lv 1 skeleton

chapter 53

‘Damn, how dare that guy make me an undead! I’ll get revenge for my colleague’s deaths and pay him back at least one thousand times worse!’

Lorina who had recently been turned into a skeleton soldier was clacking her teeth angrily. She was full of despair, faced with much stronger beasts within those grasslands. She had no weapons and had only her undead body to rely on. Naturally she retained none of her previous skills and didn’t have the luxury that Johra had with a resurrection skill. The only skill she had right now was the ability to check the Status page.

Zzic!

[+12 experience]

[Acquired knowledge of Field Mouse]

‘Damn, why is it so hard to catch such a weakling mouse? How shameful, I’ll definitely get you back for this!’

She proceeded to hunt more and more small rodents that roamed the plains. Her journey for revenge had begun, but what would be waiting for her at the end of it had yet to be seen.

“I wonder if I should have left her a weapon, she seems to be struggling too much.”

“I think you were too merciful as it is, allowing her to keep living.”

“No Valenor, to her, this pitiful existence is far worse than a quick death.”

It was just as I had expected, Lorina hated her current form and the disgrace it entailed so much. Still, she had managed to pick herself up and embark on her path to revenge against me.

“Shall we move on?”

While we were busy discussing Lorina’s current struggles in the New Continent, my troops had begun their attack on the Devil King’s armies.

While his troops were in the rank F~E range, they were hardly a match for my elites. Not only were they of a higher rank, but they had learned to work well as a cohesive unit over their past year of training. If we added my and Valenor’s power to the equation, the Devil King’s defeat was inevitable.

His army had been worn down over the past few months, fighting battles day in and day out. They had succumbed quickly to my elites, and the only few that were left standing were those surrounding the former Marquis.

I exchanged a look with the Devil King and was surprised to see that it didn’t affect him in the slightest.

“Are you the Undead King?”

“Indeed… and I guess you are that Marquis. You also killed Talvin who had acted as an ambassador did you not?”

“It was only natural to have killed a man who had abandoned his pride.”

“How dare you say that, it is you who has lost his pride! It is the Asmodian’s eternal goal to return to our homeland! What about you, do you even have a home to return to? That day you murdered our people, and today you will pay for those crimes!”

It was Brugan, the leader of Necropolis’ Asmodian division who shouted out angrily.

“Well Marquis, it’s too late to regret now anyways, so it hardly matters anymore.”

“Johra can I take care of him, I haven’t done much in this expedition.”

Valenor was finally tired of lurking in the background and wanted to stretch her legs a little.

“Sure Valenor, I’ll leave this guy to you.”

They were only about 100 of them left, but only the Marquis was willing to fight. Brugan really wanted to fight with him, but I was suspicious of the Devil King’s rank and wasn’t confident that he could win. That’s why I allowed Valerno to go out and fight him.