V2 Chapter 201
The enraged Grakilis Chief swung his battle-ax again at Cian.
The latter simply jumped back slightly to avoid getting struck.
Kwahang!
As if an earthquake broke out, the spot where he stood on exploded in a shower of debris, as the monster’s battle axe slammed down, hard.
“…anger means nothing in a fight. Emotion only obstructs…that’s a basic thing, amateur!”
When he came into striking distance, Cian trampled down on the top of his foot and thrust him down on the ground before crushing his ankle.
The Grakilis Chief screamed in pain. And Cian watched with relished as the beast held its ankle in pain. He sneered. Grephal grunted and clenched his axe, still trying to stand up in desperation. But before he could even stood upright, Cian appeared beside it, and violently lashed his leg on the monster's exposed abdomen. The Grakilis Chief keeled over, breath almost stopped.
"You...you Monster!"
Grephal groaned in agony.
"A Monster suit me just fine,"
Cian slashed down his sword with a mischievous, however, it was blocked by Grephal's battleaxe.
“Still trying to hold on that pathetic life of yours?”
Crack!
The blade of the battleaxe started to crack, spreading like a fissure on the ground. It seems like it was not able to endure the onslaught of the [Imagis Realis]. Well, for this kind of weapon to hold its own against the demon sword this long, is already praiseworthy for the axe itself.
“Just…what are you?!”
The Grakilis Chief gnashed his teeth in frustration as he glared hatefully at Cian.
“...I am what the Gods have made me." he snickered in response. Then, he stared at Grephal and stared, "Actually, I wanted you in my ranks. Your will and ability impressed me. Too bad. Taming a wild beast takes too much time. And that is something I’m lacking right now…”
Crack! Baang!!
The battle-ax broke apart, crumbling to pieces. And Cian’s black sword stop at the monster’s throat, the latter had his eyes widened in shock and despair. His weapon breaking had already signified its defeat.
“Nevertheless, I thank you, truly, for this amusing farce. It somehow amused me,”
“YOU DAMN!! You, what did we do to you?! Why did you do this?!!”
“…Why you ask? You’ve made my friends suffer, and hence, your life is the price for it. When I’m gone, those girls of mine would have little protection, and I ain’t keeping a beast in my garden to nip on my limbs. Farewell, don’t blame me for it...because you deserve it.”
With those words said aloud, Cian’s eyes narrowed coldly and he slashed down his sword like an executioner in the gallows.
“This is just how the world works…
An unseen blade is more destructive than a visible gun.
“WRYYYYY!!!” (Can't help it...XD)
The Grakilis cried out, wanting to struggle. However, the blade was too fast and it slashed down his neck. Before the monster could close his eyes, the Grakilis Chief’s head dropped down in the ground, rolling, its one eye wide awake as it glared at Cian in hate and anger.
Cian swung down the blade on the side, throwing off the blood on its surface and slowly it wriggled covering his arms, turning into a black gauntlet.
With a turn, he started walking away, and towards the village.
“Rest in peace. You've earned it. You’ve given me a good fight… though it was hardly satisfying, it was still great nonetheless. Just next time, try to control your emotions. It only obstructs you in a fight…aah, such irony! Such a bizarre fate! Why did I have to kill him to save his soul!? Even sent to his death cursing the world, he had such pride! Don’t you also think so, Lamia… he was such a poor monster.”
Lamia, the small snake who was hanging on his neck even during the fight with a like-I-care attitude rolled her eyes.
She had never doubted his victory. Even against this small tribe, she was certain that Cian would be able to annihilate them all in an instant. Being with him these past few days, not once nor twice, but perhaps even a dozen times already did she became surprised on so many things about him, especially his power.
In fact, to Lamia, this farce should have ended easily.
Cian can kill them all with but a mere breath. There’s no point in all of this fighting as their fate has all been sealed in stone. And yet…
He did not.
This youth didn’t choose the easiest path—the path of mercy.
