Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Bath's village rally point.

Nevertheless, its outer walls have collapsed and some of them have been burned. A few of the villagers' corpses, who were probably thinking of using this as a base, were also rolling around.

I drain blood on the floor of a rally like that.

It's a demon cube that I've already written about once. To that extent, as a magician, I remember and deserve it. Therefore, I bleed a little bit to form a shape, one symbol at a time, as I grasped what the shape meant by the line.

This is the only thing that exists in my mansion.

"Chris."

"Yes."

After I pull the last line, I show Chris my bloody wrist.

As Chris clasped his hands there, the warm light filled and the wounds slowly blocked. As always, it is a "super healing" healing magic.

And since I've already made eight skeletons as of today, my magic is almost depleted. But no problem. That's why I brought Chris, an inexhaustible magic tank.

"Oh, uh, lord, what..."

"Shit. Your lord is being taken seriously now."

"We can't let you get in the way..."

Such a far-flung look at me are three: Lacci, wife of Elysio village chief, Patch, village chief of Secchi, and Ken, a villager.

I originally wanted to keep a secret just from my mansion, but I can't help it if this happens.

At least let's not let 'ecclesiastical' take you away from this demonic formation if you make as much as you need.

"Phew... Okay, then, Chris"

"Yes, sir."

"Show me your hands."

"Yes."

Chris scratches and gives me his right hand.

And I didn't hesitate, I shook that hand.

Activate magic...

"Magic Drain!

Like a waterfall, the magic of Chris pouring in at me.

Headaches strike me with nausea and breathlessness that I'm not used to doing more than once, but I ignore such things. I wish I had more magic, but magic isn't something that increases overnight.

The college said it was the greatest amount of magic in history.

"Gu, ha...!

From Chris, let go.

What I couldn't absorb turned into atmospheric mana, and my magic is fast. It was replenished so much that it seemed like it would overflow from my glass of magic limit amount that if I lost my mind at all, I would lose my way and turn into a mana.

Don't let go, I'll put my bones in the middle of the demon squares.

It was the bone that was rolling nearest to Elysio Village Manager - the skeleton bone that he called 'skeleton' and adored me.

"- Creation (Creation) - Skeleton Soldier (Skeleton) Huh!

Let magic flow to the demonic squares, as well as shout out powerful words.

Skeletons made here should be skeletons more than they use skeleton bones. I can't tell the difference between skeletons or anything, but I'm sure Mr. Ratch loved skeletons in Bath's village.

Magic takes shape, creates bones, which form the human form. The three of you, Ratch, stare at the sight.

Then I whined small.

"... that, sketchy boy!

"You know what I mean!?

"I get it... sketchy is like my son...!

After all, do you understand?

With all that love, you must have treated me to a skeleton. Thinking about it makes me feel sorry.

If I had taken more measures against the 'Episcopal Church', the Elysio Mayor might not have died either.

"From now on, resurrect all the dead skeletons in this village"

"Is that possible!?

"That's all I can do. Plus, with split bones, we can make even more skeletons. The resentment that destroyed this village... I will never forgive you either"

They killed all the villagers who had no resistance whatsoever.

I don't know how many, but I'll make as many skeletons as I can.

The more you make it into a single army, the more you should be able to lead the skeletons from this village and follow the 'ecclesiastical' people.

If you make at least a hundred...

"My lord..."

"Hmm...?

"Um, I'd like to ask you..."

"Oh......"

Come on, the next bone - that's what Mr. Ratch talked to me about when I thought and moved.

For one thing, Mr. Latch, you should have him protected in another village. At least I have to take action so that there won't be a tragedy like this one in another village.

We can't let Mr. Ratch dump the village again...

"Lord... can you make a moving corpse by using a corpse?

"... oh. I can, though."

"If so......!

Mr. Ratch looks at me sharply.

As if you made some kind of decision.

"Please, I need a favor!

"Oh...?

"Husband! Bring Elysio back to life, please!

……

Unexpectedly shut up about Mr. Ratch's words.

That's all I've been thinking about, too. In this village, the bodies of villagers are rolling everywhere. It would be possible for me to turn them into moving corpses - rotting corpses (zombies). Rather, it can also be made immortal (Nosferatu) if it is a corpse with not much rot or damage.

But...

"I'm sorry, ma'am"

"Yes..."

"My magic is only about making immortals who obey my orders. Doesn't mean we can bring the village chief back to life..."

"So, but...! If you are lord...!

"... but"

A little, distressing.

I don't want to make an undead out of the corpse of a people if I can. It's like you make a dead inhabitant seem like I'm in bondage.

Necromancer magic in the first place is not the magic of reviving. It's a magic trick to use a corpse. Even if it comes back to life with it, it is another being who is Elysio Village Chief and not Elysio Village Chief.

Even if he turned into a moving corpse like that...

"I really, really regretted and hated it. Kill my husband, my sketch boy, my Yang boy, my Lee boy, right in front of me...!

"Mm..."

"I'm sure my husband felt more sorry for me than I did! Please, my husband's carelessness! To clear up my husband's grudge, how about it!

……

Sure, I wanted to verify it, too.

So far, Chris is the only one who used fresh corpses to make them. It will be effective in the future to find out what happens to other human beings.

Besides, above all, Elysio Village Chief's wife, Ratch, wishes it. Then I guess it doesn't even conflict with my ethics.

"Chris."

"Yes."

"Bring me the body of Elysio Mayor."

"Yes."

"My lord!

Following my orders, Chris is getting out of the rally.

I wonder what they think of this place. From those who do not live in this territory, they zombie the innocent people and use them even after they die - do they think so?

But still.

I want to clear their minds.

A village that was unilaterally raided by 'ecclesiastical' people and was all killed.

What I hate more about them than anyone else is that I have regrets there.

Because it's them dying here right now.