Chapter 1640 – 1640. God’S Atlantis
The owner of the voice was a warrior wearing a particularly eye-catching golden armor. He was at the center of the army. He appeared to be a great warrior leading the warriors.
“Enemies of the great ruler of the golden desert! You will be buried in the sand of this desert with your stinking corpses! Charge!!”
He issued a charge order without any preamble.
Warriors on camels rushed toward me, kicking up sand dust. The warriors’ faces were full of confidence. Their morale was sky-high.
It was only natural. The enemies numbered 3,000, while we had 700 mid-level undead. Even in terms of numbers, they outnumbered us by more than four times. Moreover, elite warriors could easily take on two or three mid-level undead on their own.
In terms of both quantity and quality, the enemies had the upper hand.
‘If they were living soldiers instead of undead, they would have been so terrified they would have deserted the battlefield.’
However, the undead, completely under my control, did not feel fear toward the enemies. They were simply preparing for the upcoming battle according to my will.
They did not fear the enemy, they did not eat or defecate, and they did not rebel. The undead were the perfect army.
‘There’s something they overlooked.’
In an ordinary world war, it would be impossible to overcome the difference in numbers and quality. Especially in this desert where strategy doesn’t work.
‘This is Atlantis. A world where myths rage.’
I raised my right arm.
‘In the battlefields of Atlantis, the outcome can be reversed by a single being. And I am here.’
The ‘Book of the Dead’ did not only contain methods for creating undead. Creating undead was just the basics of what was written in the Book of the Dead.
I quietly muttered an incantation. A huge amount of mana drained away.
Crack, crackle.
Black rain fell from the sky. It was a strange sight. The clear blue sky was cloudless.
Black Sonata.
The undead, struck by the black rain, roared. A terrible scream echoed across the battlefield.
“Kyahhhhhhh!”
Also, the stats of the undead hit by the black rain increased slightly.
“Go, Skeleton Knights!”
I pointed forward with my index finger.
The Skeleton Knights on skeletal horses charged at the desert warriors.
Compared to the 3,000 enemy soldiers, the 100 Skeleton Knights were pathetic, even pitiful. Of course, the Skeleton Knights didn’t know any of that. They just charged at the enemies with their weapons as I ordered.
Camel warriors and Skeleton Knights clashed.
The result was as expected. The Skeleton Knights were crushed. The 100 Skeleton Knights couldn’t stop the desert warriors’ charge for even a second.
“Corpse Explosion.”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
The bodies of the shattered Skeleton Knights exploded.
‘I never expected the Skeleton Knights to win from the start.’
I just wanted the bodies of the Skeleton Knights to be as close to the enemies as possible.
“Corpse Explosion!”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
A massive explosion occurred. The desert warriors were caught in the explosion along with their camels and fell to the sandy ground.
I continued to use Corpse Explosion.
“Corpse Explosion! Corpse Explosion! Corpse Explosion!”
Kwaaang! Kwaaang! Kwaaaaaaaang!
The continuous explosions were three to four times more powerful than grenades.
Originally, Corpse Explosion was a dark magic that consumed mana. The explosive power wasn’t this strong either. How much explosive power could a small corpse have when it exploded?
‘My current mana stat is 210.’
Even when using magic like Corpse Explosion, my mana doesn’t decrease at all. In addition, the destructive power of dark magic has become enormous due to the influence of my mana stat.
“Charge! Don’t retreat! If we kill Tutankhamun, we will win! If you kill him, the great ruler of the golden desert will give us enormous rewards! Alcohol! Women! Gold! Don’t you want them?! The one who kills him will gain honor and wealth! Everything!”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Even though there were nearly 500 casualties, the morale of the desert warriors did not decrease.
It was a characteristic of the desert warriors.
They say ignorance is bliss. The desert warriors were terribly ignorant. Coupled with their unique culture of not fearing death, they would not easily surrender unless there was an overwhelming difference in power that would make your jaw drop.
The desert warriors clashed with the main force. The undead army faltered and was pushed back. The undead, strengthened by Black Sonata, fought fiercely without retreating, but they could not completely stop them.
“Tutankhamun! I have come! I am Seturt, the great warrior of Hoteph!”
“Heh heh. You have a good voice. Here’s a gift! Dark Lightning!”
Black lightning made of dark magic was fired at Seturt. Seturt seemed to have earned his position as a great warrior for more than just show, as he deflected the black lightning by swinging his sword.
“Stop him.”
The Skeleton Knights, whom I had made my personal guard, rushed at Seturt. The Skeleton Knights were equipped with weapons and armor they had received from Hamor. They couldn’t defeat Seturt, but they would buy me the time I needed.
‘It is said that there is no more terrifying being on a large battlefield than a necromancer. I will show you why.’
I chanted a chilling incantation.
The dead desert warriors rose as undead. They were not useful in this state. They were just low-level undead. I chanted the incantation again to turn them into mid-level undead.
‘The scary thing about necromancers is that they can constantly replenish their undead in a battlefield full of corpses!’
I could see souls.
Souls trying to escape from the dead corpses, souls that had been trapped in the bodies of the undead, were trying to escape, taking advantage of the chaotic battlefield.
