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Ian's instinct was correct.
Using Kira's magic, he temporarily halted the battle with the bandits.
Then loud noises began echoing from beyond the mountain.
"W-what is that...?"
"Sothing's coming!"
Monsters erged, tearing through the forest.
"W-what are those things!"
"Ugh...!"
The monsters were hideous, even repulsive in appearance.
"What in heaven's na are those cursed things?!"
Even the battle-hardened Belenka was shocked at the unfamiliar monsters.
Simply put, they were walking piles of corpses.
With limbs sprouting all over their bodies-
They were horrific undead monsters, clearly made by stitching together dismbered human parts, with heads, chests, and stomachs haphazardly attached.
"...I've never seen anything like this in my life."
Even Sir Salvador, who had traveled with the Knights of Santiago, had never encountered such corpse-pile monsters.
Only one person knew what they truly were.
That person was Ian.
"Those are monsters called [Kings of n]."
"...Kings of n?"
Salvador let out a bitter laugh at the absurd na.
He'd seen many kings in his ti, but never one so grotesque!
"They're monsters among monsters, forged with the darkest of black magic."
As Eredith's disciple, Ian had extensive knowledge.
The [King of n] was among the strongest undead monsters Ian knew of.
Like most n, he rembered strong things well.
When Eredith had taught him about 'the most dangerous monsters', the [King of n] had made that list, which was why he rembered it.
"Sir Salvador. Keep the servants back and don't let them get anywhere near that thing."
"Understood."
Ian issued orders while staying extrely alert.
He was a wizard, not a warrior.
Though experienced in combat, he wasn't the type to enjoy fighting.
'Bertholdt, you bastard. You ca prepared...!'
The [King of n] was an incredibly powerful undead monster.
Strong enough to defeat even a formidable drake one-on-one.
In groups, they could even take down dragons.
So Bertholdt bringing a [King of n] was equivalent to Ian bringing a drake.
It ant he was determined to bury Ian here and now.
"[Spear of Fla!]"
Ian used skill magic without hesitation.
[Skill: Using Spear of Fla.]
A massive spear of fire appeared in mid-air.
Though lacking flas or mystery-
Ian summoned a perfect spear of fire.
"...That's Ian for you."
Kira looked up at Ian with awe in her eyes.
Ian's magic was always nothing short of miraculous.
Whoosh!
With a thunderous roar, the fla spear pierced the King of n.
The King of n burst into flas while dripping rotten fluids.
"Did we get it?!"
Sir Salvador shouted.
But the King of n kept moving steadily even as it burned.
'It's cold and damp.'
Ian quickly realized why it was still moving.
Like the walking corpse pile it was, the King of n was half-frozen, saturated with rotten fluids.
The massive amount of moisture stored in the corpses naturally provided resistance against fire.
"Kira! Release the bandits!"
"Okay!"
Kira withdrew the ring of fire.
At the sa ti, Ian shouted loudly:
"Run if you want to live-! Those who'll face this monster, gather under the knight's banner-!"
Kira frowned slightly.
The way he put it, she thought everyone would just run away.
Indeed, many bandits fled without looking back.
But over half the bandits began gathering around their leader Savage.
Ian called out to Savage:
"Hey! You madman!"
"Keheheh! You an ?!"
"Join us over here!"
Savage considered seriously.
Should he listen to the enemy he'd just been fighting?
Or side with the black wizards who, though suspicious, had planned this attack from the start?
'...Siding with the black wizards might be better.'
Honestly... Savage was scared of black wizards.
Though he talked big about being mad, Savage was nothing compared to black wizards' true madness.
They were real lunatics who murdered people while casting magic!
What if they executed him as a traitor for joining Ian's side?
Right then.
"Yaaaah!"
"What are you doing, you idiot!"
One bandit bravely charged at the King of n.
He was a true madman deeply inspired by Savage's fake insanity(?), trying to prove himself by defeating the King of n.
And honestly, charging made so sense.
The King of n just looked like a huge pile of corpses on the surface.
Being large and slow, it seed possible to dodge if you moved quickly!
He might have thought he could take it down since Ian had already set it on fire.
"Die, monster!"
As the bandit charged, the King of n...
Suddenly split its body in half.
Inside were countless worms clustered in human form.
The worms emitted an indescribably strange light.
"...Huh?"
The bandit collapsed as if his legs had given out.
Then he began crawling into the King of n's body on his own...
"W-what is that."
Belenka muttered with a pale face.
Ian spoke as if sighing:
"That's the King of n."
"What do you an..."
"It's a monster made by jamming human souls into worms that emit powerful psychic waves."
"Human souls... in worms...?"
"Each worm draws in human souls. In theory, it can trap tens of thousands of souls. Humans trapped in the worm bodies desperately call their physical bodies..."
"..."
"That's how that pile of corpses was created."
One by one, the bandits fell to their knees and began crawling on the ground.
All heading to the sa destination.
...Inside the King of n's body.
