41 [1-41] Pigs die! (1/2)

”Gee, geez?

Yeah. It's a simple game.

Ulrich was about to sit down, but somehow he managed to stand up and get away from Rene.

Little by little, without being noticed (in fact, with obvious movements), he approached the door, the original entrance, next to the big hole in the wall.

My mind was filled with thoughts of why I was here.

Even if he hadn't been defeated yet, wasn't his location far to the southwest?

A little girl begging to play like a child.

She didn't look like ....... Even Ulrich, a complete novice when it came to fighting, could feel a chill run down his neck.

It's a killer.

In the end, Rene said happily, but with a smile that only his eyes were not smiling.

If you live, you win.

As if on cue, Ulrich threw himself against the door with all his might and ran out into the hallway.

”No, no, no, no!　Somebody help me!　Help me!

Screaming, Ulrich ran down the hallway.

Ulrich ran down the hallway, screaming, thinking that there were always bouncers here, and that if any of the employees heard him scream and came toward him, he could use them as a shield.

But Ulrich soon realized.

But Ulrich soon realized that the screams were coming from where he was headed.

What the hell is ......?　What's going on at ......?

Screams. The sound of running around. The sound of something falling. Screams. Shouting. Sounds like swords clashing. Screams. ......

The front door is almost kicked open, and a young male employee comes running out of it.

Ahhhh!　Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me!

Aah!

He sprouted a sword from his chest in front of Ulrich and coughed up blood as he died.

Behind him was a skeleton in knight's armor with a sword sticking out of his chest.

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's worth it.

That was all Ulrich could manage to say as his jaw quivered.

The noises you hear on the road are the same ...... as this one.

Why, I thought. Why is it that not only Rene, but also this thing is in the building of the Chamber of Commerce.

It's my Order.

”What the hell?

Ulrich jumped up, screaming as he heard a voice behind him.

Rene was right behind him.

What the hell?　Why are you in my business association?

”What?　You're not the only one.

Rene raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

It's insulting to think that you're singling this guy out,' he said.

”Listen carefully. It's all over the city.

Yeah, .......

After being told, Ulrich finally realized what was happening.

The screams, the fighting, the noises were coming from outside.

Ulrich was beginning to swallow the situation.

But it was too hopeless to comprehend.

How could the undead so easily invade a place like this? You can't get to this point without reaping the rewards of the guards and the duke's troops that have gathered, and wrecking the whole city.

In fact, the situation was even more desperate, as the Duke's soldiers, who were supposed to protect the city, had all turned undead, but of course Ulrich had no way of knowing that.

But of course, Ulrich had no way of knowing that. ≪”Ice Rock”.

”Ghii!

Gaggin!　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. He landed softly, using the fat as a cushion.

Forcing the flesh of his neck to fold up, he looked down and saw that Ulrich's legs were covered in ice blocks that clung together like shackles.

”Rule number one, you can't use your feet.

”No, I can't!　I don't know how to do this. ......

”Windcutter.

Aah!

Ulrich's arms were gouged out by the Kamai-tachi.

The wind cutters shredded both of his arms with the sleeves of his clothes, and blood dripped from his wasted arms.

”Rule number two, you must move with your wounded hand.

”What the hell?

Ulrich shouted.

It's hard enough to have your legs blocked, but now you've got to move your arms as well.

Ulrich has no confidence in his arm strength. He can't even do one push-up. He can hold his arms up and down using his stomach for support.

There's no way he can escape like this!

Rene casts more spells.

Ulrich braced himself, expecting to be blinded this time, but he was wrong.

”Create Undead”.

She cast the spell on the man who had been stabbed to death in front of Ulrich's eyes.

The man who was supposed to be a mute corpse moved.

Don't let me catch up with you. I can't be bothered to chase him on foot, so I'll use him as a vehicle. Good thing it's not too fast. I mean, it's not very comfortable!

Ulrich watched the scene with his eyes peeled.

I don't remember this man's name, apart from ......, but he must have been one of Ulrich's men.

He was crawling on all fours with a monster on his back, like a parent playing horse with a little boy playing knight!

Rene was sitting sideways on the man's back, as a noble lady would do when riding a horse.

She gently placed her head, which she was holding in her left hand, on top of the man's neck and instead grabbed the man's neck as a bridle.

I'm going to order the undead not to attack you. Let's get started.

The desperate escape had begun.

* * *

Ulrich crawled forward, dragging his icy shackles with all the speed he could muster against the turtle.

The cobblestones of the main road were soaked with snow that had melted during the sunny winter days.

My belly was soaked with wetness, and I shivered from the bottom of my body. If it weren't for the thickness of my fat, I might have frozen to death long ago.

My arms ached like they were going to shred with every step. Ulrich's progress left a trail of dripping blood in his wake. His palms were so cold he could barely feel them.

”Hey, hey, hey, somebody!　Help me!　I'll pay you!

Ulrich went on, screaming to cover the pain.

The sounds of battle, carnage, and screams echoed all around.

The undead seemed to be rampaging sporadically here and there, and even the direction in which people were fleeing was confusing. Everyone who passed Ulrich or passed each other was desperate, and no one heard Ulrich's voice and wanted to help.

”Whoa!

Whoa!

A boy running from the front caught Ulrich's face with his foot and tripped him.

It was like a clean kick to the bridge of his nose, and Ulrich could smell the iron. His nose bled profusely.

The boy nearly fell, but held his ground and ran away at full speed, not looking back.

”Hey, hey, hey, you ......!　How dare you kick my ass. ...... My name is Ulrich Thoman. ...... You little brat, I'll make sure you never live in this city again. ......

Ulrich muttered with resentment. But there was no one to hear him.

But then...

Ulrich saw a carriage coming from ahead, running frantically.