The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Chapter 199: The Corpse Queen (4)

Chapter 199: The Corpse Queen (4)

"...ahhhhhh?

Vikir expressed his disbelief through his mask.

The undead in front of him was skeletal, but clearly had brown skin and flowing hair that was a mixture of silver and black hair.

Moreover, the tattoos on its body were unmistakably Balak's.

Ahheman, the Shaman of Balak.

A black mage of considerable distinction, born of the shamanic tribe Rokoko.

Yes, he was definitely dead.

He was crushed and shattered by Iliad's battle with Vikir, and eventually burned to death at the hands of his own people.

But his gritty life force.

And the tenacity, inferiority complex, grief, anger, jealousy, despair, greed, frustration, and hatred that he harbored to the very end have brought him to this place as an undead.

Now there is no native shaman who was once so ancient and honored.

[ttagag- ttagagag- ttag!]

However, only the undead, whose only way to express themselves is by clashing their teeth, remain ugly.

Meanwhile.

The Corpse Queen looked at the lich she had created from the corpse of Ahheman and said.

[The corpse of a black mage, picked up relatively recently, a good thing from the depth of the Black & Red Mountain].

Ahheman was an ugly twisted creature on the inside, but otherwise a formidable force to be reckoned with in terms of qualities and talents, comparable to Morg Adolf.

He would have been a formidable foe, even for a Vikir, if he had focused on the ways of the Mage from an early age instead of trying to impersonate a warrior.

But he was eventually consumed by the Abyss, unable to overcome the inferiority complex and sense of victimization that consumed his soul.

The classic case of a talented, perverse mage being consumed by the Abyss of Magic. That is the Lich.

[ttagag- ttag- ttattag-]

A skeleton whose lips had rotted away, leaving his teeth and rotten gums exposed, Ahheman could only grind his teeth together to make a sound, unable to speak, as if he had lost all sense of self.

He was a faithful puppet, doing the Corpse Queen's will.

"Why is Ahheman's body here when it should be in the Black & Red Mountain?

Vikir pondered for a moment.

After all, hadn't a knight from Don Quixote's Family been a puppet of Dantalian's not too long ago?

Furthermore, Staffordshire of the Baskervilles, Mozgus of the Quovadis, and Rose of the Morg had all fallen prey to the demon as living corpse puppets.

This should come as no surprise, as collecting corpses and turning them into puppets is the demon's specialty.

Vikir didn't have time to ponder this.

[ttag- ttagag- ttagagag-]

The sound of teeth and jawbone colliding is loud.

Ahheman's lich shifted, and an unpleasant aura began to fill the air.

Tsutsutsutsutsuts...

The bones began to move again.

Vikir narrowed his eyes.

Ahheman's specialty in life had been playing with the dead.

And now that he was a Lich, the stench was even more vile, threatening the entire battlefield.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A black air currents rushed around Ahheman, and the dead around him came back to life.

Surprisingly, even Ephebo, Pedo, and Hebe, who had been killed by Vikir earlier against the Dantalians, came back to life.

[grrr...]

[giggle- giggle-]

[Swoosh! Swoosh!]

Unlike Geronto, who was brought back to life with a clean look, Ephebo, Pedo, and Hebe were in a state of disrepair.

But Vikir soon realized that they didn't need to be restored to good looks.

Pow! Woodchuck!

He waved his hand, and the three undead began to merge into one.

The bodies of Hebe, Ephebo, and Pedo merged into one, each compensating for a missing body part.

Danger rating: A+.

Size: 8 meters

Found in: Nine Heaven's Tomb

-Nicknamed the 'Giant of the Flesh Wall'.

A golem made from the flesh of once living things. Miscellaneous meat is made by lumping meat together like clay and roughly imitating the shape of a human being, with almost no trace of the original material remaining.

They are filthy, unclean, and unholy, but their power is said to be real.

Another higher undead has arisen.

Powerful limbs sprouted from its sturdy flesh, and its gnarled, distorted face lifted its head to glare at Vikir.

[ttagag- ttag!]

[Gurgle... gurgle-]

The lich and the ragged golem surround Vikir.

At the same time, the dark spear summoned by the lich and the fist of the raggedy golem flew at the same time.

"...hmm."

Two A+ Danger Classes would be a difficult opponent for even Vikir to deal with.

Moreover, the Lich and the Rags Golem were both high-level creatures that were difficult to figure out how to defeat at this point, so Vikir had no choice but to keep retreating.

