The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 47

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Episode 47
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An orc warrior who had crossed battlefields his whole life, knowing no fear.
Now, for the first time, he felt a terror that sent ice crawling down his spine.
“Come out! Chwiik! Show yourself, you coward!”
Aktum swung his axe in wide circles, roaring into the darkness on all sides.
But the darkness did not answer.
Instead.
One.
Then another.
And then one more.
His subordinates vanished without a sound.
They’d been right beside him, but the moment he turned his head, they were gone.
Pulled into that instant of shadow beyond the reach of torchlight.
One by one, they were being swallowed into it.
……
That was when Aktum understood.
The City Wall was empty.
That’s why he’d been cursing at the goblins earlier, too.
There were no sentries on the wall.
Since when?
How long had things been like this?
“What is this… Chwiik. What… what’s happening…?”
Aktum’s simple orc mind could make no sense of it.
A fortress that hundreds had been guarding.
Was emptying out without a single scream.
That was when it happened.
Thud.
From the base of the wall.
Something seized his ankle.
…!
Every hair on Aktum’s body stood on end.
A touch cold and clammy, yet hard as iron.
Slowly—so very slowly—he looked down.
There.
Half-sprawled on the wall’s base was a human corpse.
A colorless, pallid face.
A dead face, expressionless and emotionless, was lifting its head to stare up at Aktum.
“Chwiiiik…”
A sound half shriek, half whimper, escaped Aktum’s lips.
He opened his mouth wide, about to let loose a War Cry on pure instinct, when—
Whish.
His vision.
Spun. Around.
Crack!
“…Gukk?”
The world inverted.
The wall, the torches, the night sky.
Whirled past his vision in a dizzying spiral.
And in that spinning sight.
Aktum saw it.
Standing still before him, another human corpse dressed in black martial robes, motionless.
That corpse’s hand.
Remained where his neck had been just a moment before.
……
Then.
Belatedly, pain crashed over him.
A dull, wrenching ache at the base of his skull.
And only then did Aktum understand.
‘My… neck… is it broken…?’
That was orc warrior Aktum’s final thought.
His spinning vision slowly faded to black.
Aktum lost consciousness and collapsed.
The corpse in black robes, Heukbaek Musan,
glided silently toward the next target.
The night at Fortress Broktan
had only just begun.
* * *
-Wait, is this some kind of horror film???
-This is Siryeong Ham’s channel and suddenly it’s a conjuring movie
-Are the orcs really disappearing without even screaming
-I’m watching this and my spine is actually chilling
-Siryeong Ham’s broadcast genre just changed to horror…
The chat window overflowed with screams and commotion.
Everyone seemed thoroughly spooked by the image of Heukbaek Musan silently erasing enemies from the darkness.
Even watching from a distance rather than up close, it was terrifying.
Well, understandably so.
There’s no horror quite like watching a comrade vanish without a single cry.
“Haha. Were you all scared?”
I chuckled from my seat on the Imperial Throne, leaning forward.
“There are martial arts, you see, that specialize in concealment and assassination.”
It wouldn’t be a bad idea to give the viewers a lesson in Kangho martial arts while I’m at it.
“Have any of you ever heard of the Phantom Spirit Art? It’s called that because you move about as silently as a ghost. There’s also the Shadowless Spirit Art—called that because it casts no shadow.”
In my past life, the Kangho had plenty of such Concealment-type Martial Arts.
Shadow-dwelling techniques favored by assassins and hired killers.
-Oh, the martial arts lecture starts
-Isn’t that the stuff that shows up all the time in wuxia novels
-So what does Heukbaek Musan use??
-What martial art does Heukbaek Musan use, brother?
“Oh, you want to know what Heukbaek Musan uses?”
I grinned at the chat.
“It’s called the Black Moon Kill Method.”
A killer’s technique unfolded beneath the black moon.
The very name was gloomy beyond measure.
“This too deserves to be called Divine Martial Transcendence. It completely kills your presence, and in the darkness, it’s practically invincible—though not truly invincible, of course, just speaking figuratively. Still, it’s quite formidable, wouldn’t you say?”
Especially given the darkness of the night hours.
With these conditions in place right now, the Black Moon Kill Method was like a fish returning to water.
After finishing my explanation, I gazed down at the scene spread before me.
Corpses with broken necks lay neatly stacked on the Hillside.
Easily over a hundred bodies.
Everything from goblins to orcs, quite varied.
In just two hours, Heukbaek Musan had infiltrated the fortress and brought back these spoils of war—each one’s neck snapped.
“Man, now that’s what I call clean work.”
This Heukbaek Musan really was a subordinate of the highest caliber.
And that’s not all.
Whoooooosh.
A sinister swarm of Vengeful Spirits whirled around my body.
The grudges of the monsters that had just died—counting them, exactly forty-eight entities.
