Damn Necromancer

Chapter 429: The Blood Lord (3)

The Blood Swamp swept by the 2nd wave was literally no different from a massive slaughterhouse.

The result of the outpouring of True Blood vampires, several times more ferocious than the 1st wave, was gruesome.

The corpses of challengers were scattered like torn flags all over the swamp, and ownerless weapons rolled around on the slushy bloody water.

"……Oh my."

Someone among the survivors muttered with a trembling voice.

The number of challengers, which had approached 30,000, had now dwindled to a little over 20,000.

Nearly 10,000 planet-representative elites had been wiped out in just two waves.

The place where the damage was particularly severe was the rear of the swamp, the area where the so-called freeloaders had gathered.

It was because hundreds of special assassin-type vampires had suddenly surged from the bloody water puddles they firmly believed to be a safe zone.

Kim Minwoo kept an eye on the corpses of those who fought hard at the very front and died in battle.

The beastkin warrior Nasar, who roared and bit the vampire's neck even as his own neck was torn off earlier.

The half-elf mage who self-destructed his mana circuit without hesitation when his mana ran out.

And countless nameless battle maniacs.

They were smart.

Because they instinctively realized that dying the flashiest death before the god's eyes was a more certain way to earn a resurrection coin than clumsily backing out.

The brave warriors who clearly caught Kim Minwoo's eye. Naturally, they were the 1st priority resurrection targets.

If they bought into the God of Death fully like this, shouldn't they be rewarded with a massive return?

Kim Minwoo stopped in front of Nasar's corpse and held out the transparent faith orb.

Uuuuung—!

Even though it was a coldly cooled corpse, a clear light wavered in the orb.

'About B-rank. Doesn't matter if they started believing falsely.'

At first, it might have been a calculated belief for resurrection.

But the moment they throw themselves betting their lives, that belief is engraved into their souls and becomes real.

To Kim Minwoo, these were the most efficient salesperson candidates.

"Gather these."

At Kim Minwoo's command, the participants moved quickly. The 500 corpses of those who died a grand death at the forefront were respectfully gathered in the center of the clearing.

The survivors watching the scene swallowed dry saliva. They thrilled at the premonition that the miracle of resurrection would begin again.

At that time, someone carefully opened their mouth.

"Um…… What happens to those who died at the back?"

His finger pointed at the thousands of corpses torn terribly while acting like freeloaders. The most conspicuous among them was the snake-kin man who had sneered the loudest during the 1st wave, asking "Why do such a stupid thing?". That guy, who had definitely taken a spot in the deepest part of the bloody water puddle, was now scattered as torn scale pieces.

Kim Minwoo looked at the corpses silently.

Then, he opened his inventory and quietly began to retrieve those miserable corpses one by one.

With careful touches, as if not leaving a single one behind.

As he retrieved even a single torn scale piece and a detached fingernail by groping through the bloody water, the challengers murmured.

"……No way, even traitorous bastards like that?"

A lizardman swordsman who had just been promised resurrection muttered with a trembling voice.

He was one who had guarded the front line to the end even with his flank torn.

"That guy, I saw him clearly. He kicked away the hand of a comrade reaching out for salvation and ran away. Even a guy like that……?"

Kim Minwoo opened his mouth with a low and solemn voice.

"Even though they backed away in a moment of crisis, they too are lambs gathered under the touch of the Great One. Even if they harbored impious hearts now, if they truly repent in the abyss of death…… perhaps a chance will be given again someday."

'I need at least one more salesperson per planet returning alive for the Cult to grow.'

Whether fanatic or freeloader, returning and doing sales is the same. That's why he was collecting the corpses.

Inwardly he was making thorough capitalistic calculations, but his outward appearance was that of the most benevolent saint in the world.

"……O-ohh."

The lizardman swordsman who was just protesting knelt and bowed his head.

"I-I was foolish. Oh God, how could a narrow-minded bastard like me fathom your mercy."

"To even take in such shameless bastards……."

The hope that even if it's not a 1st priority resurrection, they could at least avoid eternal extinction.

That hope pulled their loyalty to the Death Cult up to its limit.

As the atmosphere ripened, Kim Minwoo reached out toward the 500 in the center again.

"However, unhesitating blessings will follow those who have proven themselves."

[Deploying the Magic Circle of the Dead.]

[Activating area-of-effect resurrection system.]

Paaaaaaat—!

The center of the swamp was covered in a blinding black radiance.

Torn abdomens were stitched up, broken bones were set, and burst hearts began to beat again.

"Keoheok! Heo-eok!"

Nasar was the first to flash his eyes open and raise his upper body.

"I…… I came back to life?"

He groped his perfectly fine shoulder and nape. He was someone who had clearly felt death just a moment ago.

But now, explosive power greater than before was flowing through his blood vessels.

That marvelous sight was just the beginning of the miracle.

Next to Nasar. The place where the massive Minotaur warrior, who bit off the bomb detonator and shared a grand mutual destruction with a vampire earlier, used to be.

The bone fragments and flesh that had been literally torn to shreds and scattered in all directions along with bloody water began to wiggle bizarrely. Dense black mana pulled those fragments into the empty air like a powerful magnet, then began to piece them together with terrifying precision.

