Solo Eating to Overpowered Chapter 23

Episode 23. Merry Christmas!

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Connection…?

Harman gritted his teeth and dodged the sword and spear.

As he retreated, the ghostly soldiers surrounded him.

Arrows fly out of the air.

As Harman dodged the arrow, the undead moved toward his twisted body.

They attack at any opportunity.

‘What are these guys?’

At best, it’s a little better than a soldier.

However, their linked play is unstoppable, as if they are ‘one body’.

Other undead soldiers also walk out from the dark alley.

They are holding various weapons such as spears, bows and maces.

In the darkness, their blue eyes glow and they grab sharp weapons and rush forward.

‘It would have been better to deal with the paladins!’

Harman blocks the sword and dodges the spear. Punch away the arrow and step back.

Undead soldiers attack him from all directions at the same time, enveloping him without any error.

Support your legs on the ground. Rotate your body and swing your sword.

Harmon’s mouth opened at that sight.

It was certainly sloppy, but it was something Harmon was familiar with.

‘…The swordsmanship of the Seonghwang family?’

Although he was surprised for a moment, Harmon had no confidence in dodging all of these crude blows.

Dozens of sword blades flying from 360 degrees.

‘From now on, I’ll do my best!’

Since there is an unidentified group, we do not know what will happen within the Ronia territory.

We must quickly resolve this situation and begin an investigation.

Before midnight tonight.

“Heim, the god of battle…”

He raised his holy power.

Holy power emanates from the blade.

Bright light drove out the darkness.

When you grab the sword with both hands to destroy the surrounding undead with a single blow…

“stop.”

The movement of the undead stopped.

Dozens of sword blades were aimed at Harmon’s neck.

Harman stopped his sword that was trying to cut down the undead and looked away.

There is someone walking out of an alleyway in the dark.

Harmon, who saw him, muttered with a stiff face.

“…Prince.”

7th Prince Allen Allpols stood tall among the undead.

* *

I sat on the outer wall as a chair.

I shook my legs and looked down.

Exterior wall height up to 12m.

If you fall from here, you won’t end up breaking your legs.

“The people who fell here must be extremely sick.”

There are still uncollected corpses scattered below. On the other side, zombies are watching blankly, as if waiting for the vampire’s orders.

“that···. “Aren’t you a saint?”

“Right? also···.”

“You mean the one who gave us the holy water?”

I looked away.

Prisoners and soldiers were whispering at the corners of the outer wall.

They looked at me with a longing look in their eyes.

and···.

“Let us pray…”

“We atone for their sins.”

I kneel down and pray.

How on earth do you tell these guys apart?

I stuck my tongue out.

Next to me are Harman and the undead soldiers. He even wore a bird-like mask in case his identity was revealed to others.

Are you praying to me like that? Plus atonement?

When I saw that, I said something to myself.

You’re funny.

If sin were to disappear through such prayers, would there be a need for police and laws in this world?

Do you think that if you ask me for that, you will lose salvation?

I looked at the prisoners with a puzzled expression and then turned my attention to Harmon.

“Since when did I start being called a ‘saint’?”

“…”

Harmon had no answer to my question.

He just took off his helmet and pressed his temples.

“What can I do with this! The 7th Prince… Yulicia’s son… Necromancy…”

Harmon seemed shocked and muttered to himself.

“You mean you were that desperate! “I didn’t even know that…”

What? imminence? I think you might fit that word?

I couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

This is because Harmon looked as if he had squandered all his money in gambling.

He looked at me, doubting his eyes and ears, and opened his mouth again.

“So…”

The emotions of the machine-like guy were shaken once again.

His eyes turned to the undead soldier next to me.

“Are you saying this was summoned by the undead prince?”

“That’s right. You saw it correctly. how is it? Sounds plausible, right? Just by looking at it, you won’t be able to tell if it’s a human or an undead.”

I smiled sweetly and answered him honestly.

There is no need to lie since you have already been caught. No, in this situation, it would be better to let them know.

