The Return of the Destruction-Class Death Knight Chapter 140
Episode 140: Gasdal of Selection (1)
Command School.
It was a school of black magic that used the spirits of the dead and treated them like slaves.
Other schools of black magic also deal with souls, but only to produce black magic.
The School of Commandery was able to deal with souls in a high-dimensional way and exert direct influence on them.
The skeletons summoned by Gasdal were just like that.
It is to use the soul of the dead as a soldier by binding it to a piece of bone.
‘That’s terrible.’
Damien saw it. Souls suffering while tied to skeletons.
Even after death, I couldn’t find peace and was extorted by a warlock.
It couldn’t have been anything but a terrible thing.
“Krrrrr!”
Perhaps Miya can see the suffering souls in her eyes too.
Miya is a being created from the thoughts of those who were sacrificed to the corpse play.
“Krrrrr!”
In the end, Miya could not suppress her murderous intent and ran towards Gasdal.
Hundreds of skeletons blocked the way. Miya enlarged her arms and swung them at the skeletons.
Every time Miya swung her fist, the skeletons were crushed to pieces and sent flying far away.
Skeletons made of bones were no match for Miya. Miya cut through the skeleton army with great momentum, closing the distance between her and Gasdal.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a well-made flash golem. I wonder what the creator’s face looks like.”
But Gasdall didn’t care one bit.
“If it comes to this, I guess I’ll have to be a little more serious about it too.”
Gasdal struck the ground with his staff again.
The shattered bone fragments gathered in front of Gasdal. They began to come together and reassemble.
The shattered bones and the crushed bones all returned to their original places. The speed was so fast that there was no time to stop it.
This was a sore point for the command school.
The skeletons commanded by the necromancer were infinitely restored. The only way to stop them was to cut off the supply of black magic.
The problem was that Gasdal, the target of the black magic supply, was under the protection of the skeletons.
“Krrrrr!”
But this was something that Miya had expected. She had faced skeletons before.
Since the skeleton is endlessly restored, the supply of black magic itself had to be cut off.
In other words, it was Gasdal himself who had to be killed, not the skeletons. Knowing this, Miya also rushed at Gasdal.
“Crunch!”
Miya leapt at the skeleton army again. If she had broken it once, there was no way she wouldn’t break it twice.
At that moment, Gasdal struck the ground with his staff.
A magic circle appeared beneath their feet. At the same time, the bones of the skeletons began to turn black.
It was Black Bone, a black magic that drastically increased the durability of skeletons.
“Krrrrr!”
Miya hit the skeleton with her enlarged fist. But unlike before, the skeleton did not fly away.
Even after being hit by a punch, it did not break, but rather stood its ground and fought back.
“Crrrrr?”
A reinforced skeleton army charged in, pushing back Miya’s fists.
He cut Miya’s body with a bone sword, pierced it with a spear, and struck it with a shield.
“Kang!”
Miya was helpless against the skeletons’ attacks. She was pushed back continuously.
“You can’t even withstand this? It doesn’t seem to have been made by a high-level warlock, does it?”
Gasdal said as if he was disappointed. Miya glared at Gasdal even while being attacked by the skeleton.
“Krrrr… … Kruk!”
Miya’s eyes were filled with a deep murderous intent. Gasdal looked at Miya with interest.
“An undead who hates warlocks? That’s unusual. It’s rare to see an undead like you.”
“Krrrrrrr!”
Miya shouted at him to stop talking nonsense.
At that moment, flames erupted from Miya’s entire body.
“huh?”
The flames did not burn Miya’s body. Instead, they instantly regenerated her wounds.
“Wait a minute, could this be the Phoenix’s… … .”
Miya charged towards the skeletons. The skeletons that touched the flames instantly burned.
The skeletons that had not even flinched at the troll’s fist were instantly reduced to ashes.
The path blocked by the skeletons opened wide. Miya reached out to grab Gasdal.
Then, Gasdal tapped the ground with his staff again.
The shadows beneath his feet began to stir, and pitch-black spears shot out one after another. The spears pierced through the flames and pierced Miya’s torso.
“… … Kang!”
The flames that had reduced the skeletons to ashes could not burn the spear. Miya groaned as her body was pierced.
“An undead that uses holy flame? That’s interesting material. I should take it and study it. However, it’s dangerous, so I’ll have to cut off its limbs.”
Skeletons emerged from Gasdal’s shadow again. They grabbed Miya’s limbs and tried to tear them off.
At that moment, Damian hugged Miya from behind.
At the same time as he pulled Miya out of the window, he swung his Dawn. The aura released and created a slash. The crescent-shaped slash cut through the skeletons and struck Gasdal.
