Kwak!!!
The spear was swung reflexively in response to the incoming gesture.
Even though he trusted his guard to the judgnt of his Ego Weapon and swung the spear blade, Gorgon, undeterred by his body being sliced, swung his sword again.
His emaciated body didnt mind parts being severed.
For an undead, the body was rely a vessel that housed the awakened ego and power.
Euhuhu, hahahahaha! Good! Really good!!
His body burned with relentless assault.
His body, slashed by the spear multiple tis, regenerated in real-ti, adding to the force of the swung black longsword.
Thus, he pressed on, looking for an opportunity to drain his vitality.
Kahak!
During their exchange, Gorgon suddenly extended a regenerated hand and twisted it around his neck.
Simultaneously, as the spear embedded in his body tried to explode with magic, Gorgon, seemingly irritated by this, twisted the shaft and forcefully suppressed the Ego Weapons magic.
The mont the only ans of counter was nullified in a head-on strength contest
Though he tried to drain his life from the throat he held, for so reason, this task was not easily accomplished, unlike before.
Hoo, this.
The reason was simple.
The foundation of necromancy, a curse, started by overwhelming the opponents ntal strength.
The stronger the will to resist, the harder it was for a curse to penetrate the opponents body.
Indeed, a trendous ntal strength. I understand why that Knight of Death coveted you, hahahaha!
Conversely, a being with such ntal strength, upon dying, would harbor desires stronger than any instinct for survival inherent to all beings.
Whether it be a grudge, a deep-seated desire, or love
Anything unfulfilled in this life was called a powerful attachnt, longing to be accomplished.
That unyielding spirit against any hunger will surely beco the path for you to endlessly achieve what you pursue.
At that mont, a gleam began to appear in Gorgons hollow eyes.
Yes, this individual was a raw gem incomparable even to heroes.
Thus, he wanted to make him his own.
He wished to dye his yet-to-bloom potential in his color at this mont.
So let that desire bloom into endless exploration. Wander this world forever with , and devote your strength to learning everything about this world!!!
With his shout, the intensifying power of the curse brought dizziness, and the decay accelerated from the hand gripping his throat.
In a few seconds, his body would turn into a rotten rag, becoming a dead being, maintaining only his ego.
Kwaang!!
However, at that mont, a being that burst into the space caused Gorgons body to be shattered by a decisive strike.
As his body, hit by the shock, disintegrated into dust, he was freed from the force that had been choking him, collapsing to the ground as his breath returned.
Keuk, heuk
He miraculously survived monts before becoming a dead being.
But it was impossible to feel relief, as the presence of the one who had just intruded was too significant to ignore.
A being who, from beyond the realm of humanity, could turn one of the Four Knights serving the Corpse Lord to dust in an instant.
How could one be at ease in such a situation?
Gorgon Zola. Further independent action is not permitted.
A being with such power, clanking with heavy iron attached to their body, intruded into the center of the space.
The heavily armored female knight, covered in blood and wielding a great sword, seed to embody war itself.
Quietly follow to the deepest part of the dungeon.
Kuhuhu, to interfere without a word, how excessive.
Gorgon, facing such a powerful being, leisurely reattached his regenerated joints.
After straightening his twisted head, he turned his hollow eyes to her and asked.
Knight of War, why do you obstruct ?
The one who had intruded at this mont was also a loyal servant of the sa lord.
And one of the knights in a position equal to himself.
If you, too, are a being obsessed with your own attachnts, surely you would understand my desire that even death could not quench.
That desire is nothing more than a tool of our mother.
In response to his question, the Knight of War bluntly answered, once again pointing her red greatsword towards him.
Gorgon Zola. Mother sent us to this dungeon to investigate and harvest what is necessary.
The red light seeping from beneath her helt was surely a reaction to her ominous magical power.
The fighting spirit to prove her loyalty as a creature molded by the hands of their mother.
And anger towards the fool who, though being of the sa created kind, constantly defied her will and whimsically acted out.
You, sustained by Mothers power, dare to defy her command?
Kuhuhu, indeed. Its best to end this deviation here.
As she said, their original purpose was to conquer this dungeon.
Humans could be killed and their bodies and minds seized at any ti, but being disturbed during important tasks should generally be avoided.
If human attention was unnecessarily heightened, there was a risk that it could disrupt their plans due to the annoyance.
What a pity. A little more, and a very interesting talent might have erged.
Swiftly, Gorgons gaze shifted towards the talent he coveted.
His nervous grip tightened on the spear under Gorgons gaze.
His efforts must seem desperate, but to such transcendent beings, they were as endearing as a mouses futile struggle.
For the ti being, at least.
To the living being with unwavering will. I look forward to the day we et again, when the seed Ive planted in you begins to sprout.
But crops show their true value not when they are planted but when they are harvested.
Hoping that his current anticipation would lead to the resolution of his attachnt, Gorgon began to lead the undead under his control towards the passage.
Eo, eoeo
Shireoeo, jugyeojyeoeo
Her old companions, with their drawn-out voices, left the scene and disappeared into the darkness.
The Knight of War, watching them emotionlessly, gestured to the undead around her and began to follow behind them.
Indeed, originally, that should have been the end of the friction.
Wait!
The man, finally releasing his held breath, shouted.
Upon hearing this, the Knight of War montarily paused and turned her head quietly to look at the man pointing the spear at her.
Just what
A human man who only held an Ego Weapon in his hand.
Apart from being from another world, he was no different from the insignificant beings they had turned into undead.
Just why are you sparing us?
The man who had summoned a calamity akin to war itself did not do so, thinking he could defeat her.
Because it was incomprehensible.
With the party annihilated by the sudden disaster, it was crucial to know why they were retreating, given the risk of sothing worse happening.
Arent you the enemy of humanity?! Then why are you sparing us instead of killing us? What are you planning to do next?!
Is your life more important than Mothers command?
But she felt no obligation or intent to sympathize with such desperation.
For any reason, she found it very displeasing that a trivial being like a human had detained her.
What?
Do not be mistaken, human. Your survival here is not because you are a being of value.
A rough and fierce voice from beneath a rusted iron helt.
Her hand tightened fiercely around her sword, but still, its tip was not pointed at him.
I am not going to kill you because Mothers command is more important than soone like you. To teach that fool, unlike humans who can be disposed of anyti, he is necessary for Mothers plan.
Yes, a few humans were not even worth the swing of her sword.
She could easily kill anyone who annoyed her, but for so reason, this individual had caught Gorgons interest.
Killing him here could cause unnecessary trouble, so she focused only on stopping him and then on her mission.
For that reason
Just for that reason.
Even though he fought desperately, risking death, he felt insignificant, as his struggle seed to go unnoticed.
Or can you fight?
The red light that flowed at the mont he felt the indignation rising from the contempt.
The red light from the cracks in her armor and the greatsword in her hand indicated the countless humans she had slaughtered who had obstructed her before coming here.
As if to flaunt that she herself symbolized war.
Can you muster the courage to resist those who threaten your worthless life, even for a few seconds?
Such a being spoke to him in this mont.
To refrain from entering a aningless fight if they understood each others status and limits.
If you cant even muster bravado right now, then quietly leave.
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