Chapter 18: Death knight
As Razor entered the arena he first looked at the 2 idiotic knights who dared to stand infront of him.As the first knight in fear trembled Razor attacked him by using one of his favorite magical spells,a 9th tier spell Ignium odulla ossis.
As the name says it ignites the bonemarrow of any being and gives them unimaginable amount of pain when they dies.
As the first knight is screaming as his eyes, noses and other orifices are bleeding as he is slowly dying.
The second knight seeing the other knights suffering trying to ran away while screaming monster.
Razor really starting to get angry as he heard that filthy human's audicaty to call him a monster
When that racist human who cause war,suffering on others on such insignificant things like race,skin color,religion.
He as a hetromorph its understandable that he hunts human because he is human races natural predator.But human what right they have to inflict pain on their own.Except for stroking their insignificant ego.
So Razor killed him even more painful way.He haven't used one skill for a long time.
Locust manipulation,he summoned thousands of locusts as they started to eat that 2nd night.
Seeing the cruelty of Razor Nemu long ago passed out in fear.But Enri is still somehow watching these scenes as she is frozen like a statue.
Razor then saw first night just died.So he turned him into death knight and order him to kill all the the people from slane theocracy in the village.
As the death knight went to kill the knights Razor was cooking up some of his schemes,
a humanoid shape came through the still-open Gate. At the same time, the Gate's duration ended, and it slowly disappeared.
A person clad in a suit of full-body black plate armor stood before Razor as he is lost on his own world.
That suit of armor looked like a demon. It was covered in spikes and did not expose the slightest bit of flesh. Its clawed gauntlets grasped a black kite shield in one hand and a bardiche that radiated a sickly green glow in the other. A blood-red cape blew in the wind, while the doublet beneath was also the carmine of fresh blood.
"The preparations took some time. I apologize for my late arrival," Albedo's melodic voice spoke from beneath the horned helmet.
Albedo's levels were in the defense focused Dark Knight class. As a result, among the three level one hundred warriors of Nazarick — Sebas, Cocytus, and Albedo — Albedo possessed the greatest defensive ability.
In other words, she was the strongest shield in Nazarick.
"No, it's fine. You came just in time."Razor dismissed the notion.
"Thank you. Then… how shall we dispose of these inferior lifeforms? If you do not wish to stain his hands with their blood, I will gladly eliminate them on your behalf,Razor-sama."Albedo requested.
"No need they are our bait also part of my plan"Razor hastily stopped her.
So Razor cast a healing spell on Enri to heal her then asked "now you feeling alright young lady".
Enri not wanting to anger either of these terrifying beings said while stuttering "I-I am alright.Thank you very much for saving us.I will never forget such kindness".
Razor then in his mind thinking"yeah right,kindness,I don't even understand such nonsense.If you were not a useful tool I would have killed you with them".
But outside he said while smiling kindly just like an angel"don't worry about that dearie.Take this(as he gave her the Horns of the Goblin General) and said when you are in trouble use this.This will keep you safe,ok?".
As Razor going to leave with Albedo he suddenly her from behind Enri says "Wait,kind sir,can I hear our saviours name?"
Razor then just give her a shoulder side glance and said"Razor,Razor Asura".
On Otherhand On The Battlefield
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The mighty roar shattered the air.
It was the signal for a slaughter to become a massacre of a different sort.
In the blink of an eye, the hunters had become the hunted.
Londes Di Gelanpo had probably cursed his gods more times in the past ten seconds than he had in the rest of his life. If the gods really did exist, then they should defeat that evil being right now. Londes was a faithful man — why had the gods abandoned him?
THE GODS DOESN'T EXIST.
In the past, he had looked down on those people who did not believe in the gods as fools. After all, if the gods did not exist, how could the priests work their magic? And now, he realised that he was the foolish one.
The monster before him — a Death Knight, for want of a better word — drew closer.
He took two steps back in response, trying to get away from it.
A shrill creaking noise came from his armor, and the sword he clutched in both hands was trembling uncontrollably. He was not the only one; the other eighteen knights surrounding the Death Knight were all acting the same way.
Although they were filled with fear, none of them ran. This was not courage — the grinding of their teeth could attest to that. If they could, they would run as fast and as far as they could.
It was because they knew there was no escape.
Londes's eyes shifted, pleading for help.
This square was at the center of the village, where Londes and his men had gathered sixty or so villagers. They looked fearfully at Londes and his men, while a group of children were hiding behind a wooden watchtower.
Some of the children held sticks, but none of them was in a fighting stance. It was all they could do not to drop their sticks.
During Londes's attack on the village, they had chased the villagers to the central square. They searched the houses, and then, in order to root out anyone who was hiding in the cellars, they poured in alchemical oils and set them on fire.
