Chapter 1651 – 1651. God’s Atlantis
I looked around just in case. There is no threat to make me nervous.
Whoa.
Let out a small sigh
The green-skinned man, meaningless death, has the supreme deity. Even if he said it was fake and not real, he couldn’t guarantee victory.
‘That guy saw Black Ankh and withdrew.’
「Black Ankh
Resurrected from death only once.
Rank: SS」
‘Is there a function in Black Ankh that I don’t know about?’
The black ankh that appeared on the back of his right hand gradually faded and then disappeared.
“The chief is dead!”
“Kill him! Kill here! If the undead outside the tribe come in, there is no hope! I must kill you here!”
Squeeze out the courage that the desert warriors lack and run. No, that cannot be called courage. They have a gut feeling of death. His face is full of fear, and his hands and feet are shaking. They just attack me because they hate dog death. If I could run away and live, I would run away without looking back.
“Even without the undead, I can kill you guys more easily than eating porridge.”
Raise your nails and wield them.
Heavenly Demon Singong (天魔神功) Heavenly Demon Bizo (天魔飛爪).
The black sword spreads in all directions. The curved semi-circular sword blade cut the desert warriors to pieces in an instant. Blood spurts and intestines spill out.
When I was about to leave the building, there was a desert warrior who broke through the sword and approached me.
“Even if I die, I won’t die alone!”
A bloody desert warrior screams and wields a sword.
It would be better to lie down and wait for death, but the will to kill me is imaginary. However, it was too slow. He had to be five times faster, if not worse, to hit me.
‘Skill, experience, nothing to do, simple difference in abilities.’
This was the reason why abilities were so important in Atlantis.
Whether it’s a skill or something, it needs to be supported by the ability to properly exert its power.
I lightly dodged the desert warrior’s attack and counterattacked with my fist.
Fuck!
The desert warrior’s head exploded.
I was about to trudge out, but I hesitated.
“Oh right.”
Now I was a necromancer.
Use black magic at the corpses scattered around.
“Wake up.”
Dead bodies raise their bodies. The corpse is not in a good condition, so it cannot stand upright and is wobbly. They are the lower undead. I made a set of advanced undead using undead as materials.
I wanted to make the best undead, but the materials were lacking. In order to create one top-notch undead, 10 high-level undead were needed.
“Let’s go.”
When I came out the door, countless desert warriors greeted me. As soon as the Great Warrior standing in front saw me, he shouted.
“Waaaaagh!”
His roar spread like a plague among the desert warriors. Desert warriors roar.
I chuckled.
It sounded like a scream, not a shout.
• • •
30 minutes.
It was the time it took to massacre 3,000 members of the Yeolbaram tribe. Once I wiped out the warriors and raised them to the undead, the undead moved and slaughtered the warriors without me doing anything. Even if it was a mid-level undead, it was difficult to deal with normal desert warriors, and the high-level undead was not a battle unless it was a veteran desert warrior.
“Hmm.”
I sat down in a chair and looked down at the floor. Numerous corpses were strewn about. An army of undead stood quietly to my left, and survivors to my right.
Thirty survivors were trembling.
It wasn’t that there was a lot of resistance. It wasn’t because he was good at begging for his life. Not even as a child. Even children are killed without exception.
The survivors survived for one reason. It was because they were beautiful women worth killing. Right now I’m undead so I can’t violate them, but the story will change later. You just have to commit them after work is over.
‘Leave it to Harmon for now….’
I cast a spell while looking at the scattered corpses. Scattered corpses rise as undead. They are all low-level undead. I took out the Book of the Dead before turning it into an Intermediate Undead.
「Book of the Dead
Dominance over the undead is strengthened.
Know all undead crafting recipes.
Increases the abilities of undead with beaks by 10%.
You can use Blessing of the Dead.
Connected with hell You can pay a price to the beings of hell and borrow their power.
The dead can be resurrected only 3 times. There must be a corpse of the person to be resurrected. (0/3)
Mana rises by 30.
Rank: SSS」
Connection with Hell.
Previously failed. Because ‘meaningless death’ was hostile to me.
‘Hell Connection is an ability that appeared after the Book of the Dead was completed. I don’t know exactly what kind of ability it is, but it’s definitely an amazing ability.’
Not being able to use one of those abilities was painful.
I once again used the hell connection.
I felt one of my senses stretching out somewhere.
I feel a deep, deep darkness. The senses continued to stretch and then cut off.
“…….”
It’s different from before.
Earlier, I felt a huge presence at the edge of the darkness.
‘Should I say yes? A senseless death is rejecting me.’
Meaningless death.
A man with green skin.
I have a rough idea of who he is.
‘Hell. I.E. The world of the dead. There are countless gods who rule Hell, but only one is said to have green skin. Osiris.’
