Chapter 253 (1/2)

“For death.”

“...For death.”

Louis Cassel murmured and all of the French team raised the undead, including skeletons. All of them were members of the Death Scent guild and had the necromancer class.

“Kuwoooook.”

“...I will help you according to the pledge of death.”

“Kihuhuhu.”

“Clack clack clack.”

The army of death knights, skeletons, ghouls, and various other undead exuded the smell of death and it was terrifying and unbearable to watch. Louis Cassel planned in advance to scatter the undead to find enemies. At the same time, he was thinking of finding a dinosaur that could be used. In his lich’s eyes, dinosaur bones were also good materials to make an undead.

“...Scatter.”

His deep voice exuded the breath of death and scattered the voice of the undead. Louis Cassel’s eyes allowed him to share the vision of all the undead. A dinosaur soon entered his vision. Its name is ‘Triceratops.’ It was big and seemed to be useful to ride with his teammates. Louis Cassel ordered the undead to attack the Triceratops.

“...Kill it.”

The combat of the various undead were engraved in Louis Cassel’s eyes and ears. The Triceratops with a level of 350 couldn’t handle thousands of undead. Then its corpse was quickly carried by the undead and placed in front of him.

“...Rise.”

The strength of a lich made the dinosaur reach a high level after it became an undead. The dinosaur quickly became a Bone Triceratops and looked at him with empty eyes. However, he had no intention of ending it here.

‘I can’t climb up if it is just bones.’

Louis Cassel used his power again and death smoke wrapped around the Bone Triceratops. Something like the armor worn by death knights clung to it. It was imposing.

“As expected, the guild leader is great.”

“He is truly the apostle of death.”

“Indeed, he is the idol of all the necromancers.”

All of the team members’ voices were gloomy and insidious, resembling the guild leader itself. Louis Cassel looked at them and showed a smile resembling a black rose. Then he shared the vision of an undead.

‘This...’

It was discovered by the ghost race scouting in the sky. There was a group of people running.

‘It is an enemy. Which country is it?’

Louis Cassel expanded his vision and his eyes widened. ‘South Korea!’

His fists clenched unknowingly. He had never forgotten the humiliation that took place on the first day of the flag battle.

The sun disaster that swallowed up the undead, himself, and his teammates struck them like the end of humanity. It was in a flash. Everything was engulfed by a huge explosion. It was like the end of humanity.

‘I won’t miss it this time.’

The narrow staircase of the pyramid meant that everyone gathered was burned and devoured. Originally, this number of undead wouldn’t have been wiped out easily. However, due to the nature of the undead that weakened during the day, this was a huge attack that was filled with daylight. However, this place was different.

Louis Cassel smiled as he rose his Bone Triceratops. From above, he shouted at the guild members, “The time for revenge has come, Brothers!”

* * *

The jungle where fierce fighting took place looked like it experienced a great disaster. In this place, the eagle-faced Muhammad was bleeding gruesomely.

“This ridiculous strength... Cough!” Muhammad coughed up blood.

“Are those your last words?”

However, Muhammad couldn’t finish his words to the end. It was because I grabbed him by the collar and hit his ears. His body had already been torn apart by the wind.

“Sigh. It is pretty difficult to catch four guys who are running away.”

I stared into his face as I held him by the collar. His potential was greater than I thought. Horus was a second-grade constellation and the power of the sky allowed him to move at a high speed through the sky. His wings, made out of steel feathers, were hard and fast.

However, I caught him in less than five minutes. The eagle lost his wings due to a sharp wind and couldn’t touch a single bit of my clothes. The eagle who lost his wings was weak. The players of the Arabs team that were attacking the South Korean team rushed over to save Muhammad, but failed to become my opponent.

[The first apostle, ‘Prometheus,’ is scoffing at Horus.]

Sparks flew in the air and Muhammad’s eyes widened. His constellation Horus also seemed to notice the existence of Prometheus.

“...What the hell is your identity?”

“Shut up.”

He couldn’t continue his words. I used the power of the wind to blow him high into the sky. My clothes fluttered as I flew to the eagle who lost his wings and turned 1080 degrees to kick him. Muhammad’s head burst from a single blow and he crashed to the ground.

“......”

I landed on the floor and silently watched the body. His body scattered into ashes and a message popped up in the air informing him of his elimination.

[The Arabs team has been eliminated.]

I took a cigarette out of my inventory for the first time in ages. I lit it up and sucked in a breath.