mercy and spare your life.”

“…”

“Next time, you better watch your mouth when you meet someone new. You might run into a psycho like me.”

Even though he had regained consciousness, the necromancer didn’t think of responding.

He was only thinking about reattaching his limbs when he got the chance.

“You won’t need this anymore, right?”

Crackle!

To prevent any useless thoughts, Ryu Min burned the remaining severed limbs.

Seeing his chance fly away, the necromancer’s face turned pale.

Unable to gain any points, he could only desperately hope for his team’s victory.

Well, as long as he survives this round, his body will return to normal.

“Is this enough? I didn’t kill him, right?”

When Ryu Min looked back and asked, Christine bowed her head.

“Thank you.”

Then she glared at the necromancer with a hostile look.

“I’m taking you to where your followers are. When we get there, tell them to stop fighting immediately.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll kill you.”

“Hmph…”

Although he scoffed, the necromancer couldn’t take Christine’s words lightly.

With no limbs, he couldn’t defend himself against even a child’s attack.

Besides, Christine’s eyes didn’t seem to be joking.

She seemed determined.

“What will you do? Will you die by my hand now, or will you go to stop the fight?”

“I’ll… stop the fight.”

As Christine got the necromancer’s agreement and tried to lift him,

“Wait.”

Ryu Min pulled Christine toward him.

He sensed a presence, thanks to his perception skill.

Using his clairvoyance, he saw a group of thirty people approaching.

They were the church of despair’s followers.

“Get behind me.”

“Huh? What’s going on all of a sudden…”

Christine soon saw the approaching group and quietly hid behind Ryu Min.

“Master! Master… Ah!”

The approaching followers were horrified to see their master with severed limbs.

They all glared at Ryu Min and Christine.

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