Grandson of the Holy Emperor is a Necromancer
Grandson of the Holy Emperor is a Necromancer - Chapter 150: 081. Aslans Saviour -2 (Part Two)

Chapter 150: 081. Aslan鈥檚 Saviour -2 (Part Two)

鈥淚鈥檓 the king, yet you dare鈥?鈥?/p>

His legs muscles bulged with pure strength in the next moment.

鈥溾€ake a mockery out of me?!鈥?/p>

Rahamma, while lifting up his mace, exploded forward from his spot and flew straight towards Tina.

To eliminate both her and the giant tree at the same time, he took an almighty swing with that large blunt weapon of his.

鈥淧rotect Tina.鈥?/p>

I stomped my foot on the ground. The spirits of earth and water floating around me quickly dashed forward.

The spirit of water created waves and pounced on Rahamma, and he got sucked into the crashing tides. At the same time, the ground shot up in front of Tina to create an earthen wall.

However, Rahamma didn鈥檛 stop. Despite being trapped in water as if he had fallen into a lake, he didn鈥檛 stop moving. He even temporarily held his breath while swinging the mace in his hands.

When the huge earthen wall was struck by the weapon, it exploded into bits. Even the water entrapping him blew apart and dissipated away.

But that was already enough for me. The bastard鈥檚 speed had dropped sufficiently by then.

I strengthened my legs and dashed towards where Tina was. Because the spirit of wind had already boosted my speed, I arrived at where the destroyed earthen wall used to stand in the blink of an eye. I glared squarely into Rahamma鈥檚 eyes.

Tina and her large, surprised eyes were staring at me from behind.

鈥淵ou bastard-!鈥?/p>

Rahamma roared out, raised the mace, and slammed it down.

I raised my staff in response and blocked his downward swing.

One mace and one staff collided mid-air.

At the same time, the flames wrapped around the staff erupted out. The mace permeating with demonic energy was instantly heated up as Rahamma鈥檚 hands gripping the weapon got burnt pitch-black.

鈥淗euh-euph!鈥?/p>

Rahamma somehow managed to withstand the intense pain despite the flames burning him.

However, I could tell that the state of his body wasn鈥檛 normal. It seemed this bastard was gradually dying as this battle wore on.

Without a sacrifice nearby, he would have to put up his own life force as the cost for his incredible power. The longer he kept pouring out such an incredible level of strength, the quicker he鈥檇 reach his own demise.

鈥淪top him.鈥?/p>

Two words from me were enough for the spirits to make their next moves. The spirit of earth grabbed Rahamma鈥檚 legs and dragged him underground.

The spirit of fire danced around the king鈥檚 figure and began burning him with an even hotter flame.

As for the spirit of wind, it turned the winds into sharp, invisible blades and started inflicting countless wounds on his body.

In the meantime, the spirit of water wrapped around Rahamma鈥檚 face and began cutting off his oxygen supply.

Despite all of these, King Rahamma still didn鈥檛 falter or retreat.

鈥溾€?鈥?/p>

He opened his mouth underwater and muttered something out. However, I couldn鈥檛 hear what he wanted to say.

Even then, I could kind of tell that he was going for the last hurrah here. All of his demonic energy began condensing and gathering on his mace.

And from the surroundings, the aura of death violently and explosively gathered towards his weapon.

This aura caused the grass near Rahamma鈥檚 feet to wither into blackened colour and die instantly.

His previously middle-aged face rapidly transformed into an old man, and his hair lost all colour and turned snow-white.

Even his healthy-looking and rippling muscles withered away, leaving behind only his skin and bones.

鈥淥oh! Oooooooh!鈥?/p>

Rahamma cried out a loud battle roar.

Eventually, every single drop of demonic energy he possessed filled up his big mace.

Well, there鈥檚 his one last shot. I鈥檓 sure he鈥檚 itching to unleash that on me.

I raised my staff in response.

