Undead.
Bizarre entities created when corpses were resurrected by the strange residual powers of this world.
Eeoooooo.
Uooaaaaa.
The reason why a follower of the Corpse Lord leading these monsters had entered this place was unknown, but what mattered not was their intent, but rather, how to escape from this situation.
Fortunately, it seed that the summoner wasnt present, but even without their command, the undead were beings deeply engrossed in consuming the living, faithful to their instincts.
What would follow was a chaotic battle, with dozens of undead converging on , wanting to consu alone.
Woooooo.
Was it possible?
Could I, with only the weapon in my hand, defeat this many undead?
Hyooooooo
No, I didnt need to defeat them all, just enough to open a path to escape.
As I tensely aid my spear at the undead from the wall, I suddenly realized they had stopped in their tracks and were staring at .
Staring at with hollow eyes, their mouths agape
Wooooo, Hyooooo
With my spear raised in alert, they began to tilt their heads, still looking at , and started to emit a dull voice.
With hideous mouths sared in blood from devouring several people
Woooooo, Hyooooo?
It was clearly a distinct word, not just a groan uttered by a corpse.
Woo Hyo, Woo Hyooooo
Eooooo, Woo Hyoooo.
Whats with these creatures?
Why were they suddenly calling my na?
Woo Hyoooooooo.?
Oo, Woo Hyooooooooo
For a mont, I thought I was mistaken, but listening again, they were definitely uttering my na.
For so reason, they only said Woo and omitted the surna, but that might be due to their tongues and jaw joints not being normal.
Yes, since they were creatures that only thought of eating upon encountering a person, it wasnt normal for them to just stand there and say sothing.
So, they must indeed be saying my na
Woo Hyoooooo!!!
Woo Hyoooooooooh~~!!!
But wasnt it a bit strange after all?
Even if the undead were the type to swarm and shout, why were they suddenly gathering and calling my na?
Whoooong.
And what about you, Ego Weapon?
If you think this situation is dangerous, you could just jump out like before, but why are you harmonizing with them at this ti?
Woo Hyooo~ Woo Hyooo~
Whooong.
But no matter how much ti passed, an atmosphere of hostility between us didnt form.
Seeing even the Ego Weapon just quietly moaning, I started to feel foolish for having been tense against them before.
I didnt know the reason, but at least judging from the current atmosphere, it didnt seem like these creatures were going to attack .
Uh, um If youre not planning to attack , may I pass through?
Woo Hyooooo
Despite my questioning, the undead just stood there dazedly, not attacking.
Still, just to be safe, I nudged them aside with the shaft of my spear, and their legs weakly moved aside, opening a path.
Even upon direct provocation, they showed no reaction.
After carefully stepping past them one by one, I entered the corridor Id co from and saw them start to cry out as I walked away.
Moan.
Wooooo Hyooooooo Suuuuu.
Its my na, but seeing them like this, it feels like so kind of voodoo ritual.
Surviving this situation felt unsettling in many ways.
But seeing my weapon still humming in my hand, it made sense why the undead had reacted that way to .
Indeed, the Ego Weapon, once devoid of self, had quickly awakened under my power.
Similarly, the instinct-driven undead might have beco unable to ignore my presence, perhaps due to the power that forced them to imprint my na.
Of course, thinking back to when I faced the Knight of Death, I doubt such a power of mine would work on soone of the Four Knights caliber.
Its unlikely to work on a boss-level entity, though.
After leaving the scene, I prepared to return to where my party was and took so ti to assess the situation.
Currently, this dungeon is inhabited by a being with enough power to twist Airis prophecy.
Even if it werent the Corpse Lord himself, who rivaled the Demon King in danger, eting any of his followers, the Four Knights, and expecting kindness would be unreasonable.
The only possibility might be the Knight of Death I t before, but even he spared with the expectation of making a comrade soday, so I should be cautious in any encounter.
So, ideally, I should leave this dungeon as soon as I rejoin my party, but as I was planning that, I saw dozens of undead gathered together in front of .
Groan.
Growl.
These werent ordinary undead.
Despite their armor being worn, each one was an elite being, fully ard.
Certainly, they were not adventurers turned zombies but forces brought in from outside, indicating that one of the Four Knights had entered the room where my party was.
Damn it, theyre already here.
Airis prophecy had collapsed, and all I had was a mithril Ego Weapon.
Logically, the best course of action would be to abandon the party and flee to save myself.
And to ignore the fate of the party mbers who entered this death trap with .
And the thought that I should flee and ignore the child who had been labeled a fallen hero because of , to be miserably killed by the undead, like the murderer who was previously devoured
Clench.
The tension in my jaw as I thought about this.
Even though withdrawing would be the wisest move, my steps were moving towards the location where my party and one of the Four Knights were confronting each other.
There really wasnt a choice in the first place.
To escape the dungeon, I needed a map and food, but all the maps and bags of food I had drawn up to now were with the party.
Moreover, with the uncertainty of what dangers lay ahead, cooperation with soone of a heros caliber was essential.
Uuuuuh?
Facing the undead as I continued forward with determination, I aid the tip of my spear at them and quietly said,
Its not Uuuuuh. Its Woo Hyo-sung, you things.
Hoping that this damned ability would help survive against these monsters resurrected from the dead.
There was no such thing as a safe zone for humans inside a dungeon.
However, Henrietta, a mage following the fallen hero and currently exploring this dangerous place, did not feel any imdiate sense of danger.
Unlike other tis, there was one capable fool in the party who would unconditionally listen to her.
Youve really worked hard. Thanks to the hero blocking all the passages in this area, we can comfortably search the entire region!
Thats thats good to hear Ah ha, ha.
With all the passages connected to the area now blocked by stacked structures, Henrietta approached the hero, who had exerted effort in constructing barricades, and chuckled as she handed her a water bottle.
The water bottle was not for rest, but to replenish the energy needed for upcoming tasks.
But, you know, Hero, since this area is wider than we thought, could you lend a bit of your strength to the search as well?
Search too, you say?
Yes~ I know youre working hard dealing with monsters during the night watch, but we can only investigate one at a ti. However, with your strength, we might be able to investigate an entire section at once~
Ah, yes. Ill do it. Just a bit more
With trembling legs, the Fallen Hero Yi Ga-ram again set out to search the room.
Seeing this, Henrietta burst into giggles, prompting the vanguard and the monk from the sa party to approach her.
Miss Mage, isnt this a bit too much?
Yeah, even a hero doesnt have infinite stamina.
Haha~ Weve blocked everything. What imdiate danger could there be?
Henrietta was chuckling and fiddling with the staff in her hand.
In her eyes, watching the Fallen Heros ragged steps, there was not even a hint of restraint regarding her actions.
As I said before, theres absolutely nothing to be apprehensive about. If you dont assert your position like this from the beginning, shell surely ignore and oppress us just like the other heroes did.
Well, lets just wait and see for now.
Yes, for now.
They were not directly involved, but they also harbored the sa disdain for the race of heroes.
Even if she fell, that girl would surely treat them no differently than the heroes who had oppressed them.
With such conviction, Henrietta wore a bitter smile, taking ti to tend to the staff in her hand.
So, would you join in becoming the dead and infinitely learning about the world?
Gorgon, the Knight of Famine.
A loyal servant among those who served the Corpse Lord, overseeing drought and hunger, self-proclaid Predator of Knowledge.
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