Chapter 182

Translated by SoundDestiny Edited by Zil

The Fernigesh mountain range on the western border has been broken and a mysterious army has invaded the interior of the Kingdom of Zain.

Raidorl’s reaction to such an unbelievable report was swift. He immediately mobilised most of the troops in the palace and marched westwards.

“Destroying the mountain range?They’ve made quite a showy entrance……!”

“It’s the work of Sister Osman. Jeez……,you’re a sleepyhead, but you’re doing all these fancy things, like causing earthquakes and moving mountains.”

Raidorl, riding his horse, heads straight west. Next to him is Neimilia, astride a huge raven.

The crow, as big as a horse, is the messenger of the dark witch Neimilia, and it flaps its wings powerfully through the air, carrying a human on its back.

Behind Raidorl, 3,000 cavalrymen followed. This army, made up entirely of cavalry for speed, was both the main force and the advance guard.

Further to the rear, 5,000 infantry troops were slowly heading west, with the bulk of the forces from the royal palace being deployed.

After hearing the news of the destruction of the Kingdom of Athena from the Crown Prince Neferte Athena, Raidorl was discussing with his men what to do.

Fortunately, the Fernigesh mountains rise between the kingdoms of Zain and Athena. If there was to be a battle, he expected it to be farther in the future, but he did not expect the hordes of undead would march through the mountains.

Once again, he was shaken and reminded of the power of the Witches of Doom to bring about the end of the world.

“Neimilia! Is it possible to send a messenger to find out what’s going on?”

“Of course we can. I’ve already sent a shadow to gather information.”

“I see. Thank you for working so quickly.”

“Fufufu. Neimilia would do anything for a reward from my master! Aaa, I can’t wait 　I can’t wait to make love to master with slime bodily fluids!”

“…….”

“What will be done to me?”

Raidorl’s face muscles tighten as he looks away from the maid, who is twisting and turning on the back of a crow, “Yan, yan!”

Seeing the carefree erotic maid has made him taken aback, but now Raidorl is in a critical situation where the very survival of the country is at stake. He must once again brace for himself.

Neferte told him that the undead began in a town in a corner of the kingdom of Athena and grew in number until they finally numbered more than 10,000 and marched on to the royal capital.

If the witch Osman can create undead without limit, the more he falls behind, the more disadvantageous the situation will be for him.

Hee must destroy the undead before they spread to the kingdom of Zain and increase their numbers.

“Neimilia. Tell me what you know about the army under the Osman.”

“Haa,haa…..skin to skin with master on a soft mat.Kuch,akucha,nechi,nechi,……Ufufufu..Ufufufufufufufu!”

“If you don’t want to be left without your reward, answer quickly!”

“Fua?!”

When Raidorl shouted at Neimilia, she straightened her back.

It seems that even the erotic maid have decided that they should not play anymore games with the seriously irritated Raidorl. She opened her mouth, pressing her fingers to her temples as if recalling a memory.

“Mmmm……Sister Osman’s men, right?　First of all, she has an army full of undead. 100,000 or 1,000,000, as long as there are corpses, she can create as many as she wants.”

“Millions….”

Raidorl doesn’t know exactly how many people live in the kingdom of Athena, but if all of them are undead, it’s not surprising that there are a million or more.

The thought of it possibly flooding into the Kingdom of Zain also brings a cold sweat to Raidorl’s back.

“Each of the undead is not very powerful. A well-trained soldier is unlikely to be defeated. One of the biggest weaknesses is that they will turn back into corpses if they are away from Sister Osman for more than a certain distance.”

“Does that mean there are distance restrictions?　That’s good news.”

This means that the undead created by Osman cannot be scattered all over the world and increase their numbers inexhaustibly.

“Without that binding, the world would have been ruled by the undead by now. The distance that the undead can be kept at…..is about one hundred kilometres? It wouldn’t have been far enough to cross the country”

“So does that mean that the witch Osman is also taking part in this invasion? From the royal capital of the Kingdom of Athena, wouldn’t it be possible to reach this country?”

“No, that is absolutely not true. My sister is extremely reluctant to go out, she’s a pain in the ass.”

Neimilia assured Raidorl firmly.

“It’s impossible!” Neimilia said again, confidently and proudly.

“Sister Osman is really a very lazy person!　She’s so lazy that she can’t even speak properly, so it’s impossible for her to come along in this invasion! I’m sure that when she causes earthquakes and does spectacular things, it’s because she wants all the trouble to be over at once!”

“But an army of the undead is actually coming. How do you explain this?”

“It is likely that the apostle, who has been given the power from sister Osman, is leading the undead herd. The undead can exist in the vicinity of an apostle without disappearing.”

“The Apostle……”

A bitter memory recurred in Raidorl’s mind.

His older brother, Granard, also fell for the witch Grasslead’s sweet talk and became an apostle, causing considerable confusion in the royal capital.

The fact that an enemy who, like his brother, has become an apostle is closing in on him, naturally makes his hand tighten on the reins.

“Sister Osman always has her four apostles with her. The “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” – “War”, “Famine”, “Plague”, and……”Death”. They are all powerful demons, and no ordinary soldier would be a match for them.”

“My brother was quite mad too, you know. Four men with the same power as him, could easily destroy a country or two.”

“Particularly troublesome is ‘Death’, who was given a magical sword. Even without the magic sword, he is quite an expert, and when I fought him two hundred years ago, I had difficulty because he cut off my leg.”

As if she was talking about her childhood memories, she spoke of her horrible past, which did not fit the atmosphere.

Raidorl’s brow wrinkles and he clears his throat, unsure of what to say.

“Aside from the old stories, are you sure that this invasion is being led by that knight?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Perhaps…… “Famine” or “Plague”? War is very close toSister Osman’s, so it’s not often he leaves her side. Death will come alone, without an army to lead him.”

“And……if we defeat that knight, the other undead will disappear too, is that correct?”

“Yes, I am sure of that too. The undead will not be able to keep their shape and will return to the dust if the apostle with my sister’s blessing is not by their side. I think that the number of undead that each knight can command is limited to 10,000 or 20,000.”

“……that’s a relief. I thought I would have to exterminate all million of the undead. Now we can fight without worry.”

Raidorl laughs and puts his hand on the holy sword at his waist.

“I’ll kill the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse myself. You will pay with your life for bringing the foul undeads into this land””

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