How a Two-Life Scoundrel Lives - Chapter 63
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【Chapter 63】
Carlisle stared at Gwen, who had become an undead soldier, his mind blank for a long while.
Sadness?
A sense of loss?
Carlisle couldn’t quite define this confusing mix of emotions and thoughts he was feeling.
The only thing certain was that Gwen was now someone he could never meet again.
Gwen was dead.
Only her body remained, functioning as an undead soldier…
‘I want to kill them.’
The sudden thought flashed through Carlisle’s mind.
And that thought soon completely dominated his head.
‘I want to kill them. Desperately.’
That thought wasn’t just about the Dark Mage who had turned Gwen into an undead soldier.
Enemies.
It was killing intent toward all those who sought to take the lives of not only Carlisle but his allies.
‘I want to kill them all. Every last one.’
Thump!
His cold heart forcefully pushed the blood flowing through Carlisle’s veins, the blood of House Sigmund.
Thump, thump, thump, thump… BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM…!!!
The blood of House Sigmund raced fiercely through every blood vessel in Carlisle’s body.
Ding!
A notification window appeared before his eyes.
[Alert: The blood of House Sigmund is boiling.]
[Alert: Your potential is awakening.]
[Alert: Awakening the power of Sigmund.]
[Alert: Blood Mark Awakening!]
[Alert: You have awakened the power of 【King of the Underworld】!]
[Alert: Entering Berserker State!]
[Alert: The blood of House Sigmund is boiling.]
[Alert: Your potential is awakening.]
[Alert: Awakening the power of Sigmund.]
[Alert: Blood Mark Awakening!]
[Alert: You have awakened the power of 【King of the Underworld】!]
[Alert: Entering Berserker State!]
[Alert: The blood of House Sigmund is boiling.]
[Alert: Your potential is awakening.]
[Alert: Awakening the power of Sigmund.]
[Alert: Blood Mark Awakening!]
[Alert: You have awakened the power of 【King of the Underworld】!]
[Alert: Entering Berserker State!]
[Alert: The blood of House Sigmund is boiling.]
[Alert: Your potential is awakening.]
[Alert: Awakening the power of Sigmund.]
[Alert: Blood Mark Awakening!]
[Alert: You have awakened the power of 【King of the Underworld】!]
[Alert: Entering Berserker State!]
[Alert: The blood of House Sigmund is boiling.]
[Alert: Your potential is awakening.]
[Alert: Awakening the power of Sigmund.]
[Alert: Blood Mark Awakening!]
[Alert: You have awakened the power of 【King of the Underworld】!]
[Alert: Entering Berserker State!]
Blood Mark Awakening.
The ancient Supernatural Divine Power that only true Sigmunds could possess.
The potential sleeping in his bloodline awakened, granting Carlisle tremendous power.
[King of the Underworld]
[King of the Underworld]
King of all The Dead.
Lord of soul pacification.
Ruler of the Underworld who reigns above the lords of Hell.
[King of the Underworld]
King of all The Dead.
Lord of soul pacification.
Ruler of the Underworld who reigns above the lords of Hell.
[King of the Underworld]
King of all The Dead.
Lord of soul pacification.
Ruler of the Underworld who reigns above the lords of Hell.
[King of the Underworld]
King of all The Dead.
Lord of soul pacification.
Ruler of the Underworld who reigns above the lords of Hell.
[King of the Underworld]
King of all The Dead.
Lord of soul pacification.
Ruler of the Underworld who reigns above the lords of Hell.
Carlisle didn’t even glance at the Status Window.
Normally he would have carefully examined the Status Window that appeared before his eyes, but right now he wasn’t in the right state of mind for that.
Swoosh, Carlisle lifted Grimgand.
Swooosh!
The sword that had been nothing more than Scrap Metal, with teeth missing in places and covered in rust, revealed its true form.
Shing…!!!
A black Sword Blade that seemed to contain chaos itself gleamed with a razor-sharp edge.
[Alert: Grimgand desires the blood of Barbarians…]
[Alert: Grimgand desires the blood of Barbarians…]
[Alert: Grimgand desires the blood of Barbarians…]
[Alert: Grimgand desires the blood of Barbarians…]
[Alert: Grimgand desires the blood of Barbarians…]
Carlisle cleanly ignored even those notification windows.
The only thing that mattered now was whether he had the power to kill the enemies, those who had turned Gwen into an undead soldier.
“I’ll make you all… exactly the same.”
Anger filled the voice of the King of the Dead.
“Krrrk!”
“Guwaaaaak!”
