The Martial God Becomes a Necromancer and Conquers the Tower - Chapter 49

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Episode 49
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“Huh?”
I laughed quietly as I watched the scene unfold.
“Ah. So it’s not complete True Qi.”
Looking closely, I could tell.
That aura wasn’t genuine True Qi at all.
Somewhere between Sword Qi and True Qi.
In other words, incomplete True Qi—something that had been painstakingly crafted but crudely materialized.
“Well, if genuine True Qi appeared from the third floor onward, that would be nonsensical.”
So the Dimension Tower did have a conscience after all.
If they’d placed a genuine Fire Realm expert-class boss on the third floor, it would be a massacre.
Still.
That didn’t make it any less dangerous.
Crack! Crack-crack!
Every time Krakk swung his Dual Axes,
pieces of my Hundred-Eight Arhat Array were shattering off one by one.
Even if it was pseudo-True Qi, it shredded lesser undead like paper.
“Clear out the small fry!”
Krakk bellowed, crossing his Dual Axes overhead.
Then.
Whoooosh!
From the crossing point of the two axes,
a massive circular shockwave of crimson energy erupted outward.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
That shockwave spread in all directions,
sweeping away the surrounding undead in one stroke.
“Oh. So it’s an AOE Skill?”
That crimson wave spreading wide in an instant.
Clearly a textbook “mop up the trash in one go” AOE Skill.
Everywhere the crimson shockwave passed,
the walking corpses crumbled into pulp and scattered.
Dozens of undead ground to nothing in a single breath—oppressive in its efficiency.
And that shockwave
came rushing straight toward the Imperial Throne where I sat.
“Hmm.”
The moment I flicked my finger casually,
Snap!
Huk Mu Sang and Baek Mu Sang burst forward simultaneously.
The two Corpse Beings blocked the space before the Imperial Throne and took their stance.
Both Corpse Beings drew up the yin-yang tension at once,
and met the rushing crimson shockwave head-on.
Boom-boom-bang!
Rumble!
The crimson shockwave and the tension woven from Spirit Corpse Qi collided,
and a deafening explosion shook the entire Boss Room.
Now I understood.
Now I understood why Huk Mu Sang and Baek Mu Sang had said they found him difficult to overcome.
This creature… stands somewhere between Peak Transcendent and Fire Realm at the very least.
Moreover,
he’s no ordinary thrall—he’s someone who has trained in considerable martial skill.
I can’t afford to take this lightly.
The moment the blast subsided, I immediately assessed my remaining forces.
Hmm. Ground down more than I expected.
Only twelve walking corpses remained now.
Most were completely destroyed by that crimson shockwave just now,
and the ones still holding their shape were all critically wounded—useless for combat.
I’d gathered hundreds of them, and now only twelve remained.
This Krakk has one truly vicious AOE Skill.
Well. They’re expendable anyway. Might as well use them wisely.
I sent my will to the remaining corpses at once.
“Corpse explosion.”
Boom-boom-boom-boom-crash!
The corpses surrounding Krakk detonated in unison.
The shockwave from the violent blast hammered Krakk’s massive frame from all sides.
At this intensity, even a giant ought to stagger.
And yet.
“Hmm.”
Straight through the heart of the explosion.
Krakk charged forward without breaking stride.
His entire colossal body wreathed in crimson flame.
Like a living fireball rolling toward us.
Body Protection Qi—or something akin to it?
That defensive power, swallowing the shockwave whole.
It was definitely a Body Protection Qi-class barrier.
A boss is a boss, as they say.
“Ho Poong Hwan Woo. Fall back!”
At my command, the carrier Ho Poong Hwan Woo seized the Imperial Throne and withdrew at lightning speed using the Light Martial Technique.
He retreated at tremendous velocity.
Simultaneously, Huk Mu Sang and Baek Mu Sang burst forward to intercept Krakk.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
A ghastly wail like a wraith’s lament poured from the palms of the black and white duo.
Spirit Corpse Soul-Shattering Palm!
The Spirit Corpse Sect Divine Techniques, reinforced with the power of my Dual Cultivation Method—a devastating, vicious strike!
It aimed squarely at Krakk’s face as he charged in.
But then.
Crash-boom!
Krakk swung his Dual Axes and swept the Spirit Corpse Soul-Shattering Palm clean away.
The palm force scattered across the axes and dispersed in all directions.
Yet Krakk’s charge never faltered.
It was in that instant.
Thrust.
Before I could blink.
Vihalat had driven his blade into Krakk’s flank.
I hadn’t even seen him move into position.
And on that blade.
“…Oh?”
A pale blue aura gleamed distinctly.
That rippling energy along the blade’s edge.
An Aura Blade at Sword Qi level!
Would you look at that.
An involuntary cry of delight escaped me.
That corpse knight.
He refused my martial arts transmission and clung to his own training methods.
Turns out he was the genuine article—one who actually knew how to wield an aura.
The moment Vihalat’s blade burrowed deep into Krakk’s side.
Crack-snap!
At the same instant.
Huk Mu Sang’s body was cleaved clean in half by Krakk’s other axe and scattered.
Well. Lost one corpse being there.
No matter—I can always raise another.
For now, Vihalat’s performance was far more compelling.
But then.
Krakk immediately swung his remaining axe.
