I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 69: The Four Knights of the Corpse Lord

Undead.

Their rotting, desiccated bodies move, but fundamentally, they couldn't be considered living beings.

Their bodily movement was merely a result of recalling the corpse's memory, inducing actions from their living days.

"Woo Hyooooh..."

Accordingly, their actions were centered around memories 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.

"Woo Hyoooo..."

However, occasionally, there were undead who would break free from this one-dimensional 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.

"Woo Hyoooooh~ Woo Hyoooooohh~!!!"

One such miraculous being, screaming at the undead gathered in the church's 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 phenomenon was occurring.

"Hey, Archbishop. Please look this way for a moment."

"Woo Hyooooo...?"

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 me what you're most vividly remembering right now?"

Undead couldn't go against the commands of superior beings and mages.

Being a close aide to the Corpse Lord and one of the Four Knights, Blight's words were indisputable to a mere undead.

Even if one were of the highest rank, second only to the Pope in the past, without awakening their ego, they were merely equal dead.

"Uhh......"

But even such a being, prioritizing survival instinct, must have had something akin to regret from their living days.

Prompted by Blight to dig into such a regret, the undead soon voiced the most vivid memory they possessed.

"Woo Hyo-oh..."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!! Yes!! Woo Hyo-oh-oh!! Is he more important than your old memories!?"

Blight burst into laughter and violently struck the body of the undead upon hearing this response.

The undead's 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'.