Undead.
Their rotting, desiccated bodies move, but fundantally, they couldnt be considered living beings.
Their bodily movent was rely a result of recalling the corpses mory, inducing actions from their living days.
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Accordingly, their actions were centered around mories of their past, especially the regrets they harbored in life, unless directed by a superior being or mage.
This was the reason why the typical undead were fixated on the living.
All undead inherently possessed a survival instinct, and thus, they would instinctively aim to satisfy their thirst by consuming the blood and warmth of the living.
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However, occasionally, there were undead who would break free from this one-dinsional survival instinct, possessing a purpose that would awaken their sense of self.
Whether it was for revenge, honor, love, or a sense of mission to continue traditions
Powerful regrets that transcend the will to survive grant them a rightful purpose, overcoming even the obsession with life itself.
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One such miraculous being, screaming at the undead gathered in the churchs prayer room, caught the attention of Briton IV as he passed by.
A man wearing a crow-like mask and draped in white leather clothes.
His posture, leaning his chin on his hand and tilting his head, indicated his interest in the undead praying before a god.
Truly an interesting power. The dead usually think of nothing but their own regrets, yet how does this power forcibly stir the minds of the dead, even altering their words and actions?
Blight, the White Knight of Plague.
His continued interest as a scholar implied that an undeniable phenonon was occurring.
Hey, Archbishop. Please look this way for a mont.
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Feeling his interest deepen, Blight gave an order to one of the undead.
At his gesture, the Archbishop turned his gaze, and Blight pulled him closer by putting an arm around his neck.
Yes, Archbishop. I called you here. I have a question. Could you tell what youre most vividly rembering right now?
Undead couldnt go against the commands of superior beings and mages.
Being a close aide to the Corpse Lord and one of the Four Knights, Blights words were indisputable to a re undead.
Even if one were of the highest rank, second only to the Pope in the past, without awakening their ego, they were rely equal dead.
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But even such a being, prioritizing survival instinct, must have had sothing akin to regret from their living days.
Prompted by Blight to dig into such a regret, the undead soon voiced the most vivid mory they possessed.
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Ha-ha-ha-ha!! Yes!! Woo Hyo-oh-oh!! Is he more important than your old mories!?
Blight burst into laughter and violently struck the body of the undead upon hearing this response.
The undeads neck bone broke, but being insensible to pain, he was indifferent to such injuries.
Once released from control, he moved away as if nothing happened, praying before the god with his hands clasped and chanting Woo Hyo.
This is truly remarkable. The mories of an undead, consud by the power of a lord capable of drowning this continent in death, incessantly repeating a re humans na! What a bizarre phenonon that defies all logic!!
Blight, greatly intrigued by this discovery, started guffawing, spreading his twisted hands wide.
Its just a na for now, but this minor discovery might lead to a grand conclusion soday. Thus, I, Blight, who first recognized the value of this phenonon, shall bestow upon it the na Woo Hyo Disease!! Woo Hyooooooh~!!!
You seem unusually energetic today, Blight.
Woo Hyo Disease, indeed.
Briton IV thought to himself that the young man, who was still in his mories, might be displeased with such a na. As he approached from behind, Blight finally noticed his presence and turned his attention towards him.
Oh, it turns out to be the king himself.
The pleasure was evident in his voice.
With that, he placed his twisted hand over his chest and opened the beak of his mask to greet.
Ah, Briton, the great and intelligent fourth king. I, Blight, your loyal retainer and humble scholar, greet you after such a long ti~
Fortunately, all of you have gathered safely today. My loyal knights.
The Corpse Lord, Gwen Hwibar.
A being aiming to erase all living beings from this world and to reign as their ruler
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