Straight at Vihalat, who had driven the blade into his flank.
That was the moment.
Whistle!
Vihalat’s body moved with terrifying speed.
He released the blade from his grip.
And somersaulted backward through the air, evading the strike entirely.
That’s not normal movement.
It looked like some special technique, like a martial art.
There’s something like that?
Whoosh!
Vihalat touched down lightly and reset his stance.
Krakk glanced at the sword embedded in his ribs.
Then slowly turned his gaze toward Vihalat.
“Knight, what is your name?”
“Vihalat, knight of Elvirant.”
Vihalat answered calmly, speaking his name without hesitation.
“I see. Impressive.”
Krakk nodded, his voice tinged with admiration.
“But…”
Shhwick.
In that moment, Vihalat’s sword—
—began to slide slowly out of its own accord from Krakk’s ribs.
And the deep gash carved by the axes began to close as if it had never been.
“Still not ripe enough.”
Krakk reset his grip on the Dual Axes.
Despite having his ribs pierced through, he recovered as though nothing had happened.
Clearly this one possessed the regenerative power of a troll.
Watching Krakk resume his battle stance, I raised both hands.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
I applauded slowly from where I sat upon the Imperial Throne.
Both of their gazes turned toward me.
“Stand down, Vihalat. And…”
I opened my mouth toward Krakk.
“Well done, Krakk.”
“Have you lost your mind, Necromancer?”
Krakk spoke, his tone marked by confusion.
“Your minions are nearly gone. One Corpse Being is in pieces, and your horde has dwindled to a handful.”
“That’s true enough.”
I shrugged lightly.
“You’ve certainly cut down a considerable number of my subordinates. But here’s the thing—”
Whioooooo.
Groooooo.
Grraaaaaaaa.
Shreeeeeek.
In that moment.
The swarm of spirits that had been circling around my body
began to emit an eerie sound, their forms bristling with the fur of anguish.
The chorus of wailing from those restless spirits was itself a sob of resentment so profound that merely hearing it chilled the spine.
“You haven’t managed to strike me down yet, have you?”
Krakk gazed quietly at that swarm of wraiths.
Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face.
“Necromancer… it seems you still have cards you haven’t shown.”
“Who knows? What do you think?”
“Then.”
Krakk drew a crimson aura once more into his Dual Axes.
“I shall claim your life with my own hands!”
Boom!
Krakk, with a speed that belied his massive frame,
launched himself directly toward me.
It was a simple, straightforward charge—a brute-force assault aimed at cutting down the emperor upon his throne.
Seeing this.
I couldn’t help but smile.
A telephone punch.
Thousand-Handed Wraith—Shifting Branches Grafting Technique.
Will commands the spirits. The wraiths, bound by Necromantic Power and Psychic Power, have become my muscles, my arms, my hands.
The massive frame’s head and legs, approaching from opposite directions, were met with gentle resistance.
ming.
And there it was.
Whoosh!
That massive body rotated in mid-air with perfect fluidity, effortless and smooth.
It flew backward and crashed down hard.
Crack!
He flew to one side and slammed into the ground.
Confusion flooded across his face.
Looking down at him, I smiled coldly.
“Did you think I was merely a Necromancer, Krakk? I am the master of these beings and the one who taught them martial arts. I am the true Master of Martial Arts.”
Thud-thud-thud!
Ho Poong Hwan Woo charged forward, moving as one with the Imperial Throne he carried on his shoulders.
At the same time, I poured more Necromantic Power into the Spirits, controlling them with meticulous precision.
“Receive the essence of my martial arts.”
Spirit Thousand-Arm—Peak Breaking Strike.
Krakk rose to his feet, sensing the threat, and crossed his Dual Axes to assume a defensive stance in that very moment.
I compressed the Spirits at the exact point where his Dual Axes crossed, refining them into a spear.
Yes.
I had become a body incapable of using martial arts.
But there was one way.
If I employed the armor of my Wraith army, I could still unfold martial techniques in this limited manner.
Witness this.
This is the Lan Na Zha First Strike.
The fundamentals of spear art, the very origin, the totality of it all!
Pierce!
The power compressed to an extreme point caused no wide destruction.
Instead, it punctured straight through the Dual Axes and penetrated the body of Krakk behind them.
Crack!
The axes shattered instantly, and a hole tore through Krakk’s chest.
“Cough.”
His body swayed.
Then he touched his chest.
“Heh… strong indeed.”
“Are you satisfied?”
I asked him.
If he were a true warrior, then death by such means would bring him peace.
“I am… satisfied. I only… wished to conquer… the Tower….”
Just as I had expected, he was a true warrior.
Thud.
And Krakk fell.
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Park Il Chim sat frozen before the monitor, his mouth hanging open.
He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.
“That’s insane… he’s absolutely crazy.”
A three-meter-tall orc general charged at him.
Yet the Spirit Corpse Master didn’t flee—instead, he sat cross-legged on the Imperial Throne, clapping his hands.
What kind of audacity did this man possess?
“This absolutely has to be recorded.”
Park Il Chim immediately accessed a familiar message board with practiced fingers.
[Spirit Corpse Master Board]
A fresh new board created not long ago by fans of the Spirit Corpse Master.
What had started as a small gathering had exploded into a flurry of posts.

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