“Where do you think you’re going! You all belong to me!”
I used dark magic to capture the escaping souls. Souls were needed when creating undead in the form of spirits.
Kkyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!
The captured souls screamed. It was a terrible scream to the living, but it sounded like a sweet voice to the undead. And I, wearing Tutankhamun’s golden mask, was now undead.
“Heh heh heh.”
I waved my hand. At my gesture, the undead jumped and dove at the enemies.
“Corpse Explosion.”
I exploded nearly 100 undead at once. The explosion range was narrow, but the explosive power was enormous. A sandstorm rose and covered the area in an instant. The black rain falling from the sky quickly calmed the sand dust.
The momentum of the desert warriors was broken. This was because nearly 1,000 desert warriors were caught in the explosion and died. The undead army was also caught in the blast, but I was satisfied with breaking the enemy’s morale.
“You evil bastard!”
The great warrior Seturt jumped off his camel. He stepped on the heads of the undead and approached me. His movements were light.
Seturt swung his sword at me. Instead of using dark magic or dodging, I swung my fist.
Just because I was wearing Tutankhamun’s golden mask didn’t mean I couldn’t use the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art (天魔神功) Dragon Fist (竜拳).
Seturt’s body bent as he was hit squarely in the abdomen by the Dragon Fist. His body flew backward and rolled on the ground. He got up on his knees on the sand and spat out blood as he shouted.
“Scorpion King! Give me strength!!”
A giant scorpion appeared beneath Seturt’s feet. Seturt took a stance on top of the giant scorpion. The giant scorpion rushed at me with a fierce momentum.
“Stop him.”
Zombies rushed out in droves to block the scorpion. However, the scorpion easily shook off the zombies.
“Tsk. They’re useless.”
I swung my palm toward Seturt.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art (天魔神功) Heavenly Demon Palm (天魔神掌).
The giant scorpion’s pincers exploded from the Heavenly Demon Palm. Losing his balance, the scorpion swung its tail. Seturt used the swung tail as a stepping stone and flew toward me.
“It will be different from before!”
“Yes. This time, I will kill you for sure.”
Heavenly Demon Divine Art (天魔神功) Heavenly Demon Dragon Hand (天魔龍手).
I grabbed Seturt’s sword with my fingers. My fingers, imbued with strong energy, tried to dig into the sword, but he also coated the sword with strong energy.
“Don’t underestimate me!”
Seturt’s strength suddenly increased.
‘Did he use a buff-type skill?’
His sword dug into my right hand. Half of my palm was cut. Black blood flowed. I didn’t feel any pain, perhaps because I was undead.
‘The condition of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art is also not good. Is it because my heart isn’t beating? Is it because I don’t have explosive vitality? Either way, the efficiency of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art is not good.’
Seturt’s blade cut through my chest. I calmly grabbed Seturt’s shoulder with my left hand.
Heavenly Demon Divine Art (天魔神功) Returning Heaven Penetrating Essence (回天浸精).
Heavenly Demon energy penetrated into his body and rotated. His muscles, as well as his internal organs, were shredded in an instant.
“……!!”
Seturt couldn’t even scream as he rolled his eyes and collapsed. I looked down to check my body. My chest was split open, revealing my heart. Both the blood and the heart were black.
“Come here.”
I cast a soul-devouring spell on a nearby soul. My body returned to normal. The cut palm reattached, and the split chest was seamlessly healed.
I looked at the dead body of Seturt.
The corpse and soul of a strong person who could use strong energy. It would definitely be helpful.
“Great Warrior Seturt has fallen! Retreat!!”
“Retreat!!”
The desert warriors, who had been charging bravely, quickly turned their camels around. Even though there were less than 200 of my undead left, they began to flee as fast as their legs could carry them.
‘They’re running away even though there are 1,000 of them. They’re smart.’
They had made a judgment.
That even if 1,000 of them attacked me at the same time, it wouldn’t work. It was a wise decision. I could replenish my forces with the corpses around me.
‘It would be difficult to chase after the ones who are running away.’
I decided to first take control of the corpses of the camels and desert warriors around me.
“Rise!”
The corpses rose.
In the case of camels, perhaps because of their large size, two low-level undead rose.
My mana drained quickly, causing a brief dizziness, but my mana was replenished in the blink of an eye.
“Including the undead that rose from the camel corpses, there are about 3,000… It’s a shame about the corpses that disappeared in the Corpse Explosion.”
I chanted a spell. I turned the low-level undead into mid-level undead. 1,000 mid-level undead were newly incorporated into my army.
‘This is not the end. Next time, they will bring an army to fight me. Even to prepare for that time, I need to get my hands on the Book of the Dead 2 and 3 as soon as possible.’
I commanded the surrounding undead.
“Don’t dawdle, you useless corpses!”
Despite my orders, I didn’t like the sluggish movements of the zombies and ghouls. They were okay as meat shields, but they were too slow.
‘Wait. There was a dark magic that combined corpses to create something. Was it Chimera? I need to modify these slow undead bastards into upgraded zealots.’