Maybe, if she was seeing a bloodied, desperate battlefield full of intense life-or-death fights, then she wouldn't have felt this way. But what she was seeing right now, even she felt somewhat bad.
That.
That was him just toying with his victims. Making them play roles just to amuse himself. It was like seeing a cat playing with a cornered rat. It was like seeing a lion slowly licking the baby deer trapped under its powerful paws.
Yes, he was simply toying with those monsters right now.
This youth, he was like the incarnation of the Devil.
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Pitiful…
Even she, whom they called the Tyrant Empress would cleave their heads without giving them false hope and foolish desire to win. She was not that bored enough to play pretend towards weaklings. That was her way of giving mercy.
And yet this man—this demon youth was completely different.
He was cold and brutal as the Undead King who hated all living beings. In fact, she can understand why the Undead King acts like that. But this devilish youth was not like that. He was a full-fledged living being. Yet how can he have the heart to play, and then utterly crush them in the end just to entertain himself. Does he have no heart?
To him, to this demon beast wearing human skin, perhaps, even the Chief of the Grakilis was like a toy.
How pitiful.
Lamia turned towards the Manticore who can rival even the greatest of her elites. They had always been one of the races that defied her rule and even remained untouchable even with her minions. This kind of monster, she stared at it with a somewhat complicated expression on her face.
After seeing Leona, the Manticore that seemed to be as strong and powerful as the Manticore King, and its unrepressed power, she had to rapidly revise her assessment of the youth who had made it submit to him, when even her, it’s something almost impossible.
This Manticore was such a terrifying creature, yet.
How strong did a man have to be, in order to thrash such a powerful creature into submission?
The old saying went that, the person seeing a tall mountain couldn't tell how tall it could actually be. Only the ones who attempted to climb it could tell how tall and dangerous the mountain was.
That's how the Lamia felt like right at this moment.
Vaguely acknowledging his strength and challenging that strength was two very different stories altogether.
'Have I ever seen this guy go all out even once before?' she couldn’t help but think.
There was no way she'd know.
After all, he was a guy who didn't seem all that dangerous. But, no one could tell just what he'd do if he got serious for once. Even dangerous monsters in this forest, magical beasts that possess the power to defy her rule was killed and become his meal.
In this forest, he was indeed an overlord.
Perhaps only she and those monsters standing on the same stage as her could rival against this youth.
Without them, he was certainly unstoppable.
… …
When Cian appeared, even those that were desperately fighting against the Manticore immediately stop and run away.
Their Chief had been killed so easily.
This monster is not something they could contend against!
Most people started shivering in fear.
There were even those who immediately prostrated in the ground, crying for forgiveness and mercy in their own language. Their once haughty and arrogant attitude had disappeared to who knows where only to be left by cowardice as they cowered and beg for mercy.
Cian’s cold gaze swept over, and those who were still grasping their weapons defiantly shivered in fear. Not enough… his lips curled upwards. These damn people still haven’t enough despair. Crush them so thoroughly that they would never even think of rebelling!
That was what he always did up until now.
His face darkened, and even the odd-colored eyes narrowed into slits. His right eye gleamed ominously and a jet-black mist came out from his body, covering his surroundings.
“…By the Mysteries of Death, the Coiling Dragon of Old. By Night and the Skull Wreathed in Roses, which is silence and beauty… I do rouse thee from thy slumber, tomb of darkness. I summon and call unto thee once again, serve thy new King and spread thy glory…and fear…!”
The jet-black mist began drawing various symbols and runes around him. Then, formed massive crimson-colored magic circled that expanded beneath his feet. All these strange and evil-looking symbols began to emit ominous rays of light as Cian waved his hands around like a conductor of a grand orchestra.
"Come out, come out. Arise and fight at my command! Make their screams resound as a testament to my power!"
Bureureu.
Vibrations arose from the ground. And then, suddenly under the horrified gazes of the people, in front of him, numerous bodies, the mangled corpses and dismembered bodies started to tremble and then, started rising from the ground. Although they have their blood spewing out like crazy on those horrible wounds, however, as the dark mist surrounded them, their flesh and blood withered until only skeleton and bones were left.
