Chapter 186
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Knight Of Plague
Translated by SoundDestiny
Edited by SoundDestiny
Dawn is breaking and the eastern sky is turning white.
As the darkness dissipates and the landscape is gradually revealed, the figures of countless unknown shapes come into view.
“Ooooooooooooooooooo!”
Countless figures stomped down the street, letting out a low, hair-raising cry.
Skeletons clad in rags. Decaying corpses with a stench that stung the nose. Soldiers in armour with their heads missing a herd of up to ten thousand, all made up of the lifeless undead.
The hordes of Undead that have poured into the Kingdom of Zain from the Fernigesh Range, destroying villages along the way and swallowing up the living as they make their way east.
“Ara….”
In the middle of the ugly and fearsome army, a female knight on horseback tilted her head.
She turned her beautiful face upwards, her eyes narrowed as she looked up at the dawn-tinted sky.
“My magic is gone, isn’t it? Someone neutralise it…. No, it’s like my magic itself has been swallowed.”
The woman knight, surrounded by undead and murmuring in wonder, appears to be a living, breathing person.
But the….facts are very different. She is the general who leads this terrible army – the knight of the apocalypse who bears the name “Plague”.
The knight of the Plague, Ruluve, has begun her march on the Kingdom of Zain, but soon after her invasion she unleashes a curse on a massive scale.
The curse of Plague was to contaminate the land itself with a disease that would affect and debilitate every living thing in the land.
The curse, which had no immediate effect but grew stronger and stronger with time, was insidious and merciless. In the end, it has to kill tens of thousands of people.
But as of now….that curse has disappeared without a trace.
Not only the plague curse, but also the famine curse from Wilfred, who is marching from a different route, has disappeared as well. This could not have been a coincidence.
“Mou~..using that magic again…..Uun, It’s possible. It’s been counteracted by some powerful magic. It’s an overwhelming magic that can reach even our queen. Is ..she’s on the human side again by any chance?”
With a languid grimace of her beautiful face, Ruluve sighed.
The face of the witch who sided with the enemy in the Great Calamity three hundred years ago is in her mind.
Neimilia, the Witch of Darkness. The youngest of the Six Witches of Doom, she is an abomination who betrayed her mother, her sister, and the Keeper of the Holy Sword.
If it had not been for her betrayal, Osman would not have been defeated in the last battles, nor would they have been sealed up in a mausoleum for more than two hundred years, groaning in vindictiveness after their beloved lord was killed before their eyes.
“You never learn, do you? Abomination. Most of all, I hate you…… but what can I do? What do I have to do to get my boiling guts to stop?”
Ruluve maintains her cool demoaner, but inside she was boiling with anger like lava.
If the Dark Witch was once again on the side of the humans, she would not be satisfied with just killing her. She would have to inflict all the shame, humiliation and pain she could think of.
“But can I……win on my own?”
The power of the Dark Witch is enormous. It was comparable to Osman, who could cause a great earthquake and split a mountain range.
In addition, it is said that the Kingdom of Zain already has a holy sword holder. The target, the holy sword of water, has not yet found a wielder, but the combination of a witch and a holy sword wielder is reminiscent of the defeat two hundred years ago.
Even with more than 10,000 undead, it’s hard to say that Ruluve and Wilfred can win on their own.
“If it were just me, I’d retreat…..What about that child? Will he retreat?”
Ruluve strokes her purple hair with a hand comb and exhales in a sexy gesture.
In the mind of the beautiful lady knight is the face of Wilfred, the knight of Famine who marched with her to the Kingdom of Zain.
Even if Ruluve realised the disadvantage and retreated ….would the skinny boy choose to retreat?
Would he choose to bear the brunt of the traitorous presence of the Dark Witch?
“……That’s impossible. That child is surprisingly angry.”
Wilfred is usually aloof, but in reality he is a very passionate man.
The boy knight who sensed the presence of the Dark Witch would not be able to make a calm decision. He will lose his mind and charge at the enemy.
“…… I can’t help it, little knight. I’ll keep you company”
Ruluve does not have the option of abandoning a fellow knight she has known for hundreds of years.
If Wilfred doesn’t back down, there’s no way she can retreat on her own.
“You’re giving….Onee-san a hard time. Let’s show them what a knight of the apocalypse is capable of!.”
Ruluve smiles wistfully, her lips pursed in red.
This was the moment when the knight of the apocalypse, who had destroyed all the countries of the western part of the continent in the “Great Calamity” three hundred years before, and who had transformed the kingdom of Athena into a land of the dead in the previous battle, got serious.
“Ketaketaketaketaketaketaketaketa”
At the same time – the “bone crows” flying overhead let out a high-pitched caw.
It seems that the enemy army is approaching her.
“Let the foolish living be an offering to our beautiful queen! Let the sweet screams of death be offered to the beautiful witch Osman!”
