Why I Quit Being the Demon King

Chapter 81

Why I Quit Being the Demon King Chapter 81

19. Fighting the Walking Corpse (2)

“Zeke!”

“Don’t overdo it, Senpai! Even if you are a senior, get out!”

“Don’t be silly and take my shield!”

“That’s impossible.”

Zeke smiled softly.

His smile filled Lexia with sad anger.

I was angry at my own helplessness. Although he boasted that he was an

A-ranker, he actually only received help from Zeke.

In Zeke’s hand, there was only a half-sword. Still, he hasn’t given up yet.

I don’t know where I picked it up, but I was swinging one of the skeleton’s shin bones like a club and breaking the skull’s head.

Of course, that did not mean that the war situation would improve, but thanks to his struggles, Lexia was able to regain her composure.

Meanwhile, the village chief, who was watching Zeke and Lexia from afar, clicked his tongue

.

I never thought it would last this long.

It was almost midnight now.

After midnight, the sacrificial ritual had to start again from the beginning.

The village chief took out a small bead from inside his sleeve.

About 1/3 of the room was filled with purple smoke.

That smoke is none other than the soul of the commander.

It was a type of energy that made the undead move.

Tonight alone,

I consumed 30% of the souls I had collected over the course of a month.

It was because those two warriors slaughtered too many undead.

To waste so many necromancers just to catch two A-class and B-class heroes…

the loss was enormous.

“What are you doing! Bind them quickly! “There’s less than an hour left until midnight!”

The attacks of the undead became more fierce.

Zeke and Lexia gritted their teeth and blocked them.

The good news among the misfortunes was that they didn’t seem to have any intention of killing the two people.

To be exact, the correct answer would be that I have no intention of killing him here since I will be offering him up as a sacrifice.

When Zeke found out about this, he ignored his defense and swung his sword and thigh bone wildly.

It was an amazing thing.

An unexpected sword strike stretched out from my hand.

I searched my memory to see where I learned it, and it turned out to be the Hollybitch family’s swordsmanship.

Obviously, it evolved to only deal with giant monsters, so it was useless against human-shaped monsters like skeletons… but it

expanded as it wanted.

What I learned from Scatul was the advanced theory of swordsmanship.

Even if I continued to attend the warrior school, these were things I needed to learn in a master’s course at university or higher.

It was still at the level of memorization, but as the situation became so urgent, theory and practice began to naturally fit together.

It didn’t necessarily have to be the Hollybitch family’s swordsmanship.

Any sword technique would have been several times more powerful if it were used in Zeke’s hands right now.

Because he was most familiar with it, he was practicing the Holy Bitch family’s swordsmanship.

As the power of the swordsmanship increased several times, the surrounding monsters fell like leaves in a cold wind. In an instant, 7 or 8 skeletons were scattered into pieces.

Zeke felt sorry for this situation.

If I had learned this sword technique yesterday, I wouldn’t have been in such trouble today.

I was so upset that the new power I had gained would be lost before it could bloom.

I cut down the surroundings in a trance.

I couldn’t even count how many skeletons I had torn apart and tore through the zombies.

Finally, the hand stopped.

I literally didn’t have the strength to even lift a finger…

It seemed like I had used up all my strength.

The sword slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground.

I was angry.

It’s weak.

If only he had as much power as Deus, or even half of it…

Zeke looked back at Lexia.

She was so tired now that she was moving sluggishly.

I didn’t want to think it was the end. Although there was not a glimmer of hope in sight, Zeke bent down again and reached for his sword. At

that

moment, the stars flashed and I lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, Zeke found himself tied up in front of a charnel house in a cemetery.

Lexia, who was held side by side, was still unconscious.

The back of my head was throbbing.

It looked like I had been hit with a club or something. It hurt like I was going to break.

But it wasn’t a situation where I was going to cry because my head hurt.

I saw an altar made of stone in front of me.

There are skeletons and zombies whirling around and screaming strangely.

At any time after that song is over, they will cut open the chests of both of them and pull out their hearts to perform a sacrificial ritual.

Through various adventures with Deus, Zeke gained a lot of experience.

In fact, there was no great danger because Deus was so strong, but I was thoroughly told how to deal with a crisis situation.

Take a look at yourself first.

If you are in a bad condition, it is better to pretend to be dead.

My physical condition was still bad, but

it wasn’t to the point where I gave up.

After that, I peeked around.

He had as blank a look as possible and his eyes were unfocused.

The number of undead is approximately 300.

Even after fighting for hours, there was still that much left.

On one side, I could see bones and pieces of meat piled up like a pile of trash.

I don’t know if he hasn’t been resurrected yet or if he will never wake up, but it doesn’t seem like he will get involved in the fight right away.

In that case, it would have been better to see that there were only 300 of them.

I saw an old zombie bowing in front of the altar.

It’s the village chief.

I haven’t had a full-scale fight with him yet, but since he was the leader of this group, there

was a high possibility that he would be stronger than the lich.

Considering that he was also troubled by Lich, it would be wiser to avoid engaging in combat with him.