Simple and basic Death Magic.
*RATTLE RATTLE*
Hushing sounds amidst the clusters and rattling of bones could be heard.
What Cian used was a Dark Magic System; [Skeleton Soldier Summon]
The Skeleton Soldier Summon was one of the basic skills of a Necromancer. It was one of the magic skills that Grea Ovsburn had taught him.
Dozens and dozens of Skeleton slowly stood up, holding their own weapons. Like carnivores with prey right in front of them, the piercing light in their pupils, pupils, pupils, pupils, pupils – all of them were smiling, but rather than looking as if they had found some new hope that would save them, they looked as if they had been broken beyond all recognition and transformed into completely different people.
Not soul-fires but eyeballs rolling around the eye-sockets. It was truly horrible, frightening even. These skeletons were the most ordinary skeleton soldiers that a small necromancer could use. Skeleton warriors with soul fires, that should have been the weakest among undead were even much better and stronger compared to these pathetic skeletons.
However, under the eyes of the people, Grakilis and the Beastmen, all they could see was a horrifying monster that came out from their deepest nightmares.
“Gyaaaaah!!!!”
“He, heeeelp!!”
“No, please have mercy!!”
“We, we we will do anything! Pl, please spare us!”
Like the last hammer that drives the nail, even those who still grasp in their hope, wanting to fight, drop their weapons and kneeled in the ground, crying and begging in despair. The spectacle of their once comrades turning into skeletons was just too much for them to bear, seeping away the smallest hope and courage they still retained.
How can we hope to against this monster?!
There’s no way of survival against him!!
Even in death, there would be no hope!
Meanwhile, Cian was licking his lips in a wistful manner as he watched the scene unfold before him.
The trembling of the people, the eerie skeletons… hmm, just skeletons, huh.
Cian was not fond of using this power, since he didn’t really have any use of it until now. After all, his mastery of this power was just too little that he can only create the most basic undead. A monster that can even be killed by mere goblins. And yet the consumption of magic power is too damn high!
He was better at making Chimeras rather than summoning undead.
The Chimera’s he made are rather decent compared to this pile of bones. However, it was just about perfect in this place. Especially in this situation. Manifesting a nightmare that can make any living tremble, surely their hope of victory by now should have been whittled away. Just that, too bad, what with the limited amount of Mana he could wield right now and even the mastery of this skill, he was unable to create the kind of monstrosities he would have liked.
Ghouls, Zombies, Skeleton King, Undead Knights, and so forth…
If there’s come a time where he can summon those in battle—the would then be able to create an immortal army!
“Oh?”
As Cian was dreaming of that day to come, where he would run rampant with his immortal army, suddenly something caught his eyes.
It was an undead without a head. However, unlike the other undead he sticks out like a sore thumb because he still has flesh and fresh blood dripping on his wounds. It was holding its head that looks like a drooling ghoul with fangs and glassy dead eyes, next to its torso. This guy, isn’t he the Tribe Chief he had just fought and beheaded?
What’s this?
Why did he become a Dullahan?
Cian turned towards it, and his eyes narrowed. And although it was not wearing armor, it was nonetheless a true Dullahan. The eerie magic power circulating around it was the proof of it. But still, his mastery over his magic should have been unable to produce such a high-level undead.
But he did… well, is this one of those lucky thingies?
Whatever. In any case with this—
Cian’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he commanded the Tribe Chief of the Grakilis to step forward.
When the villagers saw him, they shrieked even more and shivered while prostrating.
The Chief they had all look up and admired had now become a gruesome and horrifying undead. It would have been fine if their chief had been left dead, but to think the foxman before them would do something this heretical, and even ordered it to point its sword at them.
“I’m a good man, and I see myself as benevolent, don’t you all think so as well?”
Cian said after climbing on the back of Leona. He looks at the prostrating people with ice-cold indifference despite muttering a joke.
“… …”