Across the road, the enemy’s army came into view.
A smile of madness graced her face as she ordered her army of the dead to charge.
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Knight Of Plague
Translated by SoundDestiny
Edited by SoundDestiny
Dawn is breaking and the eastern sky is turning white.
As the darkness dissipates and the landscape is gradually revealed, the figures of countless unknown shapes come into view.
“Ooooooooooooooooooo!”
Countless figures stomped down the street, letting out a low, hair-raising cry.
Skeletons clad in rags. Decaying corpses with a stench that stung the nose. Soldiers in armour with their heads missing a herd of up to ten thousand, all made up of the lifeless undead.
The hordes of Undead that have poured into the Kingdom of Zain from the Fernigesh Range, destroying villages along the way and swallowing up the living as they make their way east.
“Ara….”
In the middle of the ugly and fearsome army, a female knight on horseback tilted her head.
She turned her beautiful face upwards, her eyes narrowed as she looked up at the dawn-tinted sky.
“My magic is gone, isn’t it? Someone neutralise it…. No, it’s like my magic itself has been swallowed.”
The woman knight, surrounded by undead and murmuring in wonder, appears to be a living, breathing person.
But the….facts are very different. She is the general who leads this terrible army – the knight of the apocalypse who bears the name “Plague”.
The knight of the Plague, Ruluve, has begun her march on the Kingdom of Zain, but soon after her invasion she unleashes a curse on a massive scale.
The curse of Plague was to contaminate the land itself with a disease that would affect and debilitate every living thing in the land.
The curse, which had no immediate effect but grew stronger and stronger with time, was insidious and merciless. In the end, it has to kill tens of thousands of people.
But as of now….that curse has disappeared without a trace.
Not only the plague curse, but also the famine curse from Wilfred, who is marching from a different route, has disappeared as well. This could not have been a coincidence.
“Mou~..using that magic again…..Uun, It’s possible. It’s been counteracted by some powerful magic. It’s an overwhelming magic that can reach even our queen. Is ..she’s on the human side again by any chance?”
With a languid grimace of her beautiful face, Ruluve sighed.
The face of the witch who sided with the enemy in the Great Calamity three hundred years ago is in her mind.
Neimilia, the Witch of Darkness. The youngest of the Six Witches of Doom, she is an abomination who betrayed her mother, her sister, and the Keeper of the Holy Sword.
If it had not been for her betrayal, Osman would not have been defeated in the last battles, nor would they have been sealed up in a mausoleum for more than two hundred years, groaning in vindictiveness after their beloved lord was killed before their eyes.
“You never learn, do you? Abomination. Most of all, I hate you…… but what can I do? What do I have to do to get my boiling guts to stop?”
Ruluve maintains her cool demoaner, but inside she was boiling with anger like lava.
If the Dark Witch was once again on the side of the humans, she would not be satisfied with just killing her. She would have to inflict all the shame, humiliation and pain she could think of.
“But can I……win on my own?”
The power of the Dark Witch is enormous. It was comparable to Osman, who could cause a great earthquake and split a mountain range.
In addition, it is said that the Kingdom of Zain already has a holy sword holder. The target, the holy sword of water, has not yet found a wielder, but the combination of a witch and a holy sword wielder is reminiscent of the defeat two hundred years ago.
Even with more than 10,000 undead, it’s hard to say that Ruluve and Wilfred can win on their own.
“If it were just me, I’d retreat…..What about that child? Will he retreat?”
Ruluve strokes her purple hair with a hand comb and exhales in a sexy gesture.
In the mind of the beautiful lady knight is the face of Wilfred, the knight of Famine who marched with her to the Kingdom of Zain.
Even if Ruluve realised the disadvantage and retreated ….would the skinny boy choose to retreat?
Would he choose to bear the brunt of the traitorous presence of the Dark Witch?
“……That’s impossible. That child is surprisingly angry.”
Wilfred is usually aloof, but in reality he is a very passionate man.
The boy knight who sensed the presence of the Dark Witch would not be able to make a calm decision. He will lose his mind and charge at the enemy.
“…… I can’t help it, little knight. I’ll keep you company”
Ruluve does not have the option of abandoning a fellow knight she has known for hundreds of years.
If Wilfred doesn’t back down, there’s no way she can retreat on her own.
“You’re giving….Onee-san a hard time. Let’s show them what a knight of the apocalypse is capable of!.”
Ruluve smiles wistfully, her lips pursed in red.
This was the moment when the knight of the apocalypse, who had destroyed all the countries of the western part of the continent in the “Great Calamity” three hundred years before, and who had transformed the kingdom of Athena into a land of the dead in the previous battle, got serious.
“Ketaketaketaketaketaketaketaketa”
At the same time – the “bone crows” flying overhead let out a high-pitched caw.
It seems that the enemy army is approaching her.
