120. Necromantic Conversion
Holsey didn’t have time to think. She quickly moved her position to avoid being in the range of the long-range magic bombardment.
She quickly calmed down…
Were the enemies taking the high ground, using the towering snow walls as cover?
She looked up but didn’t see any enemies. Only endless darkness greeted her.
“Boom—!”
The sound of a magic explosion rang out again. This time, Holsey saw clearly where the enemies were.
“On the mountain! Werewolf King, be careful!”
In the distant darkness, several magic circles appeared out of thin air, and magic light cannons, like light waves, began to frantically strafe the entire road.
The suppressive fire caused the snow walls to collapse. For a moment, Holsey’s vision was a chaotic mess, and she had no idea what was happening.
Fortunately, Holsey saw the Werewolf King. He was tough and wasn’t killed by the explosion. He stumbled to his feet, without any hesitation.
“I’ll handle the south! You go north, there must be enemies there!”
“Roger!”
Instantly, a magic light cannon shot down from above, blