Damn Necromancer

Chapter 150

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Chapter 150: True Dragon Knight

Leluya’s face hardened.

This meant a disaster was approaching.

She felt it in her bones.

‘The magic I cast on his body…’

‘It’s all undone?’

‘In an instant?’

What is a witch?

A being belonging to the Witches’ Coven.

Is this an easy feat?

Absolutely not.

On thousands of planets,

Even now, countless races are born with a talent for magic.

The so-called geniuses.

Among them, the best are chosen.

And from those, the best are filtered again.

The true geniuses selected by the Witches’ Coven from across all dimensions are the witches.

Of course, there are ‘mongrels’ who don’t belong to the Coven and call themselves witches, but they are merely inadequate fakes.

Leluya was a true witch.

She had passed her apprenticeship and earned the title of a full-fledged witch.

She was even an elite member of the Raven School.

She should have been able to easily suppress even a higher-dimensional being with her magic.

‘It’s undone.’

‘Naturally.’

‘This is a big problem.’

If her magic had been dispelled after a fierce magical duel, she might have had a chance.

But now it was different.

Like a giant tidal wave sweeping away a sandcastle a child had painstakingly built.

In that way, her magic was naturally snatched away, as if it had ‘never existed.’

She looked at the culprit.

A woman, staring intently at her while holding a parasol.

The unmistakable stench of death wafted from her.

An undead.

A banshee, to be precise.

Usually, they were insignificant undead, unable to even approach a witch.

But from this banshee, she felt a suffocating pressure.

Her body instinctively recognized it.

At least in the realm of magic,

This was a monster of a different class.

Suddenly, a story came to Leluya’s mind.

A story a friendly senior witch had casually mentioned when she was a lowly apprentice.

—Hey, Leluya. Do you know the secret story about the ‘Upheaval’?

The Upheaval.

It was a time when the Witches’ Coven had laid low for a long time, unable to leave the First City due to a barrier.

It was also known as the time when the five previous Grand Witches died and new ones were born.

But there was no further information.

As if someone had intentionally erased it, there were hardly any records from that time.

Leluya, an apprentice witch at the time, was curious.

So she asked her senior.

Why did that happen?

The answer was absurd.

It was because of the undead.

All seven Grand Witches had fought them, and five had died. That’s why they had to hide in the First City, activating an ancient relic.

‘Back then, I thought it was just a joke.’

When she asked further,

Her senior’s response wasn’t very serious either.

—I just heard it through the grapevine, so I don’t know the details. That’s just what they say.

There are always strange rumors floating around among witches. So, she dismissed it back then.

Why was she remembering that conversation from so long ago now?

And why on earth.

Was such a monster breathing in a lowly dimension like this?

Leluya looked at Iris.

“…Inexperienced witch.”

“You must help me too.”

“Use everything. If you want to live.”

After speaking, Leluya took out three round pills from her pocket.

Potions developed by the Witches’ Coven.

Not even full-fledged witches could easily obtain them.

Only elite members of the schools,

And among those elites, only the top performers were given these elixirs.

Their effect was simple.

They activate the brain and body to optimize them for magic.

It’s like a kind of doping drug.

Of course, there are side effects.

But, this wasn’t the time to worry about that.

The three heads swallowed the pills. Mana flowed much faster, as if a blockage had been cleared.

Her brain became hot, as if it was overloaded.

Her thoughts accelerated even further.

What makes a strong mage?

Quick thinking.

Quick casting.

And powerful magic.

Leluya had three brains.

At this moment, her power had increased by more than five times.

Sss…

Blue mana bloomed from Leluya’s exhalation.

The banshee’s eyes sparkled, as if she had found an interesting toy.

—Wow, you’ve gotten less stupid, haven’t you? When did you make those?

“…”

Leluya remained silent.

Even after taking the doping drugs, the chilling tension that gripped her entire body remained unchanged.

It felt like if she let her guard down even for a moment, all her mana would scatter and melt away.

That’s why she couldn’t answer.

Flap!

Cute little wings sprouted from the banshee’s back. Flapping them, the banshee began to soar into the sky.

—Minwoo! I’m gonna play with her! Is that okay?

“Do as you please.”

Minwoo replied.

He had already roughly grasped the level of the witch and the dragon in front of him through the Law of Victory.

The stat increase was 130%.

This meant that the two calamities, the dragon and the witch, who had been sucked into this gate, were at least level 1,500 or higher.

In a normal S+ gate?

Creatures like them shouldn’t be able to appear.

Even in S-rank gates, most monsters were usually over level 500, and even with a plus, they would only go up to level 700 or 800.

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But they had appeared.

‘Of course, they must be weaker than Ifrit.’

Ifrit was a raid boss.

These guys were just intruders who had slipped into the gate.

Naturally, they would be weaker than a raid boss. In that sense, they were definitely beatable.

The witch would be taken care of by Merhen, the hard counter to mages.

And the group of dragons looking this way with wary eyes…

—Heeing!

The Dullahans mounted their Dragonblood Horses.

From Dolsoe, who firmly blocked the front, to the Specters and the Skeleton hordes.

They looked up at the dragons soaring in the sky.

Starting with the Ice Dragon’s subordinates.

Even the largest dragon, watching quietly from the side, was tense.

In the midst of the tension, the Ancient dragon Ivelion asked,

―Necromancer, was it you who summoned us?

“Maybe?”

