I'm a Dullahan, Looking for My Head

Rich's Appearance

Weird.

The relatives I called in earlier are buried one after the other.

That's going at a hell of a speed, too.

My soul returns to the Underworld after being struck one after the other as I summon many undead and try to divert them to places where humans are swarming.

Fortunately, this place is full of grievances, magic, and corpses, so the magic drain can be suppressed, but it remains poor.

To say that it is crushed means that there is a strong man there.

I will explore the signs that there will be that person, but there is only one human reaction.

He is like a wizard to feel from the fluctuations of magic.

There is certainly a lot of magic in itself, but what it is is is just a wizard.

If there were more than three hundred undead I sent in, I'd be able to twist them at my leisure.

Those who mediated the souls of warriors of war such as Skeleton Warrior and Skeleton Archer, beginning with five magically resistant skeleton generals.

They are all the undead who keep the wizard crying.

It doesn't work with lined magic, it uses magic. They are even more defensive, capable of ranged attacks, and capable of melee combat.

I am confident that if I encounter such an army alone in the past, I will escape.

Naturally. This was a nasty method of warfare that I've been hit with in the past. If it's the same wizard, it's decided to hate it.

Yet my army of undead has been defeated by one of its wizards.

I can't imagine how skilled a wizard the hell he is.

Regardless of who has the abominable positive energy to be in the rear, there's no way a mere wizard can be fine surrounded by those undead.

What kind of magic can I use to do that...

I don't mind being the same magic explorer.

Hmm? Now that I think about it, doesn't that person use much magic from earlier? They seem to be exercising slight magic, but not the undead who can defeat them to that extent.

I don't know why.

Even as I do this, the undead I send out are crushed one after the other.

Should we try to figure out what's going on once we're on the front line?

As he was troubled, he accidentally perceived the wizard joining the herd.

Hmm? Did you also suffer an undead attack or drain your health?

It is strange that the magic power still remains warm but retreats. I wouldn't even have to ask for reinforcements in the rear.

I don't know, but if this is the case, I don't hesitate to hit the undead with both humans and set up an ambush.

I summon the undead all the time here to increase the number of people.

All right, do we summon and attack the agile Skeleton Beast or Skeleton Insect?

As I cast spells all the time quickly, I once again perceived the undead vanish.

Stupid! Why are my family falling all by themselves!

You're under a magical, long-range attack. What the hell is going on here?

My relatives sink into the ground one after the other while I was confused.

Yeah, I can't stay like this. Let's go look at the front line once.

Tonight is the feast of the dead. Who will disturb you?

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After Sisty went to treat Drake, I kept fighting the undead on my own.

It's pretty one-sided when it comes to fighting, and it's no longer just a task, but considering that, it gets boring, so I'll stop.

Yes, all you have to do is switch your mind. Just crush these undead people and you'll get the money.

It's a lot of fun and fun to think about.

Especially this great fitting skeleton general feels good because it has a good hardness. It's like you're crushing plastic trash that's no longer needed.

Skeleton Generals came fluttering again as they stomped in mind. Behind them are marches to continue with skeletons dressed in stunning gear.

It's a pain in the ass because there's no bait by the name of Sisty, or because there's an overall flow of adventurers to the right. Wouldn't Sisty be back soon?

With that in mind, the Skeleton General is torn apart with a knife, carefully stepping on the sternum and skull.

A hard, creepy sound sounds like you've trampled the plastic.

It's something I've always been used to crushing human bones.

I would have gotten used to it because I had already defeated hundreds of them. I don't even think of strong rotten odors now. It's Durahan's body, so maybe he's strong for that.

As he throws and wraps up skeletons that are tediously equipped and blows them away, he cleaves the zombies walking in with his sword.

You can beat the zombies as much as you want, but in that case, I'd like to refrain from blowing up and spraying all sorts of things.

Sometimes I don't want to touch it as much as I can because of the problems I had before the splash.

Just being properly slashed isn't going to be any practice.

Because it is just right, I will repeat the trial and error.

The power would be impeccable because of the weight of the Adamantite.

Then now it's not about the pursuit of power, but how quickly we can step in and slash down the zombies.

I walk in front of Zorozolo and the zombies, eyes on four bodies.

Imagine in your head which order you are going to knock them down and what route you are going to take before storming them.

Quickly step into the nearest zombie and slash him away.

Then I tried to go to the next one, but I couldn't go as far as I thought because I was waving too big a sword.

