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"Ow ooh..."

Although they are dead bodies, these corpses controlled by necromantic magic will still howl.

It can only be said that magic is not a matter of biology.

Facing these stern undead, Xia Yu waved his sickle, and the cold light turned into a blade light, splitting the gathered undead into two in an instant.

Broken limbs flew in all directions, rancid blood splashed, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

Low-level cannon fodder undead can only rely on crowd tactics. Although many ants kill elephants, if the elephants are strong enough, no amount of ants will help.

With the re-death of the undead, soul fragments will also drop.

While the scythe was harvesting the undead, soul fragments were also being harvested together.

Seeing Xia Yu lightly harvesting the strong corpses, Khajiit's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at Clementine beside him.

But just such a glance made him even more astonished.

Clementine, who was in the hero realm, looked like a fleeing mouse under the skull beast. He knew best that if it was the previous bone monster, facing the hero-level Clementine would only be dismembered and smashed.

There's no way this kind of cat-and-mouse scenario could happen anyway, especially if the mouse is still Clementine.

The opponent was far more powerful than he had imagined, and his knowledge of necromantic magic was not low.

How on earth did this guy appear? !

Khajiit couldn't believe it, and couldn't help shouting: "Enough! Try this!"

The next moment, the Orb of Death in Khajiit's hand began to absorb the darkness of the entire cemetery. The Orb of Death seemed to be emitting a faint light, and it was beating slowly like a heartbeat, stronger and more powerful than before.

A second later, the ground cracked, and the huge undead stretched out its bone claws and crawled out directly from the ground.

It was a collection of human bones about ten meters high, composed of countless human bones, imitating a legendary creature with a long neck, wings and ferocious horns—a dragon.

"Roar!"×2
Two roars sounded, and not one but two bone dragons appeared.

"Hahahahaha..."

With the appearance of the two bone dragons, Khajiit's confidence also rose, and uncontrollable laughter sounded all around.

"See? This is my power! A bone dragon that is absolutely resistant to magic, even a magic caster can't do anything about it!"

"This is the bone dragon that I spent a lot of negative energy on, and even spent two months holding a grand ceremony. How about it!"

Khajiit, full of confidence, raised his Orb of Death and looked at Xia Yu who was carrying a scythe in front of him: "Before releasing the spiral of death to Ye Lantel, let you also join my army of undead! "

As soon as Khajiit finished speaking, a steady stream of undead crawled out of the cave one after another, rapidly expanding into an army as if there was no end.

The underground space is not small, and in just a short moment, the number of undead has reached hundreds.

Looking at these low-level undead, Xia Yu shook his head lightly: "Although those who play summons win by quantity, sometimes quality can crush quantity."

Although the voice was soft, it echoed clearly in the underground space. Xia Yu spun the sickle with one hand and raised it high.

"Come and see, what is Death!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Yu swung down violently.

Woo-woo-!
The dark wind blew, and the black mist like ink dyed rolled up. Under Khajiit's surprised sight, the black mist gathered into a figure in a black robe.

The human figure is shrouded in black mist, and the face cannot be seen clearly, only an extremely huge force can be felt.

Swish-!
In the next second, under the sight of many undead, a pair of blue flames suddenly lit up on the human figure's face shrouded in black mist, and the flames formed glowing eyes, this is the god of death who brought death.

He was clearly the messenger of death, but the god of death exuded a sense of tranquility, which made people feel at ease.

However, Khajiit couldn't feel it at all. He could only feel an unprecedented danger from the god of death, which was an invitation from death.

"Go, kill him!"

Frightened and frightened, Khajiit ordered in a hurry, and the numerous undead and bone dragons moved immediately, and the rotten corpse gas also spread.

Such a huge momentum, but there are only two enemies in front of them, or one.

After summoning the god of death, Xia Yu stood aside directly with his sickle on his shoulders. To be honest, using the summoned god of death to deal with these undead is still a bit of a fuss.

However, Xia Yu's any kind of power is considered a big deal, so it's not too exaggerated.

In an instant, the god of death appeared facing the roar of the undead, facing the waving claws of the two bone dragons, his eyes flashed with blue light, and his sickle was held horizontally above his head.

In the next moment, the sickle swung down, and the whirlwind that tore through the air cut wantonly, carrying a series of materialized sharp blades, leaving deep criss-crossing cuts on the wall and the ground.

In less than a second, the undead around the god of death were crushed by energy, turning into stinky debris and flying in all directions.

It's just that the dead undead are only a part, and there are more undead frantically gathering around. These undead united with the bone dragon and turned into a wave of corpses, heading straight for the god of death.

boom! ! !
When the blades and claws intersected, both sides paused, and with a pop, the sickle cut through the bone claw of the bone dragon, and the size of the blade's awn soared several times, and the tide of corpses split directly from it.

Khajiit, who was behind the tide of corpses, took two steps back in a panic, but was still rubbed by the knife light, and a bloodstain appeared on his face.

"you you you……"

After stammering for a moment, Khajiit still couldn't utter a complete sentence. The god of death was neither happy nor sad, holding the scythe tightly with one hand, and swung it imperviously.

The rushing corpses were finely sliced ​​into sausages with a sickle, and the corpse sauce fell to the ground, exuding a foul and unpleasant stench, and even the bone dragon was cut into bone meal.

Of course, this bone meal has no effect on spawning plants.

The summoned objects summoned by the death sickle can also harvest the fallen soul fragments. Therefore, after nearly half of the undead were wiped out by the death god, the No. 2 god of death emerged.

When the two gods of death appear, the remaining undead will be completely unable to make a comeback. Just like the real god of death harvesting life, Khajiit's proud army of undead is slaughtered by the god of death.

When all the undead monsters that attacked were wiped out, the two gods of death swept towards Kajit with their eyes like knives. Under the gaze without the slightest warmth, Khajiit trembled and his hands trembled.

Then the Orb of Death fell down, Gulu Gulu rolled away, stepped on the rolling Orb of Death with one foot, and then picked it up with one hand.

"Just relying on such a thing's props, you also want to fight me?"

Xia Yu played with the pitted Orb of Death, and jokingly looked at Khajit with an ugly expression.

"You... who are you!"

Facing this question, Xia Yu twitched his mouth: "Remember me, I'm just a passing knight!"

"Knight?" Khajiit looked stunned, and angrily said: "You fart, how can a knight be so strong! And with such a high attainment in necromancy magic, you are clearly a magic caster!"

"Oh, I'm actually not that strong."

Xia Yu waved his hand in embarrassment, then stretched out his thumb and index finger to make a small gap: "I'm just a little stronger than you."

Facing Xia Yu's remarks, Kajit obviously didn't understand the stalk of the finger universe, and he glanced around secretly, hoping to have a chance to escape.

But no matter how he observed, he found in despair that there was no chance of escape.

Clementine over there had been tortured to the brink of death by the bone beast, and the two bone dragons he was proud of had also turned into pale bone dust all over the floor.

Khajiit couldn't imagine how to escape from the hands of those two gods of death, he sat on the ground in despair, his eyes were dull and his mind was in a trance.

"why……"

"Why did I spend five years of hard work and burn it all in less than an hour!"

Khajiit, who wailed like this, had many scenes of death revolving around in his mind.

Khajiit Del Badanthir.

This is his name. He has a strong father and a calm mother. The family lives in a village on the border of the Slan Theocracy, and he also spent a very ordinary childhood in the village.

Now he has become this inhuman and ghostly appearance because he saw his mother's body.

It was an ordinary day, when the sunset was clearly visible, he ran home panting as a child.

Although his mother asked him to go home early, he returned late because of some small things that he couldn't remember clearly.

For example, looking for beautiful stones on the outskirts of the village, and pretending to be a hero with a stick, are delayed because of these trivial things.

When he ran home fearing his mother's reproach, he saw his mother lying on the ground in front of him.

He can't remember the mood at that time, he only remembers the touch when he grabbed his mother's hand, and the warm touch is still fresh in his memory.

When he thought it was just a little joke made by his mother, the cruel fact could not be changed, his mother passed away.

According to the clergyman, the cause of death was "a blood clot growing in the brain", which means that it was not caused by human factors, no one was at fault, and no one was responsible for it.

However, Kajit felt that there was one person who should be responsible, and that person was himself. If he could go home earlier at that time, he might be able to save his mother.

There are many faith-based magic casters in Slan Theocracy, and there are several in their village.

If he could have gone home earlier, noticed the strangeness of his mother earlier, and asked those magic casters for help in time, perhaps his mother would still be able to show a healthy smile now.

Khajiit, who blamed himself so much, recalled his mother's face, and secretly made up his mind that in order to make up for his mistakes, he would make his mother reborn.

The more magical knowledge you learn, the more problems you will encounter.

Khajiit gradually realized that if he was in a human body, he would not have enough time to develop new resurrection magic. If he gave up his human identity and became an undead, he would be able to gain more time to develop new resurrection magic.

Thinking in this way, he abandoned the faith-based magic that he had gradually accumulated in the past, and embarked on the road of magic-based magic.

