Chapter 140. Holy water is the best for cleaning the undead. (2)
“It looks unnecessarily holy.”
One of the soldiers muttered blankly.
The undead that were swept away by the rain of arrows were purified one after another.
It was quite exhilarating to see the rain of arrows pushing sideways sweeping away the undead every time the aim of the large arrow was shifted to the side little by little.
The soldiers who suffered from the undead were smiling brightly one by one.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! That's ugly!”
Some missed it, but it didn't matter too much.
They didn't show any signs of being wary of wasting artificial holy water.
It is their homeland that produces this artificial holy water.
Therefore, unlike other countries, artificial holy water could be used without hesitation.
In other countries, even though it was provided for money.
It was thanks to Arel, who said that he would provide it to his country at a low price and without restrictions.
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The total number of undead, which had reached about 400,000, had decreased to about 100,000 in less than a week.
Citizens and soldiers of each country cheered for this fact, but some had to cry.
“shit!! Why is it that the army of the dead in this body cannot stand up to the army of only living humans!!”
A black magician who commands all undead.
He gritted his teeth as his proud army was being cleared in an instant.
According to the original plan, the undead army he sent by now gradually increased the number of victims, and eventually he had to drag out the important kings of each country and bring them before him.
“It's been a long-cherished wish...
with the hateful royal family.
Drive out the wizards of each Mage Tower who look down on them.
They are opening the era of the Dark Church, an organization of black magicians.
for that.
More than anything else, in order to enjoy the honor of opening the new era himself, he has spent decades preparing an undead army like today.
“Where did you go wrong! It must have been the perfect plan!”
But what does this mean now?
Apparently, not too long ago, those proud knights were terrified by the attack of the undead.
It was only a few days ago that I watched it from afar and was thrilled to put it on.
But now, isn't everyone starting a counterattack with that bastard's artificial holy water?
“How on earth did you mass-produce it?”
I had thought about coming up with countermeasures against the undead.
As she has been obsessed with black magic all her life, she is naturally aware of her weaknesses.
Although the existence of the Seongguk bothered them, they probably couldn't afford to purify an army of over 400,000.
Anyway, there are only one or two countries that can be saved anyway.
While they fought with all their might, the original plan was to capture the rest of the country and increase their forces to crush them.
Even if the saintess went directly, it was judged that there would be no problem.
However, there was a guy who came up with a countermeasure from an unexpected place.
The Ernesia Kingdom, the origin of the artificial holy water, was not even approached by the Undead.
As soon as they showed up a little bit, they threw a bucket of water from a long distance and poured it on them, so they had no resilience to deal with.
“Yes, man…. When Ernesia Arel heard who created the artificial holy water, he growled every day as if Arell was chewing it by calling his name.
This is all because of the artificial holy water created by that person named Arell.
Only one boy ruined everything.
At that fact, he chewed his hatred and let go of his anger, but that doesn't change the reality.
Even now, you can know in real time that the undead under his control are being purified.
“I can't stand still like this!”
He took command of the remaining undead again, trying to somehow avoid being purged.
However, it is impossible not to be nervous because he knows the best.
“If things go on like this…
I couldn’t bear to say what would happen after this.
There have already been signs that each country is starting to operate a search party to find the culprit who caused this incident.
Even the mage tower wizards of each country are chasing him.
If the undead army that still remained was destroyed, it would be an instant to be surrounded.
“Do you know how to stand still?...
He gnashed his teeth again and gathered mana to somehow avoid this situation.
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As the number of undead decreased to less than 100,000, each country left only a certain number of defenses and began organizing and operating troops to eradicate the undead in earnest and find and punish the mastermind, the black magician.
Wizards dispatched from each Mage Tower had already established a strategy to surround and destroy the remaining undead in cooperation with the army, and were also selecting candidates for the hideout of the black magician who would be hiding among the undead.
“Currently, the remaining undead are concentrated to protect the warlock. Therefore, it is judged that it is right for us to gradually narrow the encirclement through close cooperation.”
The warlock had no choice but to hide, using the undead as a shield.
“Even a warlock with great power has nothing to fear if that proud undead is wiped out. Now is the time to tear him apart.”
According to the opinions of the wizards belonging to the Mage Tower, each country sent troops to deal with the Undead Extermination Corps and the Black Wizard to form an alliance.
First, the plan is to continue to annihilate all the undead and then narrow the siege to find and kill the black magician as well.
“I will definitely find the heinous black magician who dared to use the corpses of his comrades-in-arms to perform evil tricks and make them pay for it!”
Their anger was so high that it seemed to pierce the sky.
“I will definitely find that bastard and tear him to death!!”
Shouting loudly, they advanced.
“A warlock or something, it must be wrong to even take care of my own life now.”
