Knights, Let’s Smash Them

113 – You’re a Padrip (7)

“f*ck.”

“f*cked.”

Me and Pyrhak spat out swear words almost simultaneously. In the end, what was feared happened. I could only have resurrected the remains of the real gold dragon in the meantime.

“I should have made a stronger claim to the children of the Imperial Office.”

“If you regret it now, nothing will change! Get your mind right, you asshole! There is no one here who can fix the situation but you!”

I was about to be stunned at the sight of the Bone Dragon spewing out the chilly breath of cold air, so Pyrhak exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.

“It must be a bone dragon. Not a black dragon! Of all the dragons you fought, you are the weakest!”

I bit my lip.

The Bone Dragon belongs to the highest rank among the undead that exist in the world, but it has not been able to overcome the innate weakness of the undead.

The point was that it was particularly vulnerable to divine power and fire property attacks.

“Yes. You are right. Thanks…… !”

Fortunately, our forces are all knights who have awakened mana.

There is an elven spirit knight who boasts an excellent connection with the spirit, an adventurer, Pyrhak, and, above all, the fire dragon, Persuscaron.

It’s worth it.

It is too early to give up already.

“But even with bone dragons, how should we deal with those undead first?”

Lucy’s mother, who had already been humiliated, was arguing with Persuscaron. The black magicians probably didn’t know that the real red dragon was coming.

However, the real threat we are facing now is the large army of undead that rushes towards the village like a tidal wave, just as Pirhak said.

It’s not just zombies, skeletons and ghouls.

Durahan in Death Knight.

A corpse giant was also vaguely visible, and there were a few ‘Chimeras’ made with medium-level monsters such as ogres.

The baby found in Baron Kirten was really just a bait.

‘We have already exceeded the level that the vigilantes can respond to. It’s to the point where even the corps has to gather all the troops in Rupel Manor…… !’

In a hopeless situation, his head began to spin rapidly.

Meticulously judge the current situation and draw the best strategy.

If you can manipulate the remains of a dragon with pure magic without any tricks, the level of the black magician hiding under the mine must be extremely high.

Perhaps you can summon an undead at the level of the Death Knight without much difficulty.

The Snow Leopard Knights may have the upper hand at first, but the moment they enter the war of attrition, they are at a disadvantage.

And attrition warfare was the type of battle that black magicians like me wanted.

Because all the bastards called drinkers are eating popcorn from the rear as if watching a fire across the river.

Then there is only one way.

“It ends with a quick fight. Get close to the mine.”

I commanded Pyrhak, who was spinning around in the sky.

“What…… ? Are you going to dig that road alone? Are you crazy?”

“No, I’m not even sleeping. I can assure you, the boundary on the mine side will be rather loose.”

All the warlocks I’ve met have been extremely efficient. Since the undead were scattered around the forest and village, paradoxically, there is a high probability that they did not even pay attention to the boundaries of the mine where magicians exist.

“Besides, didn’t the red dragon suddenly appear? Maybe the head of the warlock was also quite surprised? I wouldn’t even care if one of me slipped into the mine.”

“Crazy bastard.”

“Did you see me fighting a no-win fight? Rather than dragging the time and missing the timing, please let me down quickly.”

I said, meticulously examining the knots on the scabbard.

“Now you have a real black fox.”

“What the f*ck.”

Pirhaq said that and lowered the wyvern’s flag.

The lush trees are getting closer and closer, and the disgusting magic that is unique to black magicians is vividly felt on the skin.

I took a deep breath.

A kind of self-suggestion made to oneself right before going into battle.

‘Master, please help me one more time.’

Then slowly draw out the sword.

I rolled my eyes up and down and aligned the blade of my sword in a straight line in the center of my line of sight.

And then.

“I’m coming.”

I jumped off the wyvern without hesitation.

***

Dark magic.

The weak reject this as a taboo, but in fact, black magic was the truth that was so close to the power of the ‘god’ that humans worshiped so much.

Magi gives birth to a new life, a monster.

Give strength to overcome those who are frustrated.

The true meaning of knowledge is given to those who seek knowledge.

If this isn’t the power of God, what is it?

In the end, Ronald Draco, the Second Order of the Blue Cross, sincerely believed that warlocks were essentially no different from those lateran swindlers called priests.

How could he, who was just a street vagrant, rise to the position of a mid-level executive in an organization called the Blue Cross?

It is because he himself was chosen.

Also, it was because I believed in that choice without questioning it.

“We are now on the verge of fulfilling our cause.”

“Thelema!”

At Ronald’s words, twelve people wearing black hoods responded as if in chorus.

“I don’t know why the red dragon appeared, but it went well. The moment this spell is completed, the newly descended god will devour that dragon!”

The rituals they prepared here were not ordinary black magic.

Drank.