—How did you twist fate?

“I must have done it well?”

Ivelion inwardly sighed.

He was an ancient dragon over 3,000 years old.

In this lowly dimension, where a young dragon not even a thousand years old and an apprentice witch acted as leaders, he was nothing short of a calamity.

And yet.

His whole body ached.

His instincts were vomiting out fear.

A natural enemy.

To be honest, he didn’t want to fight.

His true desire was to leave this place, not caring whether this human killed the young dragon or not.

‘Escape is also a problem.’

As a member of the Dragon Legion, running away would be a blow to his pride.

But the bigger problem was that even if he left this place, the pursuit wouldn’t end.

His instincts were telling him.

Even if he ran, fate would continue to bind him.

If it were easy to escape, the three-headed witch would have fled first. She knew it wasn’t possible, so they had gathered to join forces.

Ivelion signaled to the Ice Dragon and the young dragons.

He didn’t know how much they would help, but he needed every hand he could get.

The Ice Dragon and its group nodded with tense expressions.

“Cedric. You’ve killed a lot of dragons, haven’t you?”

—That one looks like an ancient dragon over 3,000 years old. I’ve killed so many, it’s hard to count.”

How reassuring.

The most wary among the dragon group was, of course, the largest blue dragon.

‘Not the Ice Dragon.’

The witch, Iris.

The true boss of this gate.

But she was hiding tightly behind the bizarre three-headed witch.

Just like her, the Ice Dragon was also hiding behind the giant dragon.

But it didn’t matter.

Besides the ancient dragon and the Ice Dragon, there were plenty of weaker dragons.

It was true that only Cedric and the Specters could fly in the air.

But that was okay.

‘Once I catch one, the game is over.’

He could revive it as an undead in the Land of Death. Then he could ride it and fly around.

‘It’s a good time to replace some bones other than the skull.’

Seriously, Cedric, this guy.

It felt like the heavens were helping him.

Otherwise, how could a dragon similar to the ancient dragon, which the Sword Saint had brought him before, appear at such a perfect time?

He was a lucky guy.

Just as he made up his mind to fight,

[Unwavering Will activates!]

[One of the special bonus effects will be randomly granted!]

[‘Legion Commander Enhancement’]

[In this stage, the potential of two Legion Commanders will be partially unlocked!]

At that moment,

[Merhen’s ‘Archmage’ has been unlocked from SS to SSS….]

[Cedric’s ‘Spear Master’ has been unlocked from SS to SSS….]

The grades of the core skills that made up the two Legion Commanders jumped up.

‘Wow.’

He realized that Popo wasn’t just saying nice things about the trait for no reason.

Legion Commander Enhancement.

The first activation of the high-rank Unwavering Will effect was beyond expectations.

With this power boost, it was time to clash head-on.

[Curse of Weakness (S) activated…]

[Curse of Aging (D)+9 activated…]

The curse, amplified by 50% due to the Ring of Ascension, struck the young dragon’s body.

[Curse spreading…]

A contagious curse.

[Land of Death (S)…]

Countless hands stretched out from the ground beneath the flying dragons.

He couldn’t steal the life force of those in the sky, but if they died and fell, their corpses would be revived.

The dragons didn’t stay still either.

The moment the curse erupted, they unleashed their breaths as if on cue.

As breaths infused with various attributes began to pour in,

—Master. Leave it to me.

Cedric, soaring into the sky, spun his spear in a circle.

A spear rotating like a round shield. Blocking dozens of breaths with a single bone spear?

And breaths from a group that included an ancient dragon?

It was madness.

Until now.

But now, it was different.

Like a downpour sliding off an umbrella.

Dozens of breaths began to scatter naturally off the spear.

“Wow, this is possible?”

—It is. Right now.

As the breaths gradually dispersed,

And just before the dragons’ magic could be unleashed,

Cedric thrust his spear into the air dozens of times.

Puk! Puk! Puk! Puk!

As if a vast space had completely disappeared, the hearts and wings of the young dragons exploded with each thrust of the spear.

—Kkiyaaaa!

The dragons plummeted.

Whether human or dragon, losing a heart meant death.

[Level up…]

[Level up…]

Even the young dragons had an average level of over 500.

The young dragons that crashed to the ground,

—Heeing!

Were trampled by the Dullahans riding Dragonblood Horses.

The Mages’ magic poured down as a bonus. On top of the pleasant level-up messages,

[Land of Death effect activated…]

The dead dragons were already getting up, their bodies twitching as they turned into undead.

Clatter!

As if to compensate for their silent sorrow, Hail quickly climbed onto a revived dragon corpse.

The Dullahan group, who were on foot, also hurriedly mounted their rides.

Flap!

The undead soared into the air, followed by the Specters.

In the encirclement, only two dragons remained in the sky: the Ice Dragon and the ancient dragon.

Even these two were not unscathed.

They seemed to have protected their vital points,

But their bodies were already bleeding profusely from Cedric’s strange spear techniques that transcended space.

—Master. Leave it to me today. I’ll show you what a true dragon knight is.

“Really? Even an ancient dragon? Can I trust you?”

—Of course. Knowing when to hop on the carry bus is also a skill.

He remembered what Cedric was like at level 1.

He couldn’t even speak properly and just blamed his master’s low level.

Finally, Cedric was starting to show what carrying was all about.

Truly.

‘I made one undead properly.’

He felt a swell of pride in his chest.

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