3-05: The Unreasonable Palm II (3/4)
Uu, ahh H-How could soone like you exist!?!?
Thats why the Undead King too wailed like a child throwing a tantrum.
Were his limbs intact, he would have surely made a run for it or beco unable to stand from fear.
Just what is this!? No Please, forgive ! I didnt know! This is too much! Save ! I dont want everything to end here!
Such misfortune was just too unlikely.
An astronomically low chance that could only occur when the bad luck of millions of people were put together.
Gulde couldnt believe that such a thing would lay its eyes on him, and he incoherently tried to escape from that calamity.
To describe such a thing as a devil was too adorable of a description.
The three-hundred years of life hes spent as a lich lord was aningless before such an existence.
His question too ant little. With a rank of S in Skill, what the calamity had accomplished mustve been childs play to him.
It wasnt a question of theory or thod, no, it was possible purely because he was S Rank.
Before such a thing, principles, theories, thods, and even Guldes own head would submit.
Even legendary magic on the level of ones own breathing would submit.
That was just how abnormal such a rank was.
I see, you dont want to disappear In that case, do your best.
A cheerful and suspicious smile surfaced on the boys face, and with the snap of his fingers, the air that had been shaken by his S Rank beca heavy and dark. It was a familiar air that invigorated the Lich Lord.
Then those appeared.
The vengeful ghosts are gathering?
The air was cold to the humans, while it was comfortable to the undead.
Clad in it were none other than those humanoid creatures that were once humans.
Their shimring spiritual bodies were of a toxic hue due to the amalgamation of negative thoughts.
They all looked the sa, with crushed skulls and perforated holes for their their eyes, nose, and mouth.
They gradually increased in number as they groaned and surrounded Gulde and the boy, then the boy turned to them and said.
Ill give you an opportunity. Im sure you have plenty of grudges, so Im going to use all of that as my blade today Look, this is the person that killed you.
The boy(calamity) pointed to the skull on the ground, and the vengeful ghosts turned to it.
In the next mont, their eyes turned red, and a blade of hatred appeared in their hands.
Ghost Soldiers(Wraiths)!
In that short mont, soone identified what these ghosts were.
Though their bodies were half-transparent and they swayed unsteadily, they had a body that could interfere with the physical.
They retained their spiritual bodies, but their regrets took shape and gave them a sharp blade.
With their vicious and eerie figures, it wouldnt be wrong to describe them as ard evil spirits.
If skeletons used bones and corpses as their dium to beco undying soldiers, then wraiths used the dead soul itself to gain the power to interfere with reality.
Regardless, both were forbidden arts.
What have you done?
That was an act no different from desecrating the death; hence, soones cry of lantation, but the people in question did not care.
The boy just continued to smile, while Gulde was stunned, and fury, hatred, and grief poured out of the red eyes of the wraiths.
How dare you!
Give her back! Giver her back! Give her back!!
You took everything from !!
Die, die, die!!
Give her back to ! Give that child back to ! Give back my life!
Voices and killing intent beca so heavy upon taking shape, and even the maids that werent targeted by the wraiths moaned at the oppressiveness of the air.
Blades filled with hate overlapped as they pierced through Gulde one after another.
They increased in numbers at an accelerating pace and shot at him from every direction.
Crumbling pieces of white bones rose to the air with the blades, but the tip of the blades were not the bones themselves but the contents within.
Gulde could thoroughly feel the pain from that, but he laughed nonetheless.
Fu, fu ha ha! This is good! Its so comfy!!! Hate , loathe ! That itself shall be a great feast to !!
The lich lord laughed loudly as the hateful swords penetrated him.
As soone who has beco an undead through the sacrifice of countless people, the regret and hatred of these wraiths were nothing more than nourishnt for his soul.
Especially, since these were the sa people that he killed with his own hands.
It was curious how the calamity was able to call them here, but it was stupid speculating about the thods of an S Rank, so he just smiled and drank all of the hate the wraiths threw at him.
OOOOOoo!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
But the wraiths could not understand any of that, and with their nesis before them, their blades never stopped.
Before long, there were dozens, then a hundred blades, and Gulde just laughed as he took them all.
Not only did his white bones not get wounded, they even increased in number.
Hes regenerating!?
Now that he has acquired more vitality than ever, there was no need to continue displaying such a shaful appearance.
He regenerated the parts he lost and recovered his previous appearance and power. Or at least, thats what Gulde thought, but then he shook his head and laughed.
Ku, ha ha ha ha! Amazing! This is amazing! As expected of the wraiths created by an S Rank! What perfection! What purity of hate and grief! Its the best!!
The negative thoughts pouring into him was better than anything hes had until now.
So intoxicating was the aroma of death and resentnt that he drank upon now that he could not help but wonder if it was mud he had been drinking until now.
This was not only sufficient to restore him to his forr self. No, he would beco even greater, and he brimd with the power of death.
His white bones that were being carried by the countless blades easily regained their limbs, and overflowing malice clad itself over him.
The miasma that gushed out transford into a jet-black robe, a sinister serpentine staff, and a crown adorned with black jewels.
The evil ki that emanated from him now was in a league of its own compared to the foul aura he once emanated.
Ah What have you done? Now his power has grown stronger!
Soone seed to have realized that and scread out in despair, but what a comforting voice that was to Gulde.
Now this was how a true lich lord ought to look, Gulde thought as darkness glimred from his eyes sockets.
He couldnt stop laughing. If it was now, then perhaps he might even be able to reach the forbidden abyss that he could not reach before.
The endless hatred that poured out at him one after another made his bones rattle with euphoria and rapture.
It even seed as though all of his bones were thickening. No
But of course! Why didnt I realize it first!? There was never any need to limit myself to a humans size! After all, I am the Great Undead King!
His bones really were getting bigger thicker, longer
And Gulde was more than happy with that developnt. There was no reason for him to be the sa size as those lowly ones that could not escape from death.
Indeed, he should beco even bigger.
Gulde spread out his arms and treated the sword mountain ford by the blades of the wraiths as his throne and welcod with exultation all the hate that they threw at him.
Already he had grown 1.5 tis his original size, but that was not rely a change to his height or physique.
His volu had increased. Already, the bones on him were not human-sized but of the size of so other species, and they were not done growing.
Ku ku ku, wonderful! Look how much Ive grown in just this past few seconds! Indeed, I have lived my three hundred years in vain! Ahahaha!!
His vessel was becoming gigantic.
That was proof that his soul that has been turned into a lich lord was growing bigger from the sustenance provided by all of the hatred.
He was easily reaching a realm that he could not reach with his research alone.
But he showed know resentnt and was simply filled with exultation as though he had been waiting for this mont for a long ti.
This is my true Huh?
But then he felt sothing strange from his arms, and the serpentine staff fell from his hand.
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