Damn Necromancer
Chapter 440
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Kuaaaaang―!
Hundreds of giant dragons covering the sky without a gap simultaneously spewed breaths of ruin.
The massive hemispherical defensive barrier surrounding the main base of the Eastern Witch Coven wavered precariously, making sounds of cracking and splitting.
"Raise the magic power output to the maximum! If the barrier is breached, it's over!"
"Hold on! We must hold on somehow!"
Amidst the flames and shockwaves pouring from all directions, thick frustration was deeply ingrained in the faces of the witches who were squeezing out their magic power as if coughing up blood to maintain the barrier.
A clash with the Dragon Legion was an expected sequence.
The Eastern Witch Coven and the Dragon Legion had clashed countless times over the past hundreds of years.
Territorial disputes. Conflicts over planets harboring outstanding potential. Pride battles. The justifications and reasons were diverse.
Moreover, dragons were the masters of magic.
A race born with the primordial mana engraved on their scales.
To them, magic was like breathing.
However, the witches also never backed down.
Secret arts and taboos honed over thousands of years.
Because they were the ones who engraved all of that into their own bodies.
Therefore, the two sides had clashed for a long time.
Without either side being able to completely subjugate the other.
But.
Such an attack on the main base was a first.
Originally, the main base of the Coven, the First City, was designed so that its dimensional coordinates themselves twisted every moment.
A fluid barrier impossible to track or pinpoint.
The Dragon Legion was the same.
Their stronghold was also hidden somewhere in the dimensional gaps, making pinpointing the coordinates a hellish task in itself.
Finding each other's main bases.
It was the long-cherished wish and greatest challenge of both factions.
The Coven had finally almost pinpointed the Dragon Legion's main base.
They had finished all preparations and were sharpening their blades.
One step.
They were exactly one step too late.
The Dragon Legion moved first.
The witches who were on routine patrols outside the city walls were the first to face sudden disaster.
Swept up in the rain of fire falling from the sky, they turned to ash and scattered without even being able to scream properly.
The core witches of the main base hurriedly gathered magic power and deployed the barrier, but even in that short time, several comrades had lost their lives.
Right now, they had to buy time no matter what.
Paaaaat―!
A massive golden portal opened piercing through the center of the main base. The moment the man draped in pitch-black demonic energy walked out with Hell Rhapsody resting on his shoulder, the atmosphere of the battlefield reversed in an instant.
Behind his back, a knight holding a massive blood-red spear, a silver-haired archmage, a Balrog wrapped in black flame, and a Vampire Queen hidden in the shadow lined up soundlessly.
"I-it's the Death Lord!"
"The Death Lord has come!"
An intense light of hope spread in the eyes of the witches who had fallen into despair.
Piercing through that cheer, the Grand Witch Ananke, wearing a scorched monocle, roughly broke her broom and plummeted down next to Kim Minwoo.
"You came right on the most perfectly amazing timing! If you had been even 5 minutes late, we would have all become barbecue!"
"Just what exactly happened for the main base to end up like this."
At Kim Minwoo's question, Ananke roughly wiped her blood-stained sleeve and clicked her tongue.
"The Dragon Lord side made a preemptive strike. They read our movements and conversely threw their entire forces at us. Well, we were planning to wage an all-out war to pull those lizard bastards' hearts out anyway, so it was something we were prepared for. We're in the same boat."
An attitude of not whining about being hit first since they were planning to go to war anyway. At Ananke's cool smile, Kim Minwoo also let out a pishik snort.
"Anyway, what happened with the Ascension Ritual? You popped out so suddenly. Did you salvage anything from there?"
"Well, I milked the performance quite sweetly. Believers have been duplicated across all dimensions."
Kim Minwoo answered lightly and flicked his finger toward the empty air.
Ttiring―!
[The authority of a higher divine status is unlocked.]
[Direct telepathy (communication network) with all believers belonging to lower dimensions is activated.]
The multi-level branch managers who had somehow well surpassed 20,000.
It was time to issue his first task directives as the Death Lord to those guys who must be dumbfounded by the sudden return.
The 20,000 believers including Nasar.
The overwhelming divine status of death directly plugged a voice into their minds.
『You all must be surprised by suddenly returning to your hometowns.』
At the magnificent thought echoing across dimensions, the 20,000 believers who were puzzled in their respective dimensions simultaneously knelt and bowed their heads.
『I made a bit of a direct deal with the system owner. From now on, you are the branch managers of my Cult in charge of each dimension.』
The command was simple and intuitive.
『Spread my faith in your respective hometowns. I will bestow certain rewards and authority fitting for the excellent salesperson who brings the most performance, so all of you work hard on your own.』
The core of multi-level marketing is clear motivation and performance-based pay. The thought of the 20,000 elite salespeople who witnessed the miracle of the resurrection coin firsthand bringing new believers from all over the universe naturally brought a smile to his face.
'That's enough for believer management for now.'
Kim Minwoo turned his gaze and opened his inventory window.
"Let's see."
Let's check what the in-kind good is that the Number 1 gentleman converted into the value of 12.5 million points.
They did say they would give something I needed.
