I Became a Mythical Knight King

Chapter 43: Death Army (3)

The battle itself wasn’t particularly long.

However, a considerable number of soldiers had already died or been injured due to the relentless attacks of the enemy, who quite literally disregarded death.

Yoo Seong quickly counted:

The number of soldiers left on the wall.
The number of corpses remaining beside the necromancer.
The number of corpse-snakes writhing their way toward the wall from the distance.

There was no need for prolonged thought.

If things continued as a war of attrition, defeat was inevitable. Fighting an infinite army with a finite force, the conditions for victory had to be redefined.

“Successor!”

Vanadain shouted like thunder as he loosed arrows in succession.
Bats carrying corpses were swarming in again.

Crash! Crash!

At the same time, the corpse-snakes surged up and slammed their bodies into the wall.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the corpses crawling up the wall exploded, killing soldiers. The dead soldiers rose again in black smoke and overwhelmed the living.

“Turn Undead!”
“Return to death!”

The battle priests pushed back the corpses with holy light.

Even though she had awakened as a Saint, Jillian, sobbing uncontrollably, did not back down.

Clasping her hands in prayer, she conjured a translucent wall above the battlements, blocking the corpse-snakes from pouring over the wall.

“Fireball! Fireball!”

Rene unleashed two successive fireballs.
Two of the corpse-snakes were engulfed in flames, but new ones were already approaching.

Yoo Seong made a decision.

“Rene! The wall is yours!”
“Yes!”

Rene immediately conjured a wall of fire on the battlements. Despite possessing three times the magical power of her peers, the barrage of spells she had unleashed in such a short time took its toll.

She felt a sudden bout of dizziness, and blood trickled from her nose, but she couldn’t stop. Raising her staff again, she hurled fireballs at the approaching corpse-snakes.

Yoo Seong sprinted toward the unburned section of the wall, shouting.

“Diana! Assemble!”

Flash!

Diana appeared, astride Enika, in a blaze of golden light.

Yoo Seong didn’t explain. He mounted Enika behind Diana, wrapping an arm around her waist, and Diana, understanding what was needed, urged Enika into the sky.

Screech!

Giant corpse bats swooped toward them, but Vanadain wouldn’t allow it.

Fiery arrows rained down, setting the bats’ heads aflame, and Diana performed dazzling aerial maneuvers, soaring ever higher.

More bats remained.

One bat hurtled toward them from the front, emitting ultrasonic waves. Yoo Seong, gripping Diana’s waist tightly with his right arm, flung Gareth’s golden shield with his left.

The shield smashed into the bat’s head, spinning through the air to tear another bat’s wing before returning to Yoo Seong.

Vanadain’s arrows followed.

Diana, trusting the arrows behind her, focused only on flying forward, and Vanadain lived up to that trust.

With bats’ heads exploding around them, Diana climbed higher still.

And then, at a critical moment—

“Here we go.”

With a soft, low voice, Diana squeezed her thighs around Enika, drew her shield-bearing arm back, tucked her lance securely to her side, and turned her gaze earthward.

Enika dove.

The pure white Pegasus descending through the dark night sky looked like a falling star.

A dragoon dive.

The necromancer, standing among hundreds of corpses, pointed directly at Diana as she plummeted toward him.

Zombie trolls and ogres picked up nearby kobold and goblin zombies and hurled them at Diana.

Dozens of purple magic arrows materialized above the necromancer, launching simultaneously.

Diana saw it all, yet didn’t hesitate.

Instead, she accelerated, maintaining a straight trajectory.

“A lance charge doesn’t look back.”

It was both a resolve and a vow.

Enika flew faster.

Golden radiance erupted from the tip of Diana’s lance and Yoo Seong didn’t remain idle either.

He cast Gale Order, wrapping Diana and Enika in a whirlwind, accelerating them further.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Corpses exploded in midair.

Not a single one of the magical arrows missed yet none of it could halt Diana’s charge.

The golden light from her lance shattered the arrows and the shockwaves.

BOOM!

The colossal impact struck the ground.

As Diana’s chivalry activated, a circular shockwave burst forth, obliterating the surrounding undead.

Dozens of corpses shattered into fragments, including those of goblins, kobolds, trolls, and ogres but the necromancer remained untouched.

Despite Diana’s charge, layers of corpse walls had absorbed the force, deflecting her slightly.

Though she hadn’t pierced the necromancer, Diana didn’t despair.

Discarding her broken lance, she breathed heavily, glaring ahead.

New corpses shrieked as they charged from beyond the shattered undead.

Yoo Seong shouted:

“Heavy Infantry! Assemble!”

As Vanadain and the elite soldiers vanished from the wall, golden light erupted before Yoo Seong’s eyes.

“Shield Wall!”

Thirty heavy infantrymen raised their massive shields, forming an impenetrable wall of steel.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Charging corpses crashed into the shields and fell back, only to be smashed by the heavy infantry swinging their shields like weapons.

“Make a path! Split the center!”

At Hector’s command, the heavy infantry parted left and right, creating a five-meter gap. Standing alone in the center, Hector spread his arms wide, holding his axe and shield, laughing fiercely.

“Let’s go.”

Taking a step forward, Hector activated his chivalry, the Titan of Camelot

With his first step, Hector’s size increased.