By this time, the Corpse Queen's infernal fire had begun to burn.

Quack, quack, quack!

A spear of fire flew out and caught Vikir off guard.

The ground that the spear sliced through was immediately transformed into a long lava tube that began to bubble and boil.

[Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!]

The raggedy golem began to press down on Vikir with its massive bulk.

The Lich of Ahheman also summoned black flames, grinding his teeth and jawbone together.

Vikir fires back with arrows, but is unable to land a critical hit on the Corpse Queen due to the meat shield the Rags Golem creates as it throws its entire body at him.

Then, the Corpse Queen and the two high-ranking undead under her command began to prepare for the final blow.

The dark clouds in the sky swirled and ominous mana pulsed.

And Vikir had a hunch.

'Fighting with only a bow has its limits.'

The Corpse Queen can create fire spears and deadpools to intercept enemies at a distance.

The Lich, too, can use the roots of plants pulled from the depths of hell to attack enemies from a distance, while the Ragged Golem can use its large, tough body to block attacks from the opposite direction.

In the end, the power of the Black Bow Anubis alone can only do so much.

Vikir is just about to draw his sword.

[Hmph-]

The wrist of his left hand suddenly feels empty.

Turning his head, he sees the hatchling on the ground, running wildly into the distance.

Didn't they say that animals sense danger in advance?

Like a rat running away from a shipwreck or a catfish swimming to another river to escape an earthquake, the cub had left Vikir's body.

A pet leaving its owner in a life-or-death situation?

It was a deeply ominous sign, but Vikir turned his head unconcerned.

"...Yes. You should live."

No need to get caught up in someone else's fight.

This cub has just hatched from an egg, so it will still have a long life ahead of it.

'It'll be a long time before it grows up to be as big as its mother.'

One concern was that there would be space in this Imperial City for him to forage and stay warm.

'Please, stay out of sight of humans and survive to the end.'

Vikir tore his gaze away from the retreating cub and turned back to the corpse queen.

yet.

[...Die, barbarian].

The corpse queen raised a black sun above her head.

The infernal flames bubbled and boiled like oil.

A black aerola stretched out like a coiled snake.

"...."

Vikir crouched low to the ground where the pillar of frightening flames fell.

Kiriririk-quack!

The black vines of the Infernal Tree that Lich had summoned and the giant hands of the Ragged Golem had sealed off Vikir's escape route.

Vikir gritted his teeth.

'Truly rotten. King of Corpses.'

Even though it was only half a human, its power was immense.

However, Vikir did not back down either.

Go-o-o-o-o...

Having already killed Andromalius and Dantalian, the experience imprinted on his body and soul accelerated the mana coursing through his veins, harder and faster.

Baskerville Seventh Formula.

A small but distinct seventh tooth in the aura of a Peak Graduator.

Purr-.

Vikir drew the magic sword Beelzebub from his wrist and swung it lightly once.

The seemingly insignificant movement, like the flapping of a butterfly's wings, instantly created a tremendous ripple.

Kurrrrrr!

Spinning in a circle at high speed, the aura storm soon formed a sphere, emitting a blinding red light.

A black aura sun rested on the tip of a tall sword, preparing to descend.

At the same time.

Quack, quack, quack!

The Infernal Tree summoned by the lich, the body of the rag golem, and the aura emitted by Vikir clashed head-on.

The shredded roots of the Infernal Tree and the body of the Ragged Golem.

The seven teeth of the night hound gathered together in the shape of a sphere and soon viciously attacked everything that stood in their way.

And the final battle is the Black Sun summoned by the Corpse Queen.

Uh-oh!

Vikir's crimson sun and the corpse queen's black sun clashed together to form a penumbra.

The half-destroyed buildings were completely destroyed.

Stone shattered into sand, and sand boiled.

Steel rebar melted like cheese in the hot winds blowing from the center of the collision.

Everything was falling to pieces on the battlefield.

"...!"

Vikir suddenly saw something strange.

It was the eyes of the Corpse Queen.

The corpse queen's red eyes shining through her skull helmet.

Morg Snake, who was supposed to be the Corpse King. Those eyes that were so different, yet somehow so familiar.

[...!?]

Her eyes glowed with the reflection of the magic sword that was emanating from Vikir's hand and the aura it carried.

And at the same time.

[... Now, wait a minute!]

The Corpse Queen cried out when she saw Vikir's aura.

Her tone was both urgent and desperate.