Honestly, I had been thinking that this would be the perfect time. The perfect time to test the performance of this staff, that was.

鈥淒ie along with everyone else!鈥?/p>

Rahamma鈥檚 muffled roar barely managed to escape from the watery prison around his head as he slammed down with his mace. At the same time, I too swung my staff.

Our weapons collided once more.

鈥淭his is the end, you stupid king.鈥?/p>

Unfortunately for him, all that stupendous demonic energy permeating in his mace simply dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The thing I wanted to test out was 鈥榮kill nullification鈥? the additional skill granted to Amon鈥檚 staff after I upgraded it with Divine Aura. A skill that lets me nullify a single attack from my enemy, and featuring the cooldown time of one day.

Thanks to this skill鈥檚 effect, I got to block Rahamma鈥檚 final attack without putting up much of an effort.

鈥溾€?鈥?/p>

My staff dug into the mace that no longer boasted the might of all that demonic energy. The incredibly sturdy weapon began cracking apart like a fragile biscuit.

The king of Aslan, Rahamma, stared at this spectacle with pure astonishment as if he couldn鈥檛 believe it.

He muttered out, 鈥淚鈥?I am鈥?鈥?/p>

My staff completely shattered his mace. And it went on to slam straight into Rahamma鈥檚 unguarded head.

BOOM-!

My final attack crushed the face of Aslan鈥檚 king.

His cheeks burst open while his cheekbones and jaw all shattered before caving in. His neck cracked and bent in the wrong way before his whole body, now resembling an old man, spun like a ragdoll as he was sent flying away to a distance.

He rolled on the verdant field for a dozen or so metres before eventually coming to a stop in a collapsed heap.

There was no sign of movement. Either he lost consciousness, or鈥?/p>

鈥淔uu-woo鈥︹€?/p>

I used the staff as a crutch. At the same time, the bone armour wrapped around me went away. I took off Amon鈥檚 skull from my head and stored it away in my item window.

My legs were wobbling unsteadily. Sure, the spirits did help me, but it seemed that even their aid was not enough to overcome the penalties of using the relics.

When I plopped down on my butt, Tina hurriedly held me up from behind. 鈥淎-are you feeling alright?鈥?/p>

鈥淣ot really.鈥?/p>

While saying that, I sensed my eyelids getting heavier.

Sleepiness was washing over me. My body was demanding some time off to recover from the consequence of fighting an intense battle.

鈥淗ey, look after my body for a while, okay?鈥?/p>

After saying that, I closed my eyes.

I thought I could hear Tina whispering into my ear just then, 鈥淵ou can leave it to me. And thank you for all your hard work.鈥?/p>

While feeling relieved by her words, I fell into another bout of deep slumber.

**

(TL: In 3rd person POV.)

Tina leaned her back against the trunk of the huge tree, all the while still holding onto Allen. She then shifted her gaze over to the unmoving figure of Rahamma.

This would be their second meeting.

That man used to be her father once upon a time, and also the king of a nation, yet now, he laid face down on the dirt as a frail-looking old man.

The hashashins gathered around the fallen Rahamma. They stared at him before shaking their heads.

And since Tina knew what that gesture meant, she held Allen even tighter than before. She raised her head and looked up at the tree behind her 鈥?at the large tree that used to house the tree spirit.

A 鈥榗lone鈥?of the world tree had taken root in this land now. As long as this tree was here, this barren wasteland would surely be covered in the hues of green sooner or later.

A powerful ray of hope had now appeared on this land of death.

Just as Tina smiled brightly at this realisation鈥?/p>

鈥淭ina, our father鈥檚 army has arrived.鈥?/p>

One of the hashashins addressed Tina in a flat voice. She flinched in surprise and hurriedly turned her head.

Indeed, King Rahamma鈥檚 main army was approaching from afar.