Upon hearing the news that a full-scale subjugation party had been organized, I quietly wished the black magician to rest in peace.
Please shut up and go to hell.
Dia also nodded as if it were natural.
“It is certain that it will be torn into at least seven pieces. And I will burn it so that it will never be resurrected, and I will scatter it in each sea.”
Dia's poignant comments.
As expected, it is an extremely ordinary wizard-like sensibility, just like an ordinary wizard who hates black wizards.
I smiled and agreed.
“however? seven pieces? Aren't there six pieces? Limbs.... Body Head... Huh?
Six?”
“The waist and upper body are separated again.”
“Aha, I didn’t know that.”
....Someday, when I meet a human called the Tower Master, I want to ask him why the enemy of the black magicians is like this.
It's terrifying.
Well, not just the magician, but everyone was angry about this incident, so at least seven pieces could be seen as a natural retribution.
This is why you can't pull aggro without thinking.
It is the providence of the world that if a war is waged against even one country, it may end up sacrificing its own head if it makes a mistake.
However, because he only caused an undead uprising, he was so energetic that he stirred up all the neighboring countries.
I don't have to explain how stupid he is.
‘It's only a matter of time until this situation is over.'
Currently, there are less than 100,000 undead remaining.
Originally, this would be a lot.
Now, I continue to sell holy water to the allied subjugation party and supply it steadily.
Even though it is undead, it has full resistance to all kinds of attacks, such as physical slashing.
If you only attack with weak points, 100,000 or 1,000,000 isn't scary.
That's why you need to create a proper strategy.
After all, if you sprinkle holy water once, they will fall down, so what does the number matter?
“What should I do with the letter of protest sent directly to Mr. Allel from the Holy Kingdom?”
“Ignore it.
I said I would not read neatly and proudly.
It's obvious what will be written anyway.
I'm sure I've written only things that annoy me to read.
“Or is there a reason I should notice them?”
” doesn't exist.”
Dia said.
“At least they can't say anything about Arell's achievements. Things that don't know the subject.”
“Well… it’s not even an achievement. In the first place, their protests are meaningless.
That’s why you only send fan letters to me personally.”
In any case, it doesn't matter if you respond to the Holy Land later.
Because it's not that important to me.
It is not yet time.
“Continue ignoring the correspondence from the Holy Land.”
“yes.”
What I'm paying attention to right now is how this undead incident will end.
“What does Dia think as a mage? Will the culprit end up being dragged out and executed in public?”
“…is this your honest opinion?”
“Yeah, fair opinion as a mage to the end.”
Let me smile and ask you to think.
Dia seemed to think seriously for a while, but didn't say anything.
“…It looks like it will struggle unexpectedly.”
“Hey”? Why do you think so?”
I'm not asking because I don't know.
It was to induce Dia to make a judgment about the magician who caused this incident with her own objective point of view.
It seems that wizards from the Mage Tower have been given some sort of mental training to emotionally oppose warlocks from a long time ago.
However, it is difficult if the person working under me has a habit of judging with such colored glasses.
Even if it's an enemy since ancient times, you have to judge it with a calm and fair gaze so that you don't make a mistake later.
“I don’t like it, but… that warlock is the one who commanded 400,000 undead.”
“yes.”
“I don’t have much knowledge in necromancy, but I read a book where it was stated that 30,000 is the limit for the undead that can be commanded with the mana of a standard 7th class wizard.”
“Hmm, that’s correct.”
It means that the personal pure mana is that much.
It could be supplemented with magic stones or other expedients, but that's about it.
“I don't know how, but there's a chance that the warlock possesses enormous power.”
“Then do you think you won’t be able to catch it?”
“no. You will struggle...but you will get caught in the end.”
No matter how strong you are, in the end you will bump into your human limits.
It would either self-destruct due to the limits of its endurance or output, or it would exhaust itself and fall into someone else's hands.
I praised Dia's judgment as it was, saying it was the correct answer.
‘Yes, I will collapse eventually.'
Unless the black magician gave up meekly, he would resist at least, and of course a battle would break out.
However, the number of allied forces is not formidable.
If so, there will be quite a fierce battle.
But in the end, that's all.
If you keep pushing into the war of attrition and steadily attacking, it is already a known fact that you will subdue that warlock.
Dagul is the best tactic.
I know the fear well because I was victimized when I was a child.
The thrill was truly amazing when I was surrounded by a large army that looked pitch-black after running amok, saying that there was nothing scary in the world.
Even now, when I think of it, it is a terrible memory.
That warlock or whatever should learn a good lesson soon.
‘...Well, it's a black magician.'
I put my chin on my chin and thought quietly.
‘Is it a waste to just sit still?'