Night of the Soulless Heathens – 497



#498. Night of the Soulless Unbeliever 9

‘You look a lot like me.’

During his days as a trainee Jecht had said something like that to Zibek.

Suddenly that thought occurred to me.

As Zect said Zeek and Zect looked very similar.

Both Jebeck and Jecht were gloomy and unable to feel happiness.

That’s why Zibek could understand why Zekt betrayed humanity even though he was promised the throne.

He must have wanted to leave a great indelible scar on this hateful world.

The throne was no joy to him. Being abandoned by his family and not inheriting the throne was just a tool to explain the great despair depression and discouragement he felt.

He must have known from the moment he was born that this world was full of absurdity and cruelty.

‘I should have stopped it.’

Jibek lamented as he watched Zect’s wrath tearing at the world.

In the darkness where it is difficult to even see the tips of your fingers a strong wind howls breaking even the trees.

The world has changed because of the sins committed by his teacher.

Of course he was in no position to stop it.

His abilities were not enough to stop Jecht much less persuade him.

Azadin’s acceptance of Jecht was also a rational choice at the time.

Although he appeared to be on a steady rise to become the unified emperor of the world Azadin was always walking a dangerous tightrope.

I was bearing the weight of the world alone in a precarious situation where I felt like I would fall down if I was missing even one thing.

That is why I had no choice but to accept the alliance of those who were questionable.

As a result the doom that was finally set upon him came but like all people with melancholic personalities Zibek blamed himself.

Couldn’t he have stopped it?

Even though I knew it was impossible I couldn’t stop blaming myself because my heart ached.

“Hey everyone….”

There was a voice that woke up Jibek as he walked through the snowstorm silently reproaching himself.

Scott McGreen was an orc wizard who was now a lich.

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He sat in the front seat of the ten-person sled magically blocking the blizzard in front of him and then looked back.

“We are approaching Lord Sok’s citadel soon… How do we plan on getting the Empress back from Lord Sok?”

Sir Sok who came to the trading city of Kaspar accused the Emperor of using miracles excessively to cloud the minds of the Knights and then kidnapped the Empress.

He made her an undead and then convinced the Emperor to make all of humanity undead.

Although the Empress’s guards and the Emperor’s subjects all protested Lord Sok defeated the rushing guards and kidnapped Empress Midiam before heading to Sandokar south of Kaspar.

Zibek and Ismail Sedrin pressured Scott McGreen who had accompanied Sok to track down Lord Sok and form a suicide squad to rescue the Empress.

“Sir Sok was very lenient. He could have killed us all.”

Scott’s words scratched the pride of the drones.

But if the opponent is Lord Sok of the Fimbul Horde I know full well that there is not an inch of falsehood in that statement.

Because Sir Sok kidnapped the empress in front of everyone.

“Why on earth does he do such crazy things?! Scott answer me.”

Ismail asked about Sir Sok’s principles of action and Scott answered him.

“For the orcs who have to bear the curse of flesh becoming undead is a truly ideal situation. Lord Sok is so to speak spreading the gospel. This is good try it. It’s really good.”

“What a stupid idea. Once you become an undead you can never be the same human being as you were in life. The endless hunger and changing body will even trample on your mind. My blood relatives were not originally such evil people!”

Wild Druid Cedrin was outraged by Scott’s remarks.

Her blood relatives became the wights of Lord Sok and their personalities were clearly different from when they were alive.

But does that mean that this is an ideal change for the orcs?

“At least the parties involved are happy. I met them when I was learning under Sir Sok and they all lived happily without any complaints.”

“Is that what you call talking now?”

From Cedrin’s perspective it was infuriating to think that this clueless orc was talking nonsense about his own blood relatives but it was Scott’s magic that was currently protecting them from the cold.

There’s no need to go out of your way to upset Scott.

“So doesn’t that Sok Lord have some kind of weakness? If it’s a lich it’s like he’s storing his life away somewhere.”

Zibek asked Scott about Sok’s weaknesses.

“There’s no way I’d tell that to anyone….”

“Actually there is no need to kill Sir Sok. If you use your wits you won’t be able to rescue him…”

Ismail said this to boost everyone’s morale.

But then suddenly lightning flashed in the sky.

The darkness that had prevented them from seeing even an inch ahead suddenly tore apart and the horrifying figure of Sandokar appeared before their eyes.

“omg?!”

“oh my god.”

Even for the veterans of the Azadin Army who had been through all sorts of hardships it was truly a shocking sight.

A huge fortress of unprecedented scale was built between the vast primeval forests that stretched across Naisandhokar and Sandhokar.

Black transparent ice grew as if it were made of obsidian forming a citadel.

What was flickering like a black flame within the ice was the black magic of necromancy. A mass of pure black magic was growing even at this moment.

That wasn’t all. Black magic was gushing out from the citadel’s spires like a volcanic eruption spreading throughout Hybris.