It’s soon December 25th.

It is not the anniversary of the birth of Jesus Christ, nor is it the anniversary of Christmas, when everyone rejoices and receives gifts from Santa Claus.

On the other hand, it is Halloween, a day filled with undead.

In this situation, the undead soldiers I summoned are of little help.

The best way is for Harman to know in advance and avoid friction.

Harmon groaned.

“What should I do, Yulicia?”

Who is Yulicia?

I tilted my head.

Harmon was startled by what he said and covered his mouth with his hand.

And then he looks at me.

“…What is the reason?”

He asked the question as if he wanted to confirm.

He’s probably asking why he learned necromancy.

“I somehow got used to it.”

‘Actually, I’m from another world. He died and lived and became the 7th prince? Plus, you can put your gaming skills to good use!’

Even if I give a detailed explanation, they won’t believe me.

Rather, it would be easier to explain it by saying, ‘I made a deal with the devil.’

The problem is that if I say that, I will be accused of being a ‘heretic’.

“With the devil… Did you make a deal?”

This guy sounds disgusting. Are you going to hand me over to the Inquisitors?

“Hey, I’m really curious about that. “If I made a deal with the devil, would an undead with holy power come out?”

“…”

Harmon’s expression became complicated at my words.

Well, he probably doesn’t understand either. An undead with holy powers? I’m curious too, but what about Harman, who has studied religious beliefs so far?

“Then how do you get a holy undead?”

“I don’t know. I can’t recall any memories from before the suicide. “Aren’t you always interested in necromancy?”

“Are you hiding it?”

“There’s nothing to hide or sleep about. “Actually, I don’t know either.”

I told the truth. If I knew that, I wouldn’t be a great sage.

Harmon did not ask any more questions.

“So are you going to tell the Inquisitor?”

I couldn’t help but feel nervous when asking this question.

Depending on his answer, I will have to seriously consider how to dispose of Harmon.

There are prisoners’ eyes, but if a ghost soldier, not me, hits Harman, something will happen.

“no.”

It was an unexpected answer.

Harmon saw me and said.

“Even if I report it, I don’t think anyone will believe it. Rather, it would be more persuasive to say that I lied to another prince and framed the 7th prince.”

line? Oh, that thing about getting promoted to high pass?

Well, this guy is a guy who plays FM. He’s not the type of guy to hold a rope or anything.

It would also be unfair to be misunderstood like that.

Harmon took a breath. He tried to remain calm and asked me.

“Do you know what the repercussions will be if this fact becomes known?”

That’s right… I don’t know.

What I do know is that I may be locked up in prison for the rest of my life.

“At least I won’t be free.”

“…If you make a mistake, your brother, the 1st Prince, will also be in danger.”

1st prince? Oh, do I have a brother?

Well, since I am the 7th prince, that means there are 6 more people above me.

As I sat calmly on the outer wall, Harmon sighed.

“…I was also Yulicia’s knight. At that time, my mission was to protect the prince and Yulicia…”

Harmon looked at me and spoke with a determined expression.

“…I will assist the 1st and 7th princes until the end.”

I was dumbfounded by those words for a while.

The guy who played FM… Looks like we’ve finally gotten in line.

Well, it was natural to be promoted to high pass.

haha! But this guy doesn’t know how to write lines. To cater to an exiled prince. Moreover, standing in line for an unidentified prince who uses necromancy.

Or are you just trying to find out more about my weaknesses?

Since there isn’t enough evidence, they’re probably trying to spy on me.

I was wary of Harmon.

He gave me a strangely sympathetic look.

When I was about to ask why he was giving me that look, a stinging odor wafted up my nose.

“by the way···. “I think it’s time.”

“…”

I looked up at the sky.

Here, it was as if I could tell time by looking at the sun and moonlight.

There were dark clouds now, so I couldn’t tell the exact time.

However, I could tell that the smell of death was approaching ‘zero o’clock’.

