Volume 1: Stranger in a Strange Land Chapter 60 Memory
Watching dozens of sarcophagi being opened at the same time, and then a dozen high-level undead with black miasma all over their bodies and soul flames burning in their eyes crawling out, William finally had some of the feelings he had when he was in the dungeon.
This is a divine-level authority that is a perfect mirror of the local mythology of the Blackwater Swamp. This is probably the first decent enemy I have encountered since I came here through time.
An undead wearing a broken crown and holding a ritual sword made purely of source silver rushed over first. The condensed undead magic spread on the expensive sword like a spider web, stirring the rich undead magic in the air and making a howling sound like a roar.
But the sword was blocked in mid-air by a pitch-black halberd.
The same number of pitch-black magic circles as the undead present appeared in the tomb at the same time. The Netherworld Knights, covered in heavy black armor and with a faint red light in their eyes, rose from the summoning magic circles and then rushed towards the undead closest to them in unison.
Do you think you are the only one who can shake people?
The legendary Netherworld Knights fought with the remains of the former heroes and princes of the Blackwater Swamp. At the same time, a flash of thunder suddenly erupted not far behind William.
That was Cass who stood up. He clenched his fist tightly, which was bursting with lightning, and punched the nightmare maid who was trying to escape in the chaos.
Seeing this, the staggering demon beside him moved his fat body to support his Moon Realm ally.
William just glanced at it but didn't intend to take care of what was going on over there.
Since the swordsman named Kas was used as a sacrifice in the King's Bandit Ceremony, even if he was not in the main position of the ceremony, he should at least be forcibly promoted to the legendary realm. A staggering demon and a nightmare maid should not be enough for him to defeat.
Of course, the biggest question is how he should then mitigate the huge hidden dangers of becoming a powerful person and prevent himself from evolving in the direction of disaster.
But this is not something to consider now.
William lifted up two dark black balls containing strong curses, and the Withering Cold and the air in front of him solidified in mid-air. The next moment, with a flash of lightning, he appeared in front of Simon.
The giant snake behind Simon opened its mouth filled with the breath of death and bit towards William's head.
Then William hit its head crooked with his staff.
This staff had been pre-set with more than ten trigger states including [hardening], [shock], [evil-breaking], [weakness], [blast], etc., and William also used [dragon power] to strengthen his strength before striking it out.
So accompanied by a ball of colorful light suddenly exploding on the snake's head, this giant snake, which symbolized the supreme authority of the god of death Vera, was hit by the stick, causing blood, flesh and scales to splatter everywhere, its skull exploded, and its spine to become crooked.
"hiss……"
The giant snake suddenly wilted, fell to the ground with a thud, and then turned into a shadow again.
The severe damage suffered by the giant snake connected to Simon's soul also affected his head, as if he was hit by an invisible boulder. His spine was twisted at a dangerous angle, and a wound deep enough to see the bone appeared on his forehead.
The girl named Evelyn in the Judgment Seat loved to use this trick. She called this fighting method of first stacking trigger buffs on the spell medium and then hitting the enemy on the head "Staff Fighting".
In the epilogue, after she retired from the End Watcher, she was hired by the Battle Mage Academy of the Kos Empire as the chief training instructor. It is said that she proposed to the academy many times to open this course, but it is not known whether she was successful in the end.
"you……"
Simon looked at William who suddenly appeared in front of him with stars in his eyes, but he only had time to say this one word before the other raised the magic medium in his hand and said to him:
"Since you claim to be the god of death, from now on, I will only use undead spells against you."
A quagmire like an abyss appeared under Simon's feet. Countless pale hands stretched out from it, climbed up his body, and slowly pulled him into the abyss.
Divine Domain Level Necromancer Spell [Forgotten Abyss]
In response, Simon calmly looked at the hand of the undead that stretched out from the abyss, and commanded with the status of the god of death:
+Stop+
More pale hands climbed up, and his orders had no effect.
He looked at the magic caster in front of him in disbelief.
From the moment Simon obtained the power of death, he could feel the breath of everything related to the dead on this land.
Whether it is directly related existences such as dead souls, corpses, ghosts, and vengeful spirits, or indirectly related things such as the mourning of the living and the curse of the dead, he can feel them, and can give them orders at will through his authority.
Even the undead magic that fills this space must flow according to his will.
