The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 11

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Episode 11
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“Eeeerrrgh.”
“Kerrrk.”
The corpse rises to its feet.
It’s because of my Passive Skill: Corpse Lord’s Majesty.
Without even using the separate Corpse Control skill, walking corpses are generated automatically, and they’re governed under me of their own accord—an absurdly broken skill!
I arrived at Earth Wall, where the Undead were clashing first, in the palanquin in the blink of an eye.
That barbarian warrior was shouting “Brother!” and nearly died, so I helped him out, and since some memories from my past life surfaced, I spoke to him the way I used to.
The viewers’ reactions were something to see, and so was the expression on the face of the one I’d saved.
But here’s the thing.
It’s show time now, and there’s nothing I can do about that.
“Alright, everyone—are you ready to witness something magnificent? I shall now unveil a glorious new world before your very eyes!”
I extended my will outward.
One might call it Spirit Art.
In truth, in my past life I was called a Martial God, but before that I bore an even stranger epithet.
Martial Greed Madness Evil.
I spared no means in hunting down others’ martial techniques, seizing them, and mastering them thoroughly.
Among them were things called Spirit Cultivation and others that wielded Spirit Art.
There were even things that defied classification as either martial skill or sorcery.
So becoming a Necromancer and wielding Spirit Art to control the Undead was hardly a difficult task for me.
“Arise, Corpse Spirits! I command you as your lord!”
-Is something big coming?
-Shi Ling Mu Cun, what on earth are you about to show us!?
-The palanquin arrived lol
-So what’s he trying to do?
“Unfold the 108 Arhat Formation of Shaolin!”
And so I shall reveal to these foolish viewers what there is to see.
Behold.
This is the 108 Arhat Formation of Shaolin!
-Holy crap! The 108 Arhat Formation with Undead!?
-It’s so dizzying I feel like I’m losing my mind.
The viewers erupted as well.
* * *
What did I just hear?
Hyeong-gang, glancing at the bizarre phrasing of the man who had suddenly appeared on a palanquin, briefly lost his grip on reality before barely clawing his way back.
The palanquin was a palanquin.
But first—wasn’t survival the priority?
‘Right. I remember. That Super Rookie who appeared yesterday. The Necromancer, the one who makes walking corpses use martial techniques…’
I should stick close to that person….
Then it happened.
“Alright, everyone—are you ready to witness something magnificent? I shall now unveil a glorious new world before your very eyes!”
The man suddenly adopting classical-drama speech patterns.
What is this? Hyeong-gang wondered, staring. Then the man cried out again.
“Arise, Corpse Spirits! I command you as your lord!”
Is he streaming too? A competitor? But a Super Rookie doing entertainment broadcasts—that’s pretty low-down, isn’t it?
“Unfold the 108 Arhat Formation of Shaolin!”
“Pfft.”
The 108 Arhat Formation, all of a sudden? Here?
-Insane lol the 108 Arhat Formation lol
-Waiter! One plate of carbonara, please!
-If the Qi Breathing Method exists, what does the Qi Eating Method taste like?
Hyeong-gang’s channel had many older viewers, and they were all tossing out martial-arts jokes.
But then.
What happened next was anything but laughable.
[The 108 Arhat Formation unfolds.]
A message appeared.
-Why is this happening?
The viewer’s chat spoke for Hyeong-gang’s heart.
Hyeong-gang wanted to lose his mind.
* * *
The 108 Arhat Formation of Shaolin Temple was renowned throughout Kangho as the mightiest formation in the martial world.
In web novels and classical martial fiction, they always claimed it was invincible, only to see it breached and shattered at every turn. But from my own experience facing it in my past life…
it was a Martial Formation with truly murderous power.
And.
the 108 Arhat Formation deployed by the walking corpse goblins had become a “goblin crusher.”
Crack! Crunch!
“Keeeek!”
“Graaaaah!”
A goblin that had climbed onto Earth Wall had its neck snapped and all four limbs shattered in an instant.
The Martial Formation spread by the walking corpses interlocked like intricate killing machinery or meshing gears, grinding the goblin to death with brutal efficiency.
The moment a corpse died this way, it immediately rose again as a walking corpse.
Isn’t this exactly the Corpse Spirit legion that Shi Ling Mu Cun had been dreaming of in my past life?
“Advance, Corpse Spirits! Slay the living goblins!”
I called out grandly, gesturing with a sweep of my hand.
I descended from Earth Wall, pulling the horde of walking corpses down with me.
Goblins swarmed in from all directions.
But the number of Undead already surrounding me had surpassed one hundred.
And.
the true 108 Arhat Formation now unfolded.
Of course. The 108 Arhat Formation was an absolute formation deployed by 108 martial monks—it required all one hundred and eight to function properly.
The moment the corpses exceeded one hundred and eight in number, it began to display its true power.
“Guuah!”
“Grrragh!”
Emitting the distinctive howls of the dead, they took the postures of Shaolin monks—the Arhat Fist, the Vajra Fist, the Hidden Tiger Fist, and more.
It was bizarre to see such stances from small-framed goblins, yet the power was absolutely real.
And as this 108 Arhat Formation advanced in formation, a tide of goblins came crashing toward us.
“Graaaaah!”
“Kaaaaah!”
A massacre.
Every goblin that charged fell with a single blow.
With each strike or counterattack by a walking corpse goblin, one goblin fell dead. And the moment it died, it rose again as an Undead and joined the formation.