Next to the chief, I saw some zombies who had held a banquet in the village.

His face looked ashen and corpse-colored, as if his makeup had been removed, but compared to the tattered moths, he looked closer to a human.

Their group also looked dangerous.

It was a given, but no one was as good as one.

I measured myself again.

Of course there are no weapons.

The shoe, protected by magic, was still on the foot, but the half-knife had disappeared somewhere.

I think I might be able to find a useful club from the pile of skulls over there… It wasn’t an easy story.

When all the moves were blocked and he was about to raise his hand, Zeke remembered one thing.

Even if your hands were tied and you had no weapons, there was a way to fight your enemy.

Magic.

I still only knew basic spells like firefly, but

if there was even a little hope, I was sure I could do magic.

I searched my mind for the magic I knew.

At times like this, I was fortunate to have graduated from elementary school. Although my level was low,

I had memorized quite a few spells.

I found an interesting spell.

Unlock.

As the name suggests, it was a magic that unlocked something.

Locked objects included not only locks but also knots.

I awakened the Manaring within my body.

A silver ring-like ring was located at each magic nodule, amplifying the spell.

I focused my attention on the knot on my wrist. The soft light smoothed the knot and unraveled the tangled strings.

It was a simple knot, but it took over a minute to untie.

It was because I was not familiar with magic.

Even after the rope was released, his hands remained bent back. In that position, Zeke untied all of Lexia’s knots.

The sacrificial ritual was still going on. It was truly painful to watch the disgusting dance of the undead.

Zeke looked blankly ahead as if he had lost consciousness, going through other spells in his head.

It was right then.

A soft laugh was heard from behind

.

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”

I turned my head with an ominous feeling.

The man there was none other than the lich Kelstum.

It seemed like he had been resurrected.

It was a natural thing. Because he was undead.

There was only one way to put the undead to sleep. The master who is using them must be killed.

Perhaps the being called Sadimus, who is sealed in that charnel house, is ministering to them.

“You can’t believe you’re preparing to escape using magic in a situation like this. You are truly unique. No, rather, he is the closest to a true hero…

Zeke sighed briefly.

“If I had known you were behind me, I wouldn’t have used magic hastily.”

“yes. Because I am a wizard. “If other guys had been watching you, you might not have been caught.”

” that’s right.”

“Sadimus will be very happy if I sacrifice you. “It ’s almost midnight now,

so it’s not far away.”

“Who on earth is Sadimus?”

“I’m going to die soon, so it might be okay to tell you. He is a great wizard. “He is also a colleague who fought the Demon King together with the warrior 1,000 years and 10 centuries ago.”

“A fellow member of the last-minute party?”

“Yes.”

The last man standing was different from an ordinary warrior.

The final task is to grow under the protection of angels in the destiny that God has foreshadowed for us.

If you think about it, the reason why so many Holly families competed with each other for 100 years was to create the last person from their own family.

The last person standing could actually obtain enormous wealth and fame.

Of course, I had to endure the enormous burden of having to fight the Demon King directly.

The last person standing was always destined to die. There is no way that a human could face the Demon King head-on and survive.

A being who naturally sacrifices himself for humanity. It was natural

to treat him appropriately .

There was no way his colleague was an ordinary being.

Wizard, Warrior, Holy Man? Healers, Rogues who grew up in the shadows, and beings like Shaman Druids who communicate with nature were all the most talented people of that century.

Sadimus also seemed to be a wizard who fought alongside the last man.

“I was cursed. It was hit by the sloth Seiton’s sickle and its flesh slowly rotted away. “To escape the pain worse than death, he

turned to forbidden magic.”

“Necromancy…

“Yes. “You have gained eternal life.”

“But it’s sealed now.”

“I received the jealousy of Seonghwangcheong. The Zodiac Knights of the Holy Emperor buried Sadimus deep in the nameless graveyard of his hometown and sealed him.”

Zeke looked at the graveyard.

After listening to his story, it was difficult to hate that Sadimus.

“It’s a sad story.”

“sad?”

“That is also the fate of a warrior. I did my best to save the world, but in the end, I was forgotten and trapped under this dark graveyard. “It’s not even his fault.”

“What a unique hero. “All of those who were sacrificed so far were struggling to save their lives.”

“Is there a system that will save your life if you beg and struggle?”

” does not exist.”

“Then you can’t do it. My father

always said. It is natural for humans to die. “I’m just afraid of not being able to die as a warrior.”

“It seems you were an outstanding warrior.”

“no. “He died of illness, so his wish could not be fulfilled.”

“Fate is always like that.”

Lich Kelstum looked at the sky. The positions of the stars began to align towards midnight.

“The festival begins.”

He smiled. Yellow teeth were exposed through a mouth that was torn to the cheek. At that moment, Zeke

lifted

Lexia onto his shoulder and started running.

Richie had no idea that Zeke would run away at this point.

I laughed out loud.

He curled his fingers, put them in his mouth, and whistled.

The undead instantly surrounded Zeke.

It was the moment when the final resistance was in vain.