There were four knights standing guard around the village with bows, and their job was to shoot down anyone who tried to escape the village. They had done this several times now, and it could be said that they were old hands at this sort of thing.
The massacre had taken a fair bit of time, but it had been successful, and they had gathered the surviving villagers into one place. After that, they would release some of the prisoners as bait.
It should have been like that, but—
Londes still remembered that moment.
The sight of Erion flying through the air, after the last few villagers fled into the square.
It should have been impossible. Nobody knew what was going on. How could they understand the reason why a trained, grown man in full plate armor — which still had some weight even if it was lightened by magic — could fly through the air like a ball?
After soaring about seven meters through the air, he fell to the earth with a thunderous crash and lay still.
A bone-chilling monster stood where Erion had been. The hair-raising undead being called a Death Knight lowered the tower shield that had bashed Erion and stood before them.
This was when their despair began.
"Aiiiiieee!"
Their panicked squeals echoed through the air. One of the men huddled together with his comrades could not bear the oppressive terror and fled with a scream.
Under these extreme circumstances, it was only natural that — when stretched to the breaking point — people would snap. However, among all of the fleeing man's comrades, not one of them joined him. The reason was that would soon be evident.
A black gale whirled past the field of Londes's vision.
The Death Knight's body was larger than a normal human's, but its nimble grace was far beyond anyone's expectations.
The fleeing man only managed to take three steps.
Just as he was about to take his fourth step, an arc of silver brilliance cleaved his body in two. The bisected left and right halves of his body collapsed in opposite directions. A sour stench filled the air as his pink internal organs spilled all over the grounds.
GUWOOOOOOOOOOHHH!" the blood-covered Death Knight roared as it swung its sword.
It was a roar of joy.
The look of delight was unmistakeable, even on its rotted face. As an overwhelmingly superior slaughterer, it savored the despair and terror of the pitiful humans who could not even survive a single one of its blows.
Nobody dared attack, though they had swords in hand.
At first, they had tried an attack, though they were afraid. But even those blades which had made it past their foe's defense could not strike a telling blow through the Death Knight's armor.
In contrast, the Death Knight did not use its sword, but sent Londes flying with a shield bash, and it did so without using enough force to kill.
It was clearly toying with them, given the way it did not use its full strength. It was plain to see that the Death Knight wanted to enjoy the dying struggles of these humans.
The Death Knight only dealt fatal blows in earnest when the knights tried to escape.
The first knight to run was Ririk. He was a nice guy but a bad drunk. His limbs were chopped off, followed by his head.
After seeing the two deaths, the other knights knew the score, so they did not dare to flee.
Their attacks were ineffective, and they would be killed if they tried to run.
The only thing they could do was wait their turn to be tortured to death.
Although there was no way to see their faces below the full helms they wore, everyone present was keenly aware of their fate. The wails of grown men reduced to children echoed throughout the village. These men who had always oppressed the weak had not thought that one day, they would be on the receiving end of that treatment.
"Oh god, please save me…"
"Oh god…"
After hearing these cries for salvation, the strength left Londes's legs and he almost fell to his knees. He loudly cursed the gods — or was it a prayer to them?
"You, you lot, go hold that monster back!" a desperate knight shouted. He knew that his fate was sealed. His words sounded like an off-key psalm.
The man who spoke was standing next to the Death Knight. The way he was stumbling back on his tiptoes to back away from the corpse of his comrade was quite comical.
Londes frowned as he looked on that man in his pathetic state. It was hard to tell who had spoken those words because their closed helmets covered their faces and their voices were distorted by fear. Still, he knew that only one man would speak like that.
...Captain Belius.
Londes's frown deepened.
Overcome by his lewd desires, he had tried to rape a village girl and then sought help from others after he got into a fight with her father. After he was pulled off the other man, he vented his anger by stabbing the father with his sword. That was the kind of man he was. However, his family was quite wealthy in their country, and he had joined this unit because of his family's riches.
Everything had gone wrong because he had been made their leader.
"I'm not someone who should die here! All of you, hurry up and protect me! Be my shields!"
Nobody moved. He might have been appointed their leader, but he was not popular at all. Nobody would throw their lives away for a man like this.
However, the Death Knight responded to his shouting, and it slowly turned to face Belius.
"Aiiiiiieeeeee—!"
The only thing praiseworthy about him was that he could make so much noise while standing in front of the Death Knight.
Just as Londes began to respect this odd quality of Belius's, he heard the man shriek in terror:
"Money, I'll give you money! Two hundred gold pieces!! No, five hundred gold pieces!!!"
Those were considerable amounts he was talking about. However, right now, it was like telling them that he would pay them to jump off a five hundred meter cliff.
Although nobody responded, one person — no, half a person moved as though in reply to him.