By the second, he stood nearly six meters tall.

“Hahaha!”

Laughing uproariously, the giant Hector swung his enormous axe.

The sweeping arc pulverized dozens of corpses in an instant.

“Gwaaaargh!”

Ogres and trolls charged at Hector to stop him, but they were no match.

An ogre zombie was split in two by the thunderous blow of his axe, and a troll’s head exploded like it had been struck by a hammer blow to the shield.

Yet, countless corpses still stood between him and the necromancer.

Behind her mask, the necromancer smiled.

Raising a hand toward Hector, she unleashed a curse imbued with the power of death, striking both Hector and the heavy infantry.

“Such petty tricks!”

Hector’s beast-like roar weakened the force of the curse bearing down on them.

Added to that was the commander’s order:

Order of Protection.

A golden light emanated from Yoo Seong, originating from the elite soldiers under Kate’s command, shielding the heavy infantry from the curse.

Still, it couldn’t completely nullify the power of the curse.

The necromancer’s curse poured down like a torrential rain once more, and the fallen corpses rose again, rushing toward the heavy infantry.

Rather than tear and bite with claws and teeth, it seemed they intended to crush the heavy infantry by sheer weight of numbers.

“Hold the line! Stand firm! Shield Wall!”

The heavy infantry raised their shields once again.

Like waves shattering against a breakwater, the corpses were smashed against the shield wall, only for the second and third waves to come crashing in.

Yoo Seong had anticipated this scenario.

Instead of panicking, he dismounted from Enika’s back and moved swiftly.

Diana lifted Enika back into the air, sending Kate and the elite soldiers back.

Yoo Seong could summon three units at once.

He had dismissed Kate and Vanadain and brought forth Hector and Diana.

Now, the last one remained.

“Fergus, Melissa! Assemble!”

The smiths of Yoo Seong’s castle.

In a flash of golden light, the two appeared.

Upon arrival, Fergus was overwhelmed by the sound of exploding corpses, the stench of rot, and the rain of curses falling from the sky, but Melissa was different.

She quickly retrieved the item strapped to Fergus’s back, knelt, and offered it to Yoo Seong.

This was the reason Yoo Seong had summoned the smiths here, even at the cost of sending Kate and her soldiers back.

What rested in Melissa’s hands was a single sword.

A silver blade crafted by melting the sacred relics of the kobold god, fused with pure silver.

The sword had barely made it in time—there was no proper scabbard or hilt, only a hastily attached wooden grip that could barely be held.

But it was enough.

Yoo Seong grasped the sword.

At that moment, he understood that this was no ordinary blade.

Forged from metal that could accept divinity and infused with pure silver, it was worthy of being called a holy sword.

Fergus and Melissa disappeared in a flash of light.

As Yoo Seong gripped the silver sword, golden flames surged from it.

Holy King’s Cross Blade, Blazing Inferno.

Yoo Seong slashed through the air.

The golden flames emanating from the blade burned away the curses raining down from the sky and sanctified the surrounding area.

The corpses pressing against the heavy infantry suddenly lost their strength and crumbled.

At the same time, new energy surged into the weary heavy infantry.

“Heavy infantry, charge!”

“Uoooooh!”

At Yoo Seong’s command, the heavy infantry roared and charged forward.

Hector, at the front, swept through the corpses like a storm, while Yoo Seong followed close behind, wielding the silver sword wrapped in flames.

The necromancer saw Yoo Seong approaching.

She was no longer smiling when she saw the silver sword.

Her lips twisted in panic as she frantically unleashed her power of death.

Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga!

The death spear, formed from the convergence of dozens of arrows, shot toward Yoo Seong.

Hector raised his shield to block it, but it was impossible.

The chain explosions from the corpses forced Hector to his knees, and the death spear twisted through the air, bypassing Hector and hurtling toward Yoo Seong.

Yoo Seong saw it.

He measured the distance.

Then he realized:

It wasn’t something he could dodge.

So he would block it.

He stepped forward instead of retreating.

A great roar erupted.

Gareth’s golden shield roared.

For a brief moment, the death spear was forced off course, diverted downward as if struck aside, and it smashed into the ground.

Boom!

Yoo Seong didn’t watch the explosion.

He kept his back to it, focused solely on moving forward.

The necromancer watched Yoo Seong.

Panicking, she hastily formed hand seals and released her power, commanding the surrounding corpses to merge into a towering wall.

She was so desperate that even the skeletal remains of the bicorn she rode were used to form the barrier but Yoo Seong didn’t stop.

He hurled Gareth’s golden shield at the wall.

The spinning shield drove into the center of the corpse barrier but not to break through.

Leaping mid-run, Yoo Seong stepped on the embedded shield, using it as a foothold to soar over the wall of corpses.

“Stop him!” the necromancer screamed in desperation, wildly releasing her magic.

A torrent of pitch black death magic surged toward Yoo Seong.

He saw it and instinctively twisted his body.

Drawing the silver sword to its limit, he spun like a top.

Shhhwaaaa—!

The sacred flames engulfed the death magic.

The massive sword slash cleaved through the magic, and the divided death power crashed into the unfortunate corpse barrier.

The necromancer saw Yoo Seong standing before her and he swung the silver sword.

The pure white blade cleaved through the necromancer’s neck.