I’m not sure why, but Osiris hates me. She was hostile
‘I guess the reason… There are several things… Is it because of Anubis?’
I have fought Anubis in the past. It was I who won, and Anubis is now banished from Atlantis.
‘Just because you were exiled doesn’t mean you can’t see Atlantis. Instead, I won’t be able to influence Atlantis.’
However, that connection did not disappear.
It is possible to ask Osiris for something outside of Atlantis.
‘Then the story fits perfectly.’
I stared at the Book of the Dead.
Read one of the effects of the Book of the Dead over and over again. Connected with hell You can pay a price to the beings of hell and borrow their power.
This effect was a kind of bargain. Give something receive something An ability that allows you to trade with divine beings.
‘Should I make a deal with Osiris?’
Atlantis has many hells. There will be more than 10 hells, not counting the one ruled by Osiris.
‘It connects to other hells.’
Having made up my mind, I tried the hell connection again.
One of the senses extends somewhere. I desperately thought of another hell. The senses that had been reaching the same place as before changed direction.
Connected to another hell. The first thing I felt was coldness.
I shuddered involuntarily at the coldness that seemed to freeze my soul.
The connected hell was Area 9705, Niflheim.
“A living corpse recognizes you.”
– It’s been a while, kid. I didn’t expect you to contact me in this way.
“Long time no see. A living corpse.”
-What do you want?
The direct question of the living corpse returned. Rather good. It wasn’t my taste to share meaningless words.
“Roll. I want you to lend her her.”
Gula is a dead man I met in Niflheim. She is currently working under Hel. And Gula was still subordinate to me.
– What is the price?
“I will give my soul.”
– Offer 100 souls a day.
“I will.”
I answered immediately.
100 people a day.
In other words, it meant offering 100 people a day. It’s never cheap. It’s an amount that would scare most rulers. But it wasn’t too expensive for me now. There are over 10,000 souls that I have now.
The reward of collecting souls was here.
I gave 100 of my souls to a living corpse. The soul screams and is sucked into Hell.
– It’s nice to be cool.
There was a hint of satisfaction in Hel’s voice.
Shortly thereafter, the connection to Hell was lost. I was taken aback by the sudden disconnection.
‘Could it be a scam?!’
Fortunately, it wasn’t a scam.
A cold energy gathered in front of my eyes, and the space split apart. Through the cracked space, the cold earth is visible.
Tumble.
Stepping on the frozen ground, someone wearing full silver plate armor crossed the space and stood in front of me. The moment he crossed the space, the split space disappeared like a lie.
He pulled out his familiar bastard sword and lowered his head as he inserted it into the ground.
“Long time no see, Master.”
The voice behind the armor belonged to a woman.
“Gula! Long time no see! Take off your helmet. I want to see your face!”
I said a little nervously. Gula, whom he hadn’t seen in a while, didn’t know what he had done in Niflheim, but he was much stronger than when he saw him before.
“Master is still the same.”
Gula laughs and takes off her helmet.
Her hidden face was revealed.
Pale gray hair blows in the wind, golden eyes as dazzling as the sun in the sky. His skin was pale like that of an undead.
“You are beautiful. I feel like I want to commit a crime right here.”
“I do not care. In fact, didn’t Master violate me even when he was in Niflheim?”
“I am the problem.”
Wearing the golden mask of Tutankhamun, I was a eunuch who couldn’t stand his cock.
“Roll. I want to know your skill level now. Can you tell me?”
“I decided to dedicate everything to Master. That much is nothing. And you can see my status window without me telling you.”
That’s it. As the owner of Gula, I could see her status screen.
「Name: Gula
Class: Death Knight
Title: Wandering Dead.
Throne: Living Corpse
Affiliation: COA District 94
Strength: 199 Agility: 120 Stamina: 170 Mana: 90 Luck: 3
Unique Traits: Superpower (S), Lion’s Gluttony (A)
Attributes: Skadir’s Great Warrior (S), Giant Killing (A), Border of Life and Death (A)
Skills: Death Energy (S), Sword Skill (S), Smite (A), Instant Charge (B), Combat Recovery (B)」
I opened my eyes wide.
My mouth was wide open with abilities beyond my imagination.
‘Why is your strength so high? At this level, his pure fighting ability is better than mine, isn’t it?’
Even if you have Lion Gluttony (A), which allows you to grow by eating the dead, it’s difficult to become this strong. It was clear that he had suffered all kinds of hardships in Niflheim.
There are also new skills called Instant Charge (B) and Combat Recovery (B).
‘Instantaneous charge (B) is something that happens while fighting, so even so… Combat recovery (B) is a bit surprising.’
Although it was surprising, it was not unconvincing.
Gula was alive and dead at the same time due to the Boundary (A) characteristic of life and death. Undead and not undead.
“Do you like it? I had a hard time while Master was gone.”