This Adamantite sword weighs a lot. You wouldn't have had to shake it on your less defensive zombie opponent. You should be able to slash it like butter with enough weight to press it gently.

Immediately return the great sword flowing with that in mind, to the second body.

Hit the next zombie with a big sword. Only then did the Great Sword devour into the zombie torso and cut it off. It was like tofu, not butter. I didn't feel like I slashed him at all.

It is a bit of a knife-like operation, but it is not a bad tactic to slash it with a small operation that takes advantage of its weight.

Then I sank my third and fourth zombies into the ground in the smallest possible motion.

It was around the time I was training myself that way, defeating the skeletons and zombies that were pushing me over.

I found something black in the foggy sky.

Unexpectedly stop attacking the undead around you and stare up at that object.

Floating about three meters in the air is a skeleton woven with black robes.

He is fitted with a number of rings in his arms and has a wooden cane in his hand.

There is a suspicious red light coming out of that orbit, and I feel like I'm going to be plucked out of my soul just looking at it.

Isn't that a high-ranking undead like Rich who hears rumors?

It looks like a wizard as I was asking Sisty and the Virgin.

What the hell has he come to do?

Rich said there was room for negotiation, but what do you think?

From what I've seen, he just looks like the Great Wizard of Evil...

A monster called Rich is a monster that rarely occurs when a human wizard has a great deal of untrained power or magic infused into a corpse.

Naturally, things like strength and character work a lot during life.

So if he's a warm, talkative guy, I'd like to be friends as the same undead.

Looking at Rich drifting in the air with some anticipating glance, Rich just came down near me.

He flashes his black robe and slowly comes down.

With that, the undead stops the march and looks back to Rich.

Then Rich turned his bone neck around and looked around.

'... there's no wizard reaction. Then who was burying my family......'

Rich leaks a calm man's voice.

Oh, this rich guy can talk normally. Then there's a chance that you and I could be friends.

As I rejoiced in my mind, Rich screamed in an abominable voice looking around.

'I will not allow you to crush my family so far! Who the hell did this to you? If there's anyone else out there besides the wizard, come out!

Apparently, these undead men were summoned or created by this rich man.

It seems to be a lot of anger with the wood dust on it.

That's not good. If you say I crushed them all here or something, they'll attack you. You'll be pissed.

"Where are you! Come out!

... I wonder what. It's like broiling out someone who did something wrong in the school homeroom.

I feel like I have no heart or some other undead looking down.

Good. I'm not intelligent enough for these guys to point at me.

He said I was breathing in my heart.

"Duke, he's back. - Ugh! We all saw it!

I treated Drake. Sisty's back.

What a bad guy in between!

With the arrival of the living, all the undead look back towards Sisti.

If I stare at Rich here, he's going to think I'm not the only normal undead, so of course I'll turn to Sisty and stand still too.

In the meantime, Rich asks with a voice that came near me and made Sisty include anger.

"That magic wave! You're the wizard who buried my family here earlier, aren't you? You hateful creatures who interrupt the feast of the dead! I'll have you dead in here!

"Whew! Could it be Rich!? Hey Duke, what are you doing!? Get rid of him now!

Sisty yells at Rich's grudging voice, but I don't react.

I'm a former Japanese. They are the ones who protect their collective actions and get wrapped up in long objects.

"Hey, Undead, don't mess with me. Help me! As it were, I'm a pinch!?

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"Hey -!?

Sisty tears eyes pointing at this one.

I don't know what to do, undead. It's a little fun.

"Duke or undead? What the hell is that wizard talking about...?

Rich, on the other hand, is tilting his neck when he hears Sisty's words.

Well, that's right. Because right now I'm a zombie in a whole body armor that's lost to the undead, and there's usually no such thing as an undead and your friend's wizard.

'I don't know if my people are anywhere, but I won't tolerate anyone interrupting my plans! I will destroy all the haters!

I wanted to talk to this Rich, but he seems like a bad Rich.

He looks like he kind of hates the raw guy terribly, and he's not going to talk about it.

Could it be that the Skeleton Dragon was his fault? I even feel that way.

Rich just shook his arm down when I had a similar feeling of certainty.

In response to that, the undead and the others find themselves.

"Hit me good! Hey Duke!?

Tears whilst holding the wand with both hands, Sisty.

I can't help it, the negotiations are broken.

I move quickly and wave my sword to Rich.

"Families, are you kidding me!?

Then, suddenly, a black shield appeared from Rich and prevented my sword.