The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

115 Plunderer

"What am I to do?"

Hihiryushukaka was pondering his options, having confirmed that the one he could see through Gubamon's sight was Vandalieu.

No matter how much he thought about it, Gubamon's chance of defeating Vandalieu was less than ten percent; in fact, it was questionable as to whether that chance was even one percent.

Now that the Demon King's army had lost its powerful central figure, the Demon King, its remaining evil gods didn't have a community through which they could exchange information and cooperate with each other. Some of them might form alliances with their own self-interests in mind, but that was it.

Therefore, Hihiryushukaka was unaware that Vandalieu had already defeated a monster with the divine blessing of Luvesfol, the Raging Evil Dragon God, and his spirit clone, in the southern region of the continent.

But Hihiryushukaka had noticed that Luvesfol had fled the continent's southern region.

That event was probably not unrelated to this Dhampir. How much stronger had Vandalieu become after pushing the weakened Ternecia to the brink of death and stealing her fragment of the Demon King?

"I shall measure him by using up this broken body of mine."

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The minds of the Undead were muddy. These artificially-created Undead had been made like this to begin with.

In the midst of that obscure mess, in which their own consciousness was mixed in, the order of their creator, Gubamon, was the only thing that resounded clearly. That was why the Undead instinctively obeyed his orders.

But the moment they saw that, Gubamon's voice had become terribly unclear for them.

And then the Vampire Zombies and Zombie Giants gathered around Vandalieu, as if it were only natural. They had no awareness of having betrayed Gubamon.

Gathering under Vandalieu's command was just as natural for the Undead as their own arms and legs obeying the commands of their brains.

But the Undead heroes that Gubamon had made through special methods remained on his side.

"Agh..."

"C... Come..."

"I-I am... eh... roo... support... shieh... mahi, maih."

"It seems that the Demon Path Enticement that I'm always letting out unconsciously can't overcome the obsessions of a madman that have carried on for tens of thousands of years," said Vandalieu, dropping his shoulders in disappointment.

"Fuhahaha! So it would seem! You appear to have a special skill, but it seems that it is not enough to steal the Undead heroes that I have taken great efforts to create!" Gubamon gloated.

But there were about forty Undead heroes around Gubamon. Meanwhile, Vandalieu had over a hundred Undead gathered at his side.

The situation looked clearly favorable for Vandalieu.

And blood was still dripping from the black horn that was still embedded in Gubamon's stomach.

"What is he doing? Can't he just push through with the numbers advantage...?" murmured one of Miles's subordinates.

"You idiot, try thinking a little harder," said Miles. He was still holding Iris, who was watching the situation quietly. "Even if he wanted to rely on numbers to suppress the Undead heroes, the ones that Vandalieu... Vandalieu-sama has with him are the mass-produced type. They are nothing but small fry for Gubamon, since he can wipe them out with a swing of his claws or a single incantation. No matter how many of those Vandalieu-sama has, it's pointless."