To be precise, it was a ritual to descend an artificial god.

One day, Ronald, who was making a chimera as always, questioned the existence of ‘God’.

From noble mtl dot com.

A chimera has the property of always being stronger than the original creature.

Then, what would happen if dragons, elves, and outstanding heroes of each race were made as sacrifices to create a chimera?

If successful, wouldn’t it be possible to create an artificial god that even the First Order said was impossible?

I was thinking that if others heard it, they would immediately stick out their tongues saying they were crazy.

Ronald Draco was completely obsessed with a question that suddenly popped up, and even when the world was buzzing with things like grand expeditions and demon lords, he was only immersed in the descent of demons.

Demon King?

It’s called that name, but in the end, it’s just a boss that boasts a slightly stronger and wider influence, isn’t it?

In the end, it was no different than saying that he hadn’t reached the realm of his god, so Ronald sneered and concentrated more on his research.

There were a total of three offerings that were selected over several decades.

An elf that is said to live for an eternity, eventually reconciling with a spirit and disappearing.

A human who, despite having the body of the weakest race, transcended and reached the pinnacle of a field after painstaking efforts.

Lastly, the dragon, considered the greatest of all races, the manager and coordinator of the world.

However, rather than bringing elves or human heroes, the most problematic part was the dragon.

In fact, even if the other sacrifices were less formal, the dragon, which would occupy the center of the ceremony, had to be the most formal among them.

As a result, Ronald decided to find the Ardaros dragon that ate the once living legend, Orgius, the dragon knight.

After several years of searching, they succeeded in finding the last sacrifice, the nest of the gold dragon.

I never dreamed that it would be in a secluded rural village called Tiffen Village, on the outskirts of the empire.

“Prepare the ceremony.”

At Ronald’s words, one of the disciples threw off his robe and tore his stomach open.

Then the elf, whose entire body was bound, fell from the body.

“Huh…… !! Town…… !! Ugh!!!”

It was an elf brought directly from the great forest to the west.

Her heart, connected to her great lineage, would be perfect to use as a material for her god.

“To be able to offer sacrifices on the altar.”

The disciple who ripped open the stomach nodded and, as if asking for something like that, casually lifted the elf and began to tie it up on the altar again.

She was the one who vigorously shook her head and resisted.

Realizing that she was already meaningless, she just shed her transparent tears.

“What should I do with the other offerings?”

“…… That is no longer needed Let’s turn them into suitable undead.”

“Okay.”

Then it was the human hero’s turn.

An undefeated gladiator who won victories against all kinds of races. He was brought from the land of the distant eastern desert.

But he was not chosen.

“What…… What are you doing! Rather, rather kill…… !! Let me die as a human! aaa!!”

My joints twist and my skin melts.

In an instant, the growing bones broke through the flesh and covered the body like a piece of armor.

The ‘Overlord’, an advanced undead.

It was a powerful undead by itself, but the reason why Ronald did not use the hero-level personnel he had saved as a sacrifice was no other reason.

Because I ‘unexpectedly’ found a more formal offering than that.

“But second order. Wouldn’t it be necessary to call the bone dragon that is rampaging outside right now?”

“Leave it that way. After all, the ceremonial circle has been completed throughout the region.”

“…… It means that you will make sacrifices with other miscellaneous things that have flocked to subdue. I was amazed.”

Anyway, it is a ritual to reach the realm of the gods.

Aside from the sacrifices that serve as the base, more sacrifices are needed to increase the success rate of the ritual.

That’s why I deliberately created a large-scale undead to drag aggro throughout the area.

In addition to the soldiers stationed nearby, the knights with higher value arrived faster than expected.

Even if I waited a little longer, the conditions would not be better than now.

Yes.

If only I could activate the spell.

“What are you admiring, you crazy bastards?”

“?”

“What is it?”

The eyes of the warlocks turned all at once to the unfamiliar voice that came through clearly.

The voice came from a small passage leading to the bottom floor of the mine.

At the end was a man who was breathing heavily.

“…… Did you come all the way here without touching any guards?”

We’ve placed alert zombies that react sensitively to vitality, along with deadly traps that can turn a moderately human into an undead just by touching them.

Did the person in front of you destroy all the traps by himself?

As Ronald looked at him in disbelief, Lubern Alroy straightened his sword and replied.

“Even though my strength is a bit laggy, my speed is really top-notch, right? It means all agility.”

“All agility…… ?”

“But it was more garbage than I thought. I can’t use it properly when it’s not like this.”

“You bastard, what are you talking about…… !”

Afraid to question it, a dagger pierced the brow of the warlock standing to the side.

A warlock who couldn’t even scream and returned to death by pouring out blood.

“……!?”

When those who judged that it was not normal tried to respond.

“So, I’ll warm up after a while. “

It was right after it was already too late.