Several corpse soldiers lunged toward Carlisle.
Carlisle did not swing Grimgand.
Instead, he merely glared at the corpse soldiers charging at him.
Swish, swiiiish!
Black blades erupted from the ground, punishing the corpse soldiers that had been charging at Carlisle.
[Blade Hell].
The one who opens the vast gates of death.
The vanguard of judgment.
It was the divine authority of Hell’s First Lord [Grasim].
* * *
“Th-this is impossible!”
Shock burst from Crowley’s mouth upon witnessing [Blade Hell].
As a skilled dark mage, Crowley’s magical knowledge was at a considerable level.
The insight of a scholar who had spent his lifetime studying various dark magic and necromancy, researching the mysteries of darkness, was enough to recognize [Blade Hell] at a glance.
“Bl-Blade Hell…?”
The reason Crowley knew of [Blade Hell] was because he was a necromancer.
Necromancy was the study of using dark power to raise and command the dead, or contracting with beings dwelling in other dimensions to summon them to this world.
As such, it was natural for Crowley, a dark mage, to be well-versed in the powerful beings residing in other dimensions.
“How can someone who isn’t even a dark mage have a contract with Grasim…!”
Humans tend to judge everything based on their own knowledge and experience, and Crowley was no exception to this.
You see only what you know.
Like a true necromancer, Crowley misunderstood that Carlisle’s ability to cast [Blade Hell] was due to a contract with Hell’s First Lord, Grasim.
In reality, Carlisle knew not even a speck about magic and was a direct bloodline member of House Sigmund, for whom this was natural…
‘Why?’
But Crowley had no time to resolve this question.
Swish, swiiiish!
“Kraaaak!”
“Kyaaaak!”
“Val-Valhal… Kheuk!”
The black blades rising from the ground were indiscriminately slaughtering not only the corpse soldiers but also the surrounding barbarian warriors.
“Barbarian chieftain! Are you just going to stand there and watch!”
“Didn’t you say we needed to capture him alive, old mage?”
“That’s something to worry about later! First subdue him, then think!”
“Very well.”
Zarkan nodded and replied.
“However, I don’t care whether he lives or dies. I seek only revenge for my brother. Valhalaaaaa—!”
With those words, Zarkan charged toward Carlisle along with his warriors.
‘A Sigmund with a contract with Grasim! What perfect material!’
Even in his shock, Crowley’s greed for Carlisle burned even brighter.
Grasim was an existence of a different caliber from mere demons of the demon realm.
Even the demon kings of the demon realm were of lower status compared to the hell lords of the underworld, so a Sigmund who could use Grasim’s authority might become the most powerful undead in history.
“Go, my minions.”
Crowley commanded all of his minions.
This included even the death knights who had been guarding his side.
“Guwaaaaak!”
“With the Oath of Undeath…!”
Crowley didn’t stop at just sending his minions.
“As the Breath of Weakness descends upon the battlefield, flesh rots and souls become resentful shadows…”
Various dark magic incantations flowed from Crowley’s mouth as he held his wand.
* * *
Carlisle looked at the enemies charging toward him.
‘Kill them all. All of them.’
Killing intent filled the sword gripping Grimgand.
Swish!
The black blade extended long, bisecting all the charging enemies.
Pshwaaaaak!
Crimson blood erupted like a fountain, and severed bodies rolled across the ground.
With just a single swing of his sword, three barbarian warriors were cut in half.
Even though the blade hadn’t directly touched them…
“Valhalaaaaa—!”
Zarkan roared with a battle cry and swung his massive great sword toward Carlisle.
“With the Oath of Undeath, loyalty beyond death.”
The death knights also charged at Carlisle alongside Zarkan.
Crack, craaack!
White bone hands erupted from beneath the ground, trying to grab Carlisle’s ankles.
Also, Crowley’s curse tried to cling to Carlisle like a specter.
However, Crowley’s magic and curses had no effect on Carlisle.
[Alert: Magic Nullification!!!]
[Alert: Magic Nullification!!!]
[Alert: Magic Nullification!!!]
[Alert: Magic Nullification!!!]
[Alert: Magic Nullification!!!]
As the alert windows appeared, the bone hands trying to grab Carlisle’s ankles shattered into pieces, and the clinging curses were neutralized and disappeared.
The reason?
Carlisle didn’t know such things.
Some alert windows seemed to have appeared, but in a situation like this, such things couldn’t possibly catch his attention.
Only kill, kill, and kill again…
Swiiiish!