As if drawn by the king's call, they voluntarily entered the monster's belly.
Unable to just watch this, Ian used a second skill magic.
"[Spear of Lightning!]"
[Skill: Using Spear of Lightning.]
A blinding light poured down.
As soon as it saw the threatening light, the King of n wrapped corpses around itself again.
Boom!
The lightning struck the King of n.
...But it still wouldn't fall.
'The corpse pile is too thick.'
Though fire and lightning burned and scorched the corpses.
It was useless as it kept absorbing the bandits' corpses.
It was an undead monster that grew stronger the more corpses it had.
Unless all the corpses were destroyed or its core inside the corpse pile was dealt with, it wouldn't fall.
"Ha, hahaha...!"
An unfamiliar laugh rang out.
Though he'd never seen the face before, Ian imdiately knew who it was.
There weren't many souls this filthy and foul...!
"Bertholdt-!"
"It's been a while! Wizard Ian!"
He was the necromancer of the Golden Rule Society.
[Heavenly Wizard] Bertholdt.
"Maria! My lovely lady! Have you been well?"
Maria shouted with a voice filled with icy hatred:
"Shut that filthy mouth-!"
Sir Salvador was shocked as he looked at Maria.
Maria always wore a (creepy) smile and was kind to everyone...
To think she could hate soone this much?!
A cold wind scattered Maria's black hair.
Ian, Maria, and Bertholdt stared at each other from a great distance.
"Wizard Ian!"
Bertholdt spoke first.
"I already know you're going to et Duke Fargar!"
"...?"
Ian was rather bewildered.
No idea where he got that information but...
Seems like he's got it wrong???
While Ian was heading south, he hadn't planned to et anyone specific yet.
But Bertholdt was convinced Ian was going to et Fargar!
"As always, you'll try to interfere with us!"
"...Wait. Actually, I've never tried to interfere with you."
It was true.
Ian was just traveling around.
He just happened to beat up(?) black wizards he unfortunately ran into!
But naturally, Bertholdt didn't believe Ian's words.
"You dare say that!"
"..."
"If it weren't for you, Maria would be my apprentice creating undead by now!"
Maria tried to shout sothing, but Kira and Belenka pulled her shoulders back. She held back for their sake.
"Karenne wouldn't have lost her body, and the Regent would have turned the north into a crucible of terror!"
Ian shouted in disbelief:
"Are you bragging about that?!"
Saying it like that, these black wizards really were evil bastards!
No matter how many tis he thought about it, Ian hadn't done anything wrong!
"Because of your worthless sense of justice! Do you even know how many years the golden age of magic has been delayed!"
But Bertholdt... just kept saying what he wanted to say.
Seed like that's what he ca to do from the start.
"Thinking of your cris, tearing you apart right here wouldn't be enough-!"
"..."
"But the rciful Regent has decided to give you one last chance!"
Last chance?
Though bewildered, Ian was curious about what ca next.
"What is it? This chance?"
"Follow and you'll find out."
Ian snickered.
"You think I'm a fucking idiot? Following you would be insane."
"Hahaha! Your opinion doesn't matter! Wizard Ian!"
Bertholdt burst into maniacal laughter.
"I will! Defeat you! And bring you before the Regent-!"
As he finished speaking, countless forms began appearing behind Bertholdt.
Many zombies and a few ghouls.
At the sa ti, the King of n let out a horrifying roar.
"Ooooooh-!"
An unbelievable number of undead for a single necromancer to control.
'Damn this Bertholdt bastard. Unnecessarily competent!'
"H-here they co...!"
"Please-! Heaven help us!"
The undead army poured toward Ian like a flood.
The old Ian would have... honestly, half given up.
He probably would've just drawn Arcana cards and let whatever happen.
But Ian had learned various magic at Imperial University.
"Kira!"
"Ready! Ian!"
Kira called upon the mystery of fire.
And Ian, the mystery of destruction.
"[Flas of Destruction!]"
A wave of blazing fire poured down as if to devour the world.
A dangerous magic that could burn everyone including Ian's group if not careful.
But Ian succeeded in controlling the power of destruction with almost genius-like intuition.
He had already succeeded once before.
"[Spew forth the Flas of Karma-!]"
A rain of fire poured down.
The massive fiery downpour completely incinerated the charging undead monsters, leaving not even a single bone.
For a mont, everyone watched in a daze.
'All those undead... turned to ashes...'
[Savage the Mad] was half stunned by the magical duel between the two insane wizards.
Both the necromancer summoning an army alone.
And Ian sweeping them all away with a rain of fire.
They both seed like sothing beyond human.
"Hey! Madman!"
Ian called to Savage.
The bandits playing separately would only help restore the King of n's HP.
He needed to get them to join his formation under Salvador's command.
"Y-yes sir?!"
"...? Huh, you're not doing the kekeke thing."
Ian tilted his head when Savage responded normally(?).
Savage scratched his forehead awkwardly as he answered.
"Um... I don't think this is my place anymore."
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