The sounds of pulsing war drums resounded out. Skeletons, dullahans, and ghouls summoned by the Necromancers were standing orderly in formation. Aslan鈥檚 forces, which consisted of elite warriors, were getting closer to her location, all the while the light in their eyes burned ominously.

She could even spot the feudal lords commanding them as well.

It really was Aslan鈥檚 main army led by the feudal lords!

All colour instantly drained out of Tina鈥檚 complexion.

鈥淥h no! Tina, we need to run now! S-sir, you said you鈥檙e the Imperial Prince, didn鈥檛 you!? What should we do now? Sir?!鈥?/p>

Hans yelled out while hugging his head.

Despite his desperate questioning, Ruppel, who was standing next to him, didn鈥檛 mutter out a single word.

The Third Imperial Prince dazedly walked over to where Tina and the slumbering Allen were. He stood a little distance away and stared at his younger brother for a long while. The events he had witnessed so far made it exceptionally hard for his mind to process them all.

A mangnani who assaulted women and got banished for blasphemy, had somehow summoned a whole legion filled with holy undead. He then fought one on one against Aslan鈥檚 king Rahamma, only to emerge victorious at the end.

This boy, he鈥?He was destined to become stronger than even Holy Emperor Kelt Olfolse himself.

Ruppel stared at Allen and felt some renewed strength seep into his clenched fist. Even though it was faint, he sensed 鈥榟ope鈥?for the future now.

鈥楢llen, if it鈥檚 you, then maybe you can鈥︹€?/p>

鈥淵our highness! We need to escape now! Sir!鈥?/p>

Hans鈥檚 urgent cry snapped Ruppel back to his senses, and he quickly shifted his gaze over to Aslan鈥檚 army.

Those combatants were on a whole other level compared to the small fries Allen had fought off earlier. This was a highly trained and united army. Not only was Ruppel hopelessly inadequate to resist this force, he even got the feeling that he wouldn鈥檛 be able to escape from them either.

However鈥?/p>

鈥溾€ctually, I don鈥檛 think there鈥檚 a need for us to escape.鈥?Ruppel smiled wryly and shifted his gaze elsewhere. 鈥淚t seems that our reinforcement has finally arrived.鈥?/p>

When he said that, Tina, Hans, and even the hashashins all turned their heads in the direction he was staring at.

Rahamma鈥檚 main army also stopped marching just then. The commanders leading the troops took in the beautiful greenery with their widened eyes.

Unfortunately for them, this break in action had to be cut short.

From the left side of their marching direction, another army was approaching them. The feudal lords discovered the second army and fear rapidly dyed their expressions.

鈥淭he Theocratic Empire鈥?鈥?/p>

Boom鈥? Boom鈥? Boom鈥?

The beating of the war drums resounded out while accompanied by a sacred-sounding hymn matching the rhythm reverberating throughout the sky.

Numerous Priests held up their staves high as they sang the hymn aloud, while the Paladins, kitted out in heavy armour despite the crippling heat, were silently marching in a perfectly-ordered formation.

The symbol of the Theocratic Empire, the golden cross, gleamed sharply under the light.

Divinity began spreading to all surroundings and stoked the army鈥檚 fighting spirit.

A small number of Paladins wearing golden armour could be seen; the Order of the Golden Cross.

The Heresy Inquisitors wearing crimson robes and bird-beak masks, the Order of the Crimson Cross.

The pursuit specialists wearing green robes and balaclavas, the Order of the Verdant Cross.

The Imperial Court鈥檚 imperial guards wearing silver-coloured armour, the Paladin Corps.

And then, the legion consisting of one thousand dedicated Paladins, the Heavenly Army.

Besides them, the dwarven legion as well as the elite soldiers of the empire numbering well over ten thousand individuals鈥?/p>

Finally, one man wearing a golden armour and commanding the Theocratic Empire鈥檚 impressive army, the Sword King Oscal Baldur.

Next to him was the head of the Order of the White Cross, Charlotte Heraiz, there to support him from the side.

They had entered the battlefield.

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