The Fimbul Horde is a commanding force created to oppose Fimbulbert.

It was a horrifying sight worthy of its name.

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Above such a citadel undead wyverns and wraiths roamed the skies while below them corpses walked and gathered of their own accord amidst ghouls zombies and wights.

The black magic that Sok emits throughout the world causes corpses to walk as undead.

Sok’s Fimbul Horde was gathering the undead and stitching their corpses together to create giant artificial humans.

A giant death giant made by weaving together corpses and a huge black ice filled with the energy of necromancy.

It creates a giant the size of a mountain larger than the original Sandokkar Castle Wall with a body length of over a hundred meters.

“What is that?!”

“The giant of death the Necro Titan. The pinnacle of necromancy.”

“Necro Titan?”

“Lord Sok created that giant and is fighting against the Nether’s people. Wow. I think the only human with greater skills than me is Emperor Azadin but Lord Sok is really amazing.”

“….”

Everyone was taken aback by Scott’s consistently high self-evaluation.

Is this kid daring to compare himself to Emperor Azadin who has achieved the feat of unifying the world?

But what’s even scarier is that a guy with such high self-esteem put Sok above him.

‘If you see this right now and don’t put it above you you’re crazy. It’s emitting black magic in all directions like the light of a king’s flower and it’s also creating a bunch of distracting giants.’

Although they had come running with the sole purpose of saving the empress everyone was speechless when they saw the scene where Lord Sok created the Necro Titan.

If the Emperor is the sage god of white magic then it would not be an exaggeration to call Sok the sage god of black magic.

“Our goal is not to kill Lord Sok but to rescue the Empress. Let’s not forget that.”

Ismail encouraged the discouraged men and got down from the sled.

Everyone nodded to Ismail’s words and got off the sled.

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On the day when the light of the royal flower suddenly went out countless people from Whibris died instantly without even knowing what was happening.

Grimthrown’s mercy was activated and shelters were created all over the world but many people who were unable to enter the shelters froze to death…

Even after they fled to the shelter others froze to death or died from weakness.

Some people also took their own lives in despair while others fought among themselves over the limited food and supplies in the shelter.

Sir Sok scraped up the dead bodies and made them into unconscious undead and moved around.

And after gathering them in the stronghold he combined the undead with black ice containing the magic of death creating a Necro Titan.

To make it Sir Sok was using enormous magical power.

“Thanks to that you have virtually no guard. Perhaps you don’t even have guards against me.”

The path to Lord Sok’s castle was lined with wraith knights ghosts and high-ranking undead but when they saw Scott they saluted him and opened the way.

“This could be handled quite easily. It seems that Lord Sok is also fighting the enemies with all his might. Considering that His Majesty was in a bad state when he was supporting the light of the King’s Flower alone Lord Sok must have made considerable sacrifices as well.”

Ismail spoke in a deliberately bright tone trying to somehow raise the people’s morale.

“But more than that I need to find the Empress. Should I send a signal?”

The elf druid Cedrin asked but Scott shook his head.

“Even if Lord Sok is currently watching if you cast the foresight spell you’ll be caught right away. Even if Lord Sok is watching he has subordinates. Using foresight in here is prohibited.”

“I see. Then if we were to turn the Empress into an undead where would we conduct the ritual?”

“There would be no particular need for ritual preparation to turn her into a normal zombie or low-level undead but if Lord Sok were to turn the empress into an undead he would have to put in a lot of effort to make her maintain her original beauty. Perhaps he would turn her into a wight or a vampire? In that case….”

Niselda who had followed him flinched when Scott mentioned vampires.

“Vampire? You’re trying to turn the Empress into a vampire?”

“maybe.”

“How absurd. If I can’t continue the line Your Majesty….”

Ismail was indignant at Sir Sok’s outrageous actions.

“So where can I make a vampire?”

“I think I know. I smell blood.”

Niselda pointed to the south spire of the towers.

But then an undead wyvern suddenly swooped down from above and attacked with its thick claws.

-Koosh!

The undead wyvern landed heavily on the ground.

On top of that wyvern was an elf white female.

It was Dahlia the older sister of the druid Sedrin.

“Ah Sedrin. You are truly tenacious. There aren’t many of our blood relatives left.”

“dahlia!”

“Scott you are truly an ungrateful orc. How dare you betray our master who has shown you so much grace.”

“I am here for the Emperor because I am not ungrateful. Dahlia. If we can only rescue the Empress won’t you step aside? You can’t face us alone can you?”

“Me alone? How could that be?”

At that moment the wyvern riders and ghosts hovering in the sky all began to watch this place.

“I was saddened by the loss of my blood relatives but this is good. Sedrin. The master will make you a white.”

“No thanks!”

Cedrin refused her sister Dahlia’s offer and began to recite the spell.