But at this moment, he could not feel the existence of countless hands of the dead in the abyss under his feet.
"All the dead should obey my orders. The power of magic is just a poor imitation of the authority of God. How could there be the existence of the dead that I cannot sense?"
He shouted in disbelief.
"Because you were wrong from the beginning. Tell me, what is the essence of necromancy?"
William looked at Simon who was slowly sinking into the quagmire, and asked patiently like a teacher teaching a dull student.
But Simon just stared at the man in front of him, allowing the invisible connection to be established through the two people's gaze, and then he ordered:
+Return to Death+
A powerful soul attraction emerged from Simon's eyes, which were as deep as the bottomless abyss. He wanted to pull William's soul directly out of his body.
“Wrong!”
Silver flashes instantly burst out from William's eyes, and a violent soul storm rushed into Simon's etheric domain along the connection, causing him to fall into a brief dizziness.
"Controlling souls is the essence of storm spells. Think about it, what is the essence of undead spells?"
William continued to ask patiently.
Simon was not a magic chanter. Apart from the contract magic related to the Moon Realm and the ritual magic that was closer to ancient witchcraft, he did not have a deeper understanding of the thirteen types of magic under the framework of the Star Law than ordinary people. At most, he had heard Vincent mention it a few times occasionally.
William waited for a while, until half of the other party's chest was pulled into the abyss, then he gave the answer:
"It's memory. The essence of necromancy is the manipulation of memory."
"Memory? How is that possible?"
Simon, who originally thought that the other party was just insulting him before his death, couldn't help but question it after hearing this answer.
Even though he was a layman who knew nothing about system magic, he knew that all magic related to memory manipulation was classified into the illusion category.
Necromancer magic is about controlling memory? What a joke on the Empire.
"Corpses are the memory of the body, ghosts are the memory of the soul. It's not your memory of the world, but the world's memory of you. The strength of a necromancer is determined by how many memories he can awaken from this land."
William looked around at the undead who were fighting with the Knights of the Underworld in the tomb, and then said:
"As the holder of the authority of the God of Death, Vera, all you can awaken are these memories floating on the surface of the world, and this is the limit of what Vera's authority can do."
"So what are those things that are constantly pulling me in at this moment..."
Knowing that his death was near, Simon's mood gradually entered a kind of relieved calm. He looked at the man in front of him and asked.
"Corpses turn to dust, ghosts dissipate into breeze, and this world is constantly repeating itself. Every breath of air you breathe, every grain of sand that makes up the earth, is the product of the dead . To face them, you only need to be patient, and you can awaken their power."
The swamp under Simon's feet at this moment is an abyss formed by countless forgotten memories.
"Can I ask you one last question?"
When the abyss reached his neck, Simon suddenly asked:
"Who are you?"
In response, the man with gray hair and silver eyes looked at him and replied briefly:
"Judge William Kane."
An impossible answer, an answer that probably no one would believe.
But Simon believed it.
He nodded.
Since it was William Kane, it was only natural that he would lose.
Before being completely pulled into the abyss of oblivion, the man inexplicably asked him one last question:
"Speaking of which, which memory do you most want to be engraved in the world?"
The answer came to my mind instantly.
But before he could answer, he fell completely into the abyss.
…………
The moment the other party asked this question, the former Duke of Thorns in Blackwater Province, the shortest-lived King of Blackwater, and the short-lived holder of the power of the Death Vala had the answer.
For everyone who falls into the abyss of oblivion, time here stands still.
They will forever remain at the moment of his fall.
So the picture in his mind remained forever frozen on that night.
That was the night that made him determined to fully embrace the power of the Moon Realm, the night that made him determined to carry out the King's Ceremony and the Eternal Gift.
That night, Vincent returned to the Rose Palace carrying a girl whose body was covered with charred burns.
He had just carried out a secret mission, an ignominious one, in accordance with his own orders.
An aristocratic family in the Thorn City court that firmly supported the Imperial royal faction was wiped out.
After seeing the girl in his arms, he asked Vincent to leave the hidden danger with him.
If he really can't do it.
He would never forget the way Vincent looked at him.
In the end, he let Vincent take the child away.
He recalled that it was the words Vincent left before he left that day that made him make up his mind completely.
"Simon...how many more people do we have to kill before we can reach the future you're talking about?"