“Let the foolish living be an offering to our beautiful queen! Let the sweet screams of death be offered to the beautiful witch Osman!”
Across the road, the enemy’s army came into view.
A smile of madness graced her face as she ordered her army of the dead to charge.
Knight Of PlagueTranslated by SoundDestinyEdited by SoundDestinyDawn is breaking and the eastern sky is turning white.As the darkness dissipates and the landscape is gradually revealed, the figures of countless unknown shapes come into view.Ooooooooooooooooooo!Countless figures stomped down the street, letting out a low, hair-raising cry.Skeletons clad in rags. Decaying corpses with a stench that stung the nose. Soldiers in armour with their heads missing a herd of up to ten thousand, all made up of the lifeless undead.The hordes of Undead that have poured into the Kingdom of Zain from the Fernigesh Range, destroying villages along the way and swallowing up the living as they make their way east.Ara.In the middle of the ugly and fearsome army, a female knight on horseback tilted her head.She turned her beautiful face upwards, her eyes narrowed as she looked up at the dawn-tinted sky.My magic is gone, isn't it? Someone neutralise it. No, it's like my magic itself has been swallowed.The woman knight, surrounded by undead and murmuring in wonder, appears to be a living, breathing person.But the.facts are very different. She is the general who leads this terrible army the knight of the apocalypse who bears the name Plague.The knight of the Plague, Ruluve, has begun her march on the Kingdom of Zain, but soon after her invasion she unleashes a curse on a massive scale.The curse of Plague was to contaminate the land itself with a disease that would affect and debilitate every living thing in the land.The curse, which had no immediate effect but grew stronger and stronger with time, was insidious and merciless. In the end, it has to kill tens of thousands of people.But as of now.that curse has disappeared without a trace.Not only the plague curse, but also the famine curse from Wilfred, who is marching from a different route, has disappeared as well. This could not have been a coincidence.Mou~..using that magic again..Uun, It's possible. It's been counteracted by some powerful magic. It's an overwhelming magic that can reach even our queen. Is ..she's on the human side again by any chance?With a languid grimace of her beautiful face, Ruluve sighed.The face of the witch who sided with the enemy in the Great Calamity three hundred years ago is in her mind.Neimilia, the Witch of Darkness. The youngest of the Six Witches of Doom, she is an abomination who betrayed her mother, her sister, and the Keeper of the Holy Sword.If it had not been for her betrayal, Osman would not have been defeated in the last battles, nor would they have been sealed up in a mausoleum for more than two hundred years, groaning in vindictiveness after their beloved lord was killed before their eyes.You never learn, do you? Abomination. Most of all, I hate you but what can I do? What do I have to do to get my boiling guts to stop?Ruluve maintains her cool demoaner, but inside she was boiling with anger like lava.If the Dark Witch was once again on the side of the humans, she would not be satisfied with just killing her. She would have to inflict all the shame, humiliation and pain she could think of.But can Iwin on my own?The power of the Dark Witch is enormous. It was comparable to Osman, who could cause a great earthquake and split a mountain range.In addition, it is said that the Kingdom of Zain already has a holy sword holder. The target, the holy sword of water, has not yet found a wielder, but the combination of a witch and a holy sword wielder is reminiscent of the defeat two hundred years ago.Even with more than 10,000 undead, it's hard to say that Ruluve and Wilfred can win on their own.If it were just me, I'd retreat..What about that child? Will he retreat?Ruluve strokes her purple hair with a hand comb and exhales in a sexy gesture.In the mind of the beautiful lady knight is the face of Wilfred, the knight of Famine who marched with her to the Kingdom of Zain.Even if Ruluve realised the disadvantage and retreated .would the skinny boy choose to retreat?Would he choose to bear the brunt of the traitorous presence of the Dark Witch?That's impossible. That child is surprisingly angry.Wilfred is usually aloof, but in reality he is a very passionate man.The boy knight who sensed the presence of the Dark Witch would not be able to make a calm decision. He will lose his mind and charge at the enemy. I can't help it, little knight. I'll keep you companyRuluve does not have the option of abandoning a fellow knight she has known for hundreds of years.If Wilfred doesn't back down, there's no way she can retreat on her own.You're giving.Onee-san a hard time. Let's show them what a knight of the apocalypse is capable of!.Ruluve smiles wistfully, her lips pursed in red.This was the moment when the knight of the apocalypse, who had destroyed all the countries of the western part of the continent in the Great Calamity three hundred years before, and who had transformed the kingdom of Athena into a land of the dead in the previous battle, got serious.KetaketaketaketaketaketaketaketaAt the same time the bone crows flying overhead let out a high-pitched caw.It seems that the enemy army is approaching her.Let the foolish living be an offering to our beautiful queen!Let the sweet screams of death be offered to the beautiful witch Osman!Across the road, the enemy's army came into view.A smile of madness graced her face as she ordered her army of the dead to charge.