I should find out what that is.
Kim Minwoo's gaze, which had been rummaging through the inventory, stopped at a brilliantly radiant box newly sitting in a corner.
From the box, he pulled out a pure white feather emitting a mysterious aura.
"……Huh?"
Kim Minwoo's eyebrow twitched minutely.
He quickly pulled up the required material list for the Potential -999 Shackle Release gimmick that was stuck in a corner of his status window. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
1. Heart of an Ancient Dragon (Over 10,000 years) — Not possessed.
2. Flame of the Sun — Not possessed.
3. Horn of a Demon Lord (Within top 10) — Possessed.
4. Feather of an Angel's Wing (Highest-ranking angel or above) — Possessed.
5. Crystal of Chaos — Not possessed.
6. Pearl of the Abyss — Not possessed.
Originally, the only thing he possessed was number 3, the Horn of a Demon Lord.
'I was going to slowly look for some materials to release it soon…….'
Because he couldn't live with Potential -999 forever.
But, unexpectedly, one more possessed material was added.
Feather of an Angel's Wing.
『If you wish, I will convert them into items possessing the value of those points. Something you might need.』
The last line the Number 1 existence had typed.
Number 1, who had said they needed a variable outside the system's rules to flip the board, blatantly handed Kim Minwoo one of the puzzle pieces he needed most to be reborn as a perfect vessel.
The Feather of an Angel's Wing.
"……This old geezer is really from the angel side."
An existence that boldly hands out an angel's feather as the in-kind converted material worth 12 million points.
"An ultra-high-ranking angel. And probably way up high at that……."
No, perhaps an existence even beyond an angel.
He had suspicions from a long time ago.
It was just that this deal solidified his certainty.
Now, the remaining materials to release the shackle were four.
But, it seems it will turn to three now.
Heart of an Ancient Dragon?
Among the dragons spewing breaths outside the barrier right now, there must be an Ancient Dragon over 10,000 years old.
Kim Minwoo turned his gaze and looked at Ananke.
"Ananke. Where is the Dragon Lord? Have you found him?"
Ananke fingered her scorched monocle and shook her head side to side.
"No. We haven't pinpointed the location yet. The guys knocking on our barrier right now are strictly just playing the role of vanguard. The main body is probably cleverly hiding his magic power and observing this situation."
"When the Dragon Lord steps up to the mound, I will take him. To mine a heart to release my shackle, and I also owe that guy some debt from before."
At Kim Minwoo's words, Ananke nodded her head as if reassured.
"Of course you should do that. Our Coven will also support you with all our might. First, let's clear away this annoying swarm of lizards and……."
It was before Ananke could even finish her sentence.
Kugugugugung―!
A tremendous vibration that seemed to crush the entire dimension struck the main base of the Eastern Witch Coven.
It was an overwhelming pressure where space itself seemed to scream and tear.
"Kyaaaaaak!"
"The northwest barrier has been breached! Block it! Hurry!"
Urgent screams burst from the witches.
One axis of the defensive barrier that had been holding out solidly smashed and shattered to pieces in an instant, as if pierced by a massive ice pillar.
"It's an Ancient Dragon!"
And piercing through the debris of the broken barrier and the acrid smoke, a massive shadow slowly revealed its figure.
"……!"
The moment he faced it, the pupils of Kim Minwoo, who had been leisurely observing the battle situation holding Hell Rhapsody, stiffened bizarrely.
A massive size of a different class from ordinary wyverns.
Overwhelming water-attribute magic power that seemed to freeze the surrounding atmosphere solid.
However, the blue scales covering its entire body were terribly clouded, and in its two pupils, there was no reason whatsoever, only blind submission and murderous intent toward the Dragon Lord.
The Disaster Dragon Lord Arcaia, bizarrely compressed and mutated by the power of the Outer God.
An Ancient Dragon that had become a minion of that terrible monster and was reduced to a perfect puppet.
Kim Minwoo could never not recognize the magic power wavelength of that terribly changed water dragon.
The Age of Dragons in the past.
The vice-commander of the dragons' northern capital, Claudia.
A pitiful Ancient Dragon who, in exchange for passing on the knowledge to fight against the Outer God, had the causality twisted and had to lose her father, the Minister of War, Linax.
An existence who nevertheless remained until the end in the middle of the falling city and bought them time.
It was that very water dragon who did not run away even in the face of the overwhelming offensive of the Dragon Lord Arcaia, and squeezed out her remaining mana to the limit to open a dimensional portal so that Kim Minwoo's party could safely escape to reality.
Thanks to her sublime sacrifice, the current Kim Minwoo and the legion could return to reality and exist.
"……."
Kim Minwoo's vicious smile, which he had not lost even in front of tens of thousands of orcs or the fierce attack of the Seven Venerables Yoo Honbi, cooled down coldly.
Instead, a pitch-black murderous intent and unspeakably heavy emotions began to swirl in that place.
The 10,000-year-old Ancient Dragon who voluntarily became bait and remained alone in the falling city to save them.
"……Elaudia?"
She had become a terrible monster that lost its reason and was now blocking Kim Minwoo's front.