Grimgand vertically bisected a barbarian warrior who had charged in with Zarkan from top to bottom.
“What a monster…!”
Finally, an exclamation mixed with amazement flowed from Zarkan’s mouth.
Carlisle’s martial prowess after achieving Blood Mark Awakening was enough to make even Grokan, a 4-star barbarian warrior, gasp in admiration.
“Kyaaaaak!”
“Uwaak!”
Not only were Crowley’s magic and curses having no effect at all, but every time Carlisle swung his sword, corpse soldiers and barbarian warriors collapsed helplessly.
Except for Zarkan and the death knights, no one could stand against Carlisle.
And Carlisle’s performance became the driving force that reignited the dying fighting spirit of Decaron’s army.
“Everyone take up arms! We fight to the end! Even death cannot make us surrender!”
“Waaaaaaah!”
At Helen’s cry, the soldiers of Bowden Fortress who had momentarily lost their fighting spirit roared in unison and charged at the enemies.
Thus, the battle that had briefly stopped resumed.
Clang, claaang!
Kwaaaaang!
“Aaaahhh!”
“Kuhuk!”
The battle was fierce.
Life and death constantly crossed paths.
Life clashed with life, stealing each other’s existence, continuing in an endless cycle like an infinite loop.
Perhaps war too was the struggle of intelligent beings unable to escape the laws of the ecosystem.
At this crossroads of life and death, Carlisle continuously swung Grimgand, taking the lives of his enemies.
Having awakened the [Underworld King] latent in the Sigmund bloodline and entered Berserker State, Carlisle’s martial prowess was at a level where he could easily handle not only Zarkan, the chieftain of the Butcher Tribe, but even the Death Knights.
However….
Thunk!
A Death Knight’s sword pierced into Carlisle’s side.
“Kuhuk!”
Blood gushed from Carlisle’s mouth with a retch.
[Alert: Insufficient mana!]
[Alert: Insufficient mana!]
[Alert: Insufficient mana!]
[Alert: Insufficient mana!]
[Alert: Insufficient mana!]
Gulp gulp!
He hastily pulled out a Mana Recovery Potion and drank it, but the mana consumption of Berserker State far exceeded the potion’s recovery amount.
[Alert: 10 seconds until Berserker State deactivation!]
[Alert: 9, 8, 7….]
[Alert: 10 seconds until Berserker State deactivation!]
[Alert: 9, 8, 7….]
[Alert: 10 seconds until Berserker State deactivation!]
[Alert: 9, 8, 7….]
[Alert: 10 seconds until Berserker State deactivation!]
[Alert: 9, 8, 7….]
[Alert: 10 seconds until Berserker State deactivation!]
[Alert: 9, 8, 7….]
Unfortunately, one cannot be satisfied with the first drink.
For Carlisle, who had just undergone his first Blood Mark Awakening, facing 4-star Barbarian Warriors, Death Knights, and even Dark Mage Crowley seemed impossible.
[Alert: 3, 2, 1….]
[Alert: Berserker State has been deactivated.]
[Alert: 3, 2, 1….]
[Alert: Berserker State has been deactivated.]
[Alert: 3, 2, 1….]
[Alert: Berserker State has been deactivated.]
[Alert: 3, 2, 1….]
[Alert: Berserker State has been deactivated.]
[Alert: 3, 2, 1….]
[Alert: Berserker State has been deactivated.]
Carlisle felt as if he had fallen from a great height.
The tremendous strength that had filled his entire body disappeared in the blink of an eye, and extreme fatigue and pain filled the empty space.
Shiver shiver shiver!
His entire body trembled from head to toe as if he had been thrown naked onto the Frozen Lakeside.
Thwack!
Zarkan’s brutal kick struck Carlisle’s chest.
“Kuhuk!”
Carlisle spat blood and was sent flying far away.
“Die!”
Just as a Barbarian Warrior was bringing down his axe toward the fallen Carlisle.
Craaaack!
Whoooooooosh!
Pure white flashes seemed to rain down, then Light Swords carrying chilling cold poured down like a torrential downpour.
“Kraaaaaaah!”
“Aaaahhh!”
Carlisle’s enemies let out desperate screams as they scattered blood.
Thud!
Soon, a knight with blonde hair close to silver fluttering in the wind dropped down from high in the sky with a thump!
“Y-you are.”
Helen recognized her and was startled in shock.
Selena van Sigmund.
The eldest daughter of House Sigmund and Carlisle’s sister.
Moreover, she was evaluated as the strongest among the existing Sigmunds after Grand Duke Guntram.
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