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But before the attack could reach him, Gasdal created a shield out of shadow and blocked the aura.
Damien took advantage of the gap to get away from Gasdal. First, he had to get Miya to a safe place.
Damien put Miya on the floor. There were fist-sized holes all over her body.
“Kang… … .”
Even with Miya’s regenerative powers, recovery was not going well.
“What a thoughtless owner. To watch your pet get to that point.”
Gasdal said in a mocking tone. Damien turned to him and said.
“I left it alone because I still had a lot to learn.”
Miya was unable to control her anger and rushed at Gasdal, getting badly injured.
I think this incident will give you an insight into how strong your enemy is.
“Learning… … That was too risky a decision. What would I have done if I had just destroyed that guy in one breath… … ”
“How many have you killed?”
“Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Damien said, pointing to the spear sprouting from Gasdal’s feet.
“Those things… … are demon spears.”
Demon spear.
It was one of the vision magics of the Command School.
It was a weapon created by intertwining, combining, and compressing evil spirits filled with emotions such as hatred, resentment, and anger.
It was known that living creatures would become weak upon contact, and would die if even the slightest brush with it.
What was most frightening of all was that it could resist divine power.
“He asked how many people he had killed to create the skeletons and the evil spear.”
Gasdal said with a look of incomprehension on his face in response to Damien’s question.
“That’s a strange thing to say. Do you remember how many times you’ve breathed in your life?”
At those words, Damien burst out laughing. The laughter was low and long.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard such crappy talk.”
He breathed magic into the dawn. A blue aura instantly colored the blade.
“Is the owner finally coming out?”
Gasdal called the skeletons together with an expectant look on his face.
“I wish you were a little stronger than that guy.”
Gasdal struck the ground with his staff.
Skeletons made of black bones charged forward with their weapons in front.
An army of hundreds of skeletons.
There was nothing that couldn’t be broken. But even if I did, it was obvious that Gasdal would restore it again. I couldn’t waste my time on such useless things.
Damian observed the skeletons and read their movements. Although they had no muscles, their skeletons were human, so it wasn’t difficult.
A path was drawn naturally in his mind. Damian entered the legion with his light extended.
-Kkieek!
-Kueeeeek!
Hundreds of skeletons formed a multi-layered encirclement to kill one Damian.
The skeletons that formed a siege swung their weapons in an attempt to kill one of Damiens.
Attacks poured in from all sides. Bone spears and swords tried to wound Damien’s body.
Damian took a step forward, searching for a safe path. The skeletons’ attacks tore through the air again and again.
Damien was moving through the legions so naturally, as if water were flowing between stones.
“What is this… …?”
A look of shock slowly spread across Gasdal’s face at the absurd sight.
“You idiots… …! Why do you keep making mistakes! Just stab me to death!”
Gasdal kept nagging, but it was no use.
Damian had already passed the legion and stood in front of Gasdal.
“This is ridiculous… … !”
Gasdal struck the ground with his staff. A lance burst out of the shadows and pierced Damien.
At that moment, Damien’s body became blurry and the evil spirit spear only split the air.
“… … !”
Gasdal turned around at the ominous feeling behind his back.
The dawn swung by Damien decapitated Gasdal.
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Gasdal’s head fell to the ground.
Damien didn’t stop there, but slashed Gasdal’s body several more times with his blade. The torso fell apart, splitting into several pieces.
“You are doing something useless.”
A voice came from below.
Gasdal, who had only his head left, was looking at Damien and laughing.
“It’s no use even if you do that. This body… … .”
“It’s fake?”
Gasdal’s face hardened at Damien’s words.
“This is just an undead that you control remotely. The real you is somewhere else.”
“How do you… … .”
I noticed it from the moment we first met.
Damien was a swordsman, but he was also an excellent black magician. That was why he could sense a sense of discomfort from the black magic that Gasdal was emitting.
Above all, the skeleton army summoned by Gasdal was too weak.
It’s hard to believe that the Great Warlock summoned him.
“You… … What exactly are you? Are you a knight of the sect? Or… … .”
Damien stomped on Gasdal’s head. His head burst and his voice stopped.
The gas moon in front of him was fake, but from Damian’s perspective, it was as good as finding the real thing.
Damian extracted black magic from the fake Gasdal’s corpse.
Fresh black magic recently released by the warlock.
That’s what Damien needed so badly.
“If I have this, I can find where the main body is.”
Damian created a spell using black magic. It was black magic that used black magic to trace back the main body.
Damien, who had been keeping his eyes closed for a long time, raised his head.
“It wasn’t a historic site.”
The place the detection magic pointed to was outside. And it wasn’t an ordinary place either.
The Count.
Wherever the lord of a hundred countries was, there was Gasdal.