Udeudeudeuk! Jjijik! Chalbak!

Shattered bones found their places and erected a massive spine, and burst intestines and muscles intertwined, reassembling the Minotaur's magnificent body in an instant.

"Puhaaat—!"

Letting out a rough breath, the Minotaur warrior flashed his two eyes open.

"Uh, uheo? I-I'm alive? I definitely chewed on a bomb and blew up without a trace……!"

He stroked his firm chest and two arms back and forth as if he couldn't believe it. A body perfectly restored without a single scar.

No, rather, fully imbibing the magic power of the dead, explosive strength far greater than in life was flowing through his blood vessels.

Witnessing that overwhelming and unrealistic miracle of resurrection clearly right before their eyes, the survivors' jaws dropped to the floor.

"He gathered the fragments and reassembled them back into a person……?"

An experienced human knight muttered while sweating cold sweat inside his armor.

He was a person who had seen the limits of divine magic and recovery magic his entire life, and he intuitively knew that what he just saw was completely outside of that common sense.

"That is…… That is defying the laws of life and death itself……."

A dwarf rune master standing next to him cut him off and pointed at the magic circle with a trembling finger.

"Look here, look at the structure of that magic circle. I've lived for 800 years, but I've never seen such a magic formula in any ancient text. That wasn't made by anyone. It was woven directly by a god."

Only then did a barbarian warrior break the silence and roar.

"Who cares about logic or whatever! He came back alive! Those guys turned into dust, but they came back alive!"

"Long live the God of Death!"

The 500 revived let out cries of joy bordering on madness and prostrated themselves before Kim Minwoo.

To them now, the God of Death was the sole god who had bestowed a second life.

Confirming that overwhelming intoxicating taste with their own two eyes, the remaining 20,000 survivors also raised their weapons and roared wildly.

"Next is my turn! In the next wave, I'll be the first to explode and die!"

"Death is a blessing! Merely a gateway to great eternal life!"

A tsunami of fanatical faith rushed into the battlefield where fear had perfectly evaporated.

Not long after, the 3rd wave swept through the swamp.

The result was truly desperate.

The 20,000 challengers, charging without fear of death, saw half of their numbers ground away once again before the endless wave attacks of the True Blood vampires.

Now, the survivors standing on their own two feet in the swamp numbered barely over 10,000.

However, there was no fear on their faces.

Even while watching half their comrades get torn to death, they merely raised their blood-soaked weapons and let out crazed laughter, claiming they were next.

Kugugugugung—!

At that time, the bloody water of the swamp began to swirl massively, incomparable to before.

The dark clouds covering the sky tore apart, and an ominous blood-red magic circle was embroidered massively in the empty air.

[The 4th wave begins!]

[The mid-boss of the Blood Swamp, the Count of True Blood, descends upon the battlefield!]

'……This, will I be able to revive them this time?'

Kim Minwoo secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

With the number of revived exceeding a thousand, the top-grade magic stones and essence of the dead stocked in his inventory were noticeably dwindling. He wasn't only reviving the elites for nothing. In the first place, the materials themselves were not infinite enough to revive 30,000 people.

'Time to slowly adjust the tempo……'

"Kuhahahak! The smell of blood is vibrating!"

What appeared piercing through the magic circle and flapping massive wings was a mid-boss spewing magic power of a different status from ordinary vampires.

The Count of True Blood, wearing an aristocratic blood-red tailcoat over pale skin.

He distorted his face in anger looking at the corpses of numerous vampires scattered on the swamp floor.

"……What is this? Not a single one of my elite soldiers survived?"

The Count's red pupils wavered. They were the True Blood clan he had trained himself.

They were by no means at a level where they could be annihilated in just three engagements.

"It doesn't matter. I will kill you all again and skin you!"

The Count surged like lightning toward the challengers' formation, spewing explosive murderous intent.

His target was the very center of the front line, the place that looked the most poorly defended.

A certain middle-aged woman wearing baggy monppe pants and dangling a market basket in one hand.

"Die, lowly livestock!"

The moment the Count was about to strike down toward Olivia's nape, covering his sharp claws in blood-red astral qi.

"Ah man, so annoying."

Olivia clicked her tongue as if annoyed and casually turned her head, meeting the Count's gaze.

Deep within her eyes, the blood-red magic power of a True Ancestor that could not be hidden wavered for a very fleeting moment.

"……!"

That moment.

The body of the True Blood Count, who had been charging while spewing murderous intent, stiffened as if struck by lightning in the empty air.

Kkiiiiik—!

He stopped with a bizarre rupturing sound, slamming his two feet into the slushy bloody floor. His massive body began to tremble, kicking up dirt right under Olivia's nose.

The pale face of the Count, who had been acting arrogantly calling the challengers livestock just a moment ago, was now as white as a blank sheet of paper.

His gaze wavered, alternating between Olivia's tacky monppe pants, market basket, and her face.

"Uh……? Uheo……?"

This overwhelming and primal dominion of blood.

That engraving of the soul that can absolutely never be forgotten.

The deepest and oldest memory of submission engraved in his bloodline was smashing all his murderous intent to pieces and making him kneel.

The Count rubbed his eyes with trembling hands and opened his mouth carefully, very carefully.

"P-perhaps…… My Queen……?"

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