"Uboooooarrr…"
The right half of the bisected corpse gripped Belius's ankles firmly. The bloody gargling from its mouth hardly sounded like words.
"—Ogyaaaaaahhhhh!!!!" Belius screamed in an unnaturally high-pitched voice. The onlooking knights and villagers were frozen in fear, their skin covered in goosebumps.
Squire Zombies.
In YGGDRASIL, creatures killed by the Death Knight would become undead of comparable power, haunting the place where they were killed. According to the game's rules, those damned souls who fell to the Death Knight's blade would become its slaves for all eternity.
Belius stopped screaming, and fell like a puppet whose strings had been cut, facing the sky. He must have passed out. The Death Knight drew closer to the defenseless man and stabbed its wavy-blade flamberge down.
Belius's body twitched, and—
"Gu-Guwaaaaaaargh!"
Woken by the incredible pain, Belius screamed, "Leh, leh me guh!!!!! Ah beggehg yeh!!!!!! Ah duh anythuh!!!!!!!"
Using both hands, Belius desperately grabbed the flamberge that had already penetrated his body, but the Death Knight paid his futile struggles no heed and worked the flamberge like a saw. His flesh and armor were cruelly torn open, and fresh blood flew everywhere.
"—Aah—eeeh—ah gib ya munni, leh, leh meh guh—"
Belius's body shuddered, and then he breathed his last. Only then was the Death Knight satisfied, and it stepped away from Belius's corpse.
"No… no… please, no…"
"Oh god!"
Their screams came from seeing the ghastly sight before them. If they ran, they would die swiftly, but if they stayed, they would die horribly. They knew that perfectly well, but still, they could not bring themselves to move.
"—Get a grip!"
Londes's shout tore through their wailing. The world was filled with silence, as though time was standing still.
"—Fall back! Sound the horn for the horsemen and archers to come here! The rest of you, do your best to buy some time for the hornblower! I'd rather not die like that, if you don't mind! Now move!"
Everyone moved in an instant.
There was no sign of their earlier panic. Everyone moved in silent unison, like a raging waterfall.
Their mechanical obedience to their orders without thinking created a miracle. There was no way they could move so immaculately again.
The knights each did what they were supposed to do. They had to protect the knight who would blow the horn and signal the others.
One of the soldiers who had taken several steps back lowered his sword and withdrew his horn from his bag.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The Death Knight charged, as though reacting to the horn being taken out. Everyone was shocked. Could it be that the Death Knight wanted to destroy their means of escape so he could kill them to the last man?
The flood of darkness drew closer and closer, and everyone knew that stepping forward to try and stop it was certain death. However, the knights still climbed over each other to block the Death Knight one after the other. Their fear was wiped away by an even greater fear and they surged forward to become obstacles.
Every time its shield moved, a knight was smashed through the air.
Every time its blade flashed, a knight was cut in two.
"Dezun! Morett! Behead the fallen! Hurry, before they come back as monsters!"
The named knights hurriedly ran toward their murdered comrades.
The shield swung, and a knight was thrown into the air. His body was bisected by the flamberge.
Four men had lost their lives in the blink of an eye. Though Londes was still gripped with fear, he readied his sword against the coming of the jet-black storm, like a martyr preparing to give his life for his faith.
"Ohhhh!"
It might have been a meaningless gesture, but Londes did not intend to wait for death. Giving voice to a battlecry, he swung his sword with all his strength at the oncoming Death Knight.
Perhaps it was because of his circumstancbut Londes's muscles broke their limit and surprised him. It might have been the best blow Londes had ever struck in his life.
The Death Knight swung its flamberge as well.
In an instant, the world before Londes spun—
And he saw his decapitated corpse collapse to the ground, as his sword swung through thin air.
Just then, at that moment, the horn rang out—
Hearing the horn rang out Razor decided to take a human form and fly into the sky with Albedo and watching death knight's carnage.While feeling his own bloodlust also soaring sky high.Which is arguing him to go down there and slaughter all those livings like worthless maggots which they already are.
But he controlled it with his indomitable will.So now he is coldly watching the slaughter like some TV show.
Although the undead made by Razor's magic and his skills were stronger than ordinary monsters of their kind due to his class skills. Naturally the same applied to the Death Knight he had just created. However, it was only a level thirty five monster, and it was nothing in comparison to the monsters which required XP to create, like Overlord Wiseman and Grim Reaper Thanatos.
It is still get the job done and can dominate these weaklings like an alpha.
As he mentally ordered the death knight to take all of his zombies and go to Nazerick.He went to familiarize with the villagers they immediately thanked him for saving them as he charmed the village leader he got all the information village leader knew.
Now looks like it's time to wait till Gazef comes.
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