“Is Christmas Eve over now?”

I wanted to spend it with pretty girls and friends, but…

The dark clouds gradually disappeared and the hidden moonlight revealed itself. Instead of a soft, clear light, it was emitting a frighteningly intense red light.

The layer of air changed due to the dense magical power, creating an optical illusion.

When I saw the moonlight, I muttered to myself.

“Merry Christmas. Harmon. of course···.”

I lowered my gaze.

I stood up from where I was sitting and brushed myself off.

“…Halloween Day is a bonus.”

The undead before my eyes finally began to move.

600 meters away, in a place that could not be reached with a musket, the Vampire Count stood tall, gathering magical power in his hands.

* *

The vampire count was on the palanquin again.

He gritted his teeth.

He lowered his gaze and looked between his crotch.

There was a burnt smell and important parts were still not regenerating.

‘Why…!’

He was different from other undead.

It is not like a ‘cadaver’ that is not breathing and whose heart has stopped.

It has an ego and moves with thoughts.

The heart is also weak, but it beats and we breathe through the lungs.

You could also enjoy the taste of meat with your mouth.

This is a vampire.

A being that crawls out of death and is born with ‘new life’.

If he was like that, even if part of his body was destroyed by holy power, he would have to be regenerated.

but···.

What was really important wasn’t played. No, it is working, but at a faint level.

At least a wound of this magnitude would likely take several years.

The bullet that pierced him had such powerful sexual power.

-You damn priest!

He was angry.

I can’t believe that the person who would become the vampire king should suffer such a terrible humiliation…!

-You’re taking away my own pleasure…!

The vampire count couldn’t help but wave his hands.

Grabs a nearby zombie and lifts it up.

They tear off limbs and stuff the contents into their mouths.

-Okay, that’s good. If you have that territory, you will gain stronger power.

If so, playback will be much easier.

I have no intention of leaving like this.

His eyes turned to the sky.

red moonlight.

Look down and look at the ground.

A thick fog with magical powers is crossing the land.

The body of the undead that was soaking its feet in the fog began to tremble.

The zombie’s body swells. The lean body is covered with muscle.

The skeletons had dark magic flowing out from between their bones.

The vampire count smiled at that sight.

Look at this powerful magic!

This is the true ‘wave of death’!

December 25th. The day of the death of Amon the Demon King has arrived!

-The time has finally come!

The Vampire Count stood up, leaning on his palanquin.

He dipped his massive body into the magical fog.

The body, which had been staggering because it could not bear its own weight, stood with its two legs supported.

The magic power in the fog was sucked into his body.

His body, which had been a mass of scaffolding, gradually transformed into solid muscles.

-The dead. Your time has come back!

The undead responded to the vampire count’s words and screamed.

-Eat the living. And evolve!

The vampire count moved his heavy body.

Go forward one step at a time.

– Appoint me, who became a vampire and led you, as king!

The Vampire Count clenched his fists. Red magical energy swirls in his hands.

The earth shook and a noise that exploded the eardrums rang out.

-I, the successor to Yudai, the god of death, will become the vampire king!”

The vampire count swung his red-colored hand gathered in his right hand.

The swirling magic power penetrated the undead blocking the path.

A huge red beam of light cut through the wind and penetrated the outer wall of Ronia territory.

and···. An explosion occurred.

Unable to withstand the impact, the outer wall made of wood and stone explodes in a spiral shape.

The 12-meter-long exterior wall is collapsing.

–Advance. I also participate in the battlefield!

The vampire count moved his feet.

There was nothing to be afraid of as long as there were waves of death.

As powerful magical power supports you, you can walk, hunt, and enjoy yourself.

-This first step will be the path to purifying the continent and the path to the royal road!

ㅡKiaaaaaaa!

The undead scream.

I lowered my waist and started running.

The undead, who could only walk no matter how fast, ran towards the collapsed outer wall.

Now, about half of the 10,000 remaining undead headed toward Ronia territory like a swarm of bugs.