The White Necromancer

I look at the white royal castle in the distance.

　My enemy is there. The apostles of God, who are a detriment to all humans.

“Alex, are you ready?”

　Somebody called out to me. I turned to look at them. A young man stood there in my line of sight.

　He is my brother, Gilly .

　I nodded and turned my gaze towards behind Gilly. Behind him, my friends were also gathering.

　A guardian with a jet-black shield. A sword saint with a jet-black outfit. An assassin dressed in a jet-black cloak.

　And I, a wise man in a white robe.

　Now they are comparable to the advanced players in the War Chronicles of Desgarde, but they will surpass them.

　They have the dark blessings that didn’t exist in game.

“Everyone got stronger…”

　Did they hear my voice? A faint smile appears on their faces.

　However, because it was before the decisive battle, I couldn’t hear the usual joking conversations.

　In addition, I also look behind them. There was an immortal army under my control.

　Dullahan, numbering 5,000. They are warriors who were good at swords in their lifetime. In order to make the best use of that sword technique, their heads are taken.

　Rich, numbering 3,000 people. They are magicians who were good at magic in their lifetime. In order to make the best use of their magical power, they are given this appearance.

　Vampires, numbering 3,000. They were good at bows and daggers in their lifetime. In order to make the best use of their dexterity, they are given the appearance of a vampire.

“…”

　They are kneeling, hanging their heads, and waiting. Their line of sight is facing the ground, but their hearing is focused on me.

　They are waiting for my instructions. Therefore, I speak to them.

“Our enemies are in the immediate vicinity. These are unforgivable people are trying to steal some important things from us.”

　In response to those words, emotions from them flow in. Anger, sadness, regret, hate …

　The feelings varied, but there was one thing in common. It is the feeling that they will never forgive that enemy.

“They are strong, because they are blessed by God.”

　Our enemies are the apostles of God. They are empowered by God and have the ability to far surpass humans.

　Originally, a human being is not one of power..

“But you guys are also strong, because I gave you the power to fight.”

　Emotions flow into the words again.

　-The feeling is delight.

　With the opportunity and power of revenge, they were filled with joy. I can feel their loyalty to me is genuine.

　I am satisfied with the reaction. Their fighting spirit is very high. Even with the apostle of God, you will never be frightened. They will surely destroy my enemies.

　Their feelings were confirmed. Then don’t have to say much.

“I have only one hope. Fight to the end for our cause! That’s why we are here!”

　The immortal army is uplifting in courage. The growing fighting spirit could not be suppressed, and every muscle taught with courage and brvery.

　The air gets thick with the words spoken.

“Don’t let God’s apostle kill you! Kill all the angels …!”

　I turn around and turn to the royal castle. Then, turn the cane in hand toward the castle.

　–The sacred treasure “The Wand of the Dead Spirit King.

“Order in the name of the Necromancer king! Send all enemies to the Netherworld!”

Ooooo … !!” “”

　A great immortal army begins to move. They run toward the royal castle, dead set to kill as many enemies as possible. With a total of 10,000 people, they shall not fail.

　After seeing them off toward the castle, I look at my friends. They were also waiting for my words.

“Only we can kill the apostles. We are going to march as well.”

“Oh, leave it to us …”

　Gilly answers my word. And the friends behind me nodded.

　They too had a high fighting spirit.

“Then, let’s go. To regain this world …”

　I take my companion and chase after the immortal army.

　They will pay their due.

“Wait, I’ll finish it soon …”

　We head to the castle where the enemy is waiting to finish us .To end the worst story ever told by God.