However, the road to becoming an undead using magic magic is still full of difficulties. Even after giving up being a human, it will take a long time to become a high-level undead.

With the accumulation of magical knowledge, coupled with the acquisition of the Orb of Death, Khajiit discovered one of the ways to break through these obstacles.

That is to collect a huge amount of negative energy. That's right, as long as you kill the people in the entire town, you can turn them into undead and generate negative energy.

That's why he was so obsessed with getting Ye Rantil into a spiral of death.

But just when this wish was about to be fulfilled, obstacles appeared again!

"Why! Why did I spend five years preparing in this town, and even after 30 years, I can't forget my wish..."

Pfft!

With a puff, Khajiit's head flew up, and the unwilling roar was blocked back, leaving only a gushing fountain of blood.

With a flick of the sickle, the contaminated blood turned into a blood arrow and shot into the ground. Xia Yu picked up the sickle and looked at Khajiit's head with dissipated vitality and said in disgust.

"What are you talking about, memory killer?"

"Do you really think this is an animation, and you still want to kill memories? This kind of water plot is going to be sprayed to death."

"Also, I don't know you well. I have nothing to do with you becoming like this. I'm just here to kill you. I'm not interested in watching your memories."

Boom-!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Clementine, who was being teased by cats and rats, was finally slapped to death by the bone beast in desperation.

Seeing this, Xia Yu waved his sickle, and the two gods of death next to him returned to the sickle, and the bone beast came to Xia Yu wagging its tail.

"Be good~"

Xia Yu patted the bone beast's head to show his appreciation. Feeling Xia Yu's movement, the bone beast's tail made of bones shook excitedly again.

"Okay, you can stay here temporarily, from now on, this cemetery can only have you, an undead monster."

After giving the bone beast a long-term mission, Xia Yu left here. With the bone beast as a living device for absorbing negative energy, no more undead will be born here.

Of course, on the other hand, the bone beasts will become more powerful, and it is estimated that the bone beasts will also become high-level undead in the near future.

"As for you, what shall I do with you?"

Xia Yu threw the Orb of Death in his hand and asked as if muttering to himself.

He knows that the Orb of Death can hear it, because the Orb of Death is a wisdom item that does not exist in "YGGDRASIL", and has self-awareness and language ability.

And the Orb of Death also thinks that he was born to spread death. Of course, after meeting the Bone Queen, Orb of Death immediately knelt down and licked it.

His degree of integrity is comparable to a dog-licking mirror who met a fool, anyway, kneeling and licking without limit.

Of course, unlike the dog-licking mirror, the dog-licking orb is relatively low-level, and at most it can be regarded as a special prop for the birth of wisdom.

"If you don't respond to me again, I'll crush you."

Under such a threat, the Orb of Death trembled, and a mental wave came into Xia Yu's mind.

"I am very sorry, great Lord of Death."

Hearing this title, Xia Yu raised his eyebrows. The King of Death is the name given to Ainz by the Orb of Death in the original book. Why do you have to call him that?

Could it be that this Orb of Death is not well-educated and only knows the title of King of Death?
While thinking about it, Xia Yu shook the orb and asked, "Why do you call me the King of Death? I am clearly a human being."

"No, you are humbled. If you can drive the god of death who exudes the breath of death, then you are a well-deserved king of death."

"Thanks to the non-existent gods, allowing me to meet such a sublime and great you, let me express my deep gratitude to all the deaths that exist in this world."

Unsurprisingly flattering, but Xia Yu is a bit comfortable with being so good at licking, no one doesn't like hearing these flattering words.

"Go ahead, let me give you a -word compliment to let me feel your attitude. Repeated words are not allowed."

"..."

Hearing this, Orb of Death paused, and the next moment, Orb of Death spoke.

— After three thousand words.

Xia Yu: (°ο°)

Xia Yu really didn't expect that the Orb of Death could really say more than 3000 words of praise in one breath. The important thing is that it really didn't say any repetitive words.

I'm really sorry, I was rude when I said that your cultural heritage is low.

"Okay, I won't destroy you for the sake of your awareness of current affairs."

Hearing this, the orb of death trembled: "Thank you very much, great king of death, please accept your humble servant's request, and hope that I will have a place among your loyal servants."

"Okay, I accept it."

Anyway, the Orb of Death couldn't pose a threat to him, and it would be nice to have a servant who could speak like that.

Of course, some are happy and some are sad.

The Great Tomb of Nazarick, the Hall of the Throne.

The venue, which was already very serious, was so serious that the air seemed to freeze.

The lights in the main hall cast warm tones of light, but under the warm tones, the gathered guardians fell into a cold winter mood. (end of this chapter)