More souls could have been absorbed, yet they stopped at exactly forty-eight, which was curious. But it took only a moment to figure out why.
The Spirit Legion Armor could store exactly twice my level in Soul Orbs, it seemed.
And it seemed to operate separately from Undead Command Power.
My current level was twenty-four, so twenty-four times two was exactly forty-eight.
Well.
If I could store souls unlimited, that would be completely broken.
The Dimension Tower would be right to impose at least this much of a limit for decency’s sake.
“But even so, this is plenty reassuring.”
As my level rose, the Vengeful Spirits would automatically increase as well—so it was a growth-type skill.
This is going to be fun to develop, isn’t it?
And there’s one more thing.
The remaining Soul Orbs that didn’t fit in the Spirit Legion Armor.
I’d stored it all carefully in Soul Orbs.
Each Soul Orb held about a hundred ordinary spirits.
Just the monster spirits I’d caught today would fill several orbs to the brim.
This was all money, after all.
Soul Orbs fetched decent prices at the Marketplace.
And I needed them as materials in the Otherworldly Dimension too. Between looting this entire fortress and harvesting corpse and spirit resources, I’d pulled off quite the haul today.
Coming to a Rescue Stage and making side income while I was at it—that was efficiency on top of efficiency.
It was right as I was finishing my accounting with satisfaction that it happened.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Heukbaek Musan emerged silently from the darkness.
“Your Supremacy. The mission is complete.”
Heukbaek Musan knelt on one knee to make the report.
“There are three beyond our capacity. Everything else has been eliminated.”
“Oh. Is that so?”
I nodded with interest.
“Well done. Good work.”
Three things beyond Heukbaek Musan’s capacity.
Heukbaek Musan was already at Semi-Rank Corpse with Divine Martial Transcendence on top of that, and even possessed perfect self-awareness—and there were things they couldn’t defeat?
“Those three are probably the boss monsters of this fortress.”
The fortress’s core military force, the final defense line protecting the hostage.
Two Intermediate Bosses and one Boss.
That must be it.
And odds are the hostage is being held wherever those creatures are.
“Time to go deal with them too.”
I rose lightly from the Imperial Throne.
“Majesty of the Corpse Lord.”
Whoooosh.
My Necromantic Power seeped into the heap of corpses piled on the hillside.
Shudder.
More than a hundred corpses stacked with broken necks
began trembling in unison and lurching to their feet.
What a sight.
An entire Undead legion materialized in an instant.
The ten-unit limit didn’t apply here.
Creating them on-site was excluded from the count, so I could raise a full army like this.
And that wasn’t all.
Four of the palanquin bearers supporting my Imperial Throne—Ho Punghwan-u—caught my eye.
Thanks to the steady supply of Necromantic Power they’d received while waiting,
these creatures had already evolved from Semi-Rank Corpses into Full-Rank Corpses.
Everything was ready.
Heukbaek Musan, Ho Punghwan-u, Bihallat.
Backed by the freshly raised Undead legion and dressed in Spirit Legion Armor.
With this much firepower, handling three bosses should be a breeze.
“Well then. Shall we head out?”
I leaned back against the Imperial Throne and gazed toward the deepest reaches of the fortress.
Well, bosses.
Can you give me any entertainment?
Please. Entertain me.
Let me feel the thrill I knew in my past life again.
* * *
“Well. I’ve raised the Undead army again. At this rate, even the bosses should be easy.”
I sat in the Imperial Throne, surveying the freshly raised Undead legion and spoke aloud.
More than a hundred Undead filled the hillside—a reassuring sight indeed.
-Easy doesn’t even begin to cover it lol
-First time seeing someone call Siryeong Ham’s boss easy
-Horror game just turned into a power fantasy
“Right. You all saw it? My legion is complete once more.”
I acknowledged the chat warmly, then turned my gaze toward the fortress.
“So here’s the thing. I think there are three bosses here. Heukbaek Musan couldn’t handle exactly three—no more, no less.”
Surveying the fortress carefully, its structure became clear at a glance.
Two towers rose on either side of the Main Citadel, with the deepest stronghold at its heart.
The structure practically screamed that three bosses were stationed here, one to each position.
“Right. We’re going into that tower on the right—something about it stinks.”
The right tower’s peak churned with sickly violet smoke seeping through the air.
One look was enough to scream: “Beware, dark sorcerer dwells within.”
I drove the Imperial Throne forward and pushed straight into the tower.
[Entering Intermediate Boss Room.]
“Wretch! How dare you violate Guldin’s Research Chamber!”
The moment I crossed the threshold, a voice crackled through the air like thunder—thin, rasping, malevolent.
Hunched in the center of the chamber stood nothing but an ancient orc.
A staff crowned with a skull-carved grip lay in one hand, and the creature’s entire body bore the sinister geometry of ritual scarring.

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