It happened in mere moments.
The hundred-odd Undead doubled to two hundred in an instant, and the two-hundred-odd Undead doubled to four hundred.
By that point, my Undead outnumbered the goblins.
The interesting thing was.
the range in which I could convert creatures to walking corpses was fifty meters from me, but my control range was unlimited!
And soon.
when the last goblin fell and became a corpse.
a message appeared.
[You have overcome the goblin onslaught.]
[You have cleared the first floor of the Dimensional Tower with overwhelming dominance.]
[You have cleared the first floor of the Dimensional Tower in record time.]
[You may now proceed to the Hidden Trial of the first floor.]
“A Hidden Trial? Ha. Before one such as I, a Hidden Trial is merely child’s play. Begin!”
It felt good to slip back into my old manner of speaking.
Good.
I should speak like this on stream whenever the mood strikes.
As I was thinking this.
[You have accepted the Hidden Trial of the first floor of the Dimensional Tower.]
[The Hidden Trial of the first floor of the Dimensional Tower is beginning.]
Boom-boom!
The sound of a drum echoed from somewhere.
I turned my gaze, and in the distance across the plain, a goblin army appeared once more.
Boom-boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom!
The goblin army advanced, beating their drums.
But this time was different.
The previous ones had carried only crude shields, spears, or blades.
They’d worn nothing but rags for clothing.
You might say they’d looked like a rabble, disorganized and pitiful.
But this is a real army.
The numbers are actually fewer than those Goblins from before.
At a glance, there were roughly three hundred of them.
However, their bodies were a full head taller than the Goblins from moments ago, and they were equipped with proper weapons.
And at their head rode a Goblin the size of a man astride a wolf.
A Hobgoblin, perhaps?
Everything under the sun pours out on the first floor?
Let’s see. My Undead servants number… six hundred ninety-eight.
More than twice their force.
“But theirs is an elite army. Mine are naked corpses. So then—who shall claim victory?”
I delivered the line with all the grandiose flair of my past life.
The viewers responded with enthusiasm.
-Your speech pattern is killing me lolololol
-Please stop with that way of talking, seriously….
[User Gangsi-joa has donated 1DP!]
So you’ll win, right? I believe in you! My allowance is riding on this!
“Hah! Even after witnessing the Shaolin Temple’s sacred 108 Arhat Formation, you still doubt me? Then I shall show you something far more magnificent!”
-Oh… what are they going to show us now.
-We don’t need to see anything more, sir.
“The Zhuge Clan’s secret art! The Eight Trigrams Reversal Formation! Activate!”
-Crazy;;; why is the Zhuge Clan showing up again!?
Nearly seven hundred Undead began moving in perfect order under my Spirit Art.
The 108 Arhat Formation is certainly powerful, but truth be told, once the numbers exceed one hundred eight, its effectiveness diminishes and it ceases to function properly.
But when has anyone in Kangho ever fought by the numbers?
Thus was born a formation for large-scale engagements.
The Eight Trigrams Reversal Formation created by the Zhuge Clan—that very technique.
How do I know it, you ask?
In my past life, I thrashed the Zhuge Clan and stole it from them!
Come then, Goblins! Advance!
* * *
-Hyeong-gang, what can we even do?
-We can only cheer. Get some popcorn.
Hyeong-gang.
He watched as this man burst outside the Earth Wall, slaughtered Goblins, and transformed them all into Undead to build an army—and found himself at a loss for words.
The overwhelming sense of powerlessness, the frustration and exhaustion—he pushed those feelings aside.
Instead, he switched gears: Make money! Earn profit! He slipped into commentator mode!
“Here it is! The Zhuge Clan’s Eight Trigrams Reversal Formation! I read a bit of martial arts fiction back in the day, so I know this much: when you say the Zhuge Clan, you’re talking about the bloodline of Zhuge Liang himself—the brilliant strategist and chancellor from the Three Kingdoms, courtesy name Kongming. What’s that? Why is this Shi Ling Mu Cun fellow using a Zhuge Clan formation? Well, beats me!”
When you’re streaming, performance matters, but so does connection with your audience!
“Here they come! They’re clashing! The Goblins are firing arrows! But it’s useless, right? You stab a corpse with an arrow, it doesn’t feel pain, does it?”
-That’s frustrating lolol
-Undead invincible? Why won’t they die?
-Undead don’t die unless you cave their skulls in.
“Oh, the Eight Trigrams Reversal Formation is moving! Seven hundred of them swirl like a vortex, seizing the enemy and drawing them inward! It’s a black hole! No—it’s a grinder!”
The fearsome Goblin army is obliterated by the Undead.
In that first collision.
The Undead held their ground using their natural immortality, then grappled their enemies and dragged them in. Hundreds whirled about in perfect unison, and they simply… ground the Goblin forces to dust.
In that first clash alone, dozens of Goblins fell, becoming corpses.
Fifty out of three hundred vanished—one-sixth of their entire force erased in an instant.
It was almost impossible to believe, even watching it happen.
The Goblin army had even unleashed skills.
What appeared to be a Goblin Shaman wielded Curses and belched flame.
Yet it could neither slay all seven hundred Undead nor touch the Palanquin-borne Shi Ling Mu Cun at their center.
It was a marvel. It was astonishment.
He wondered if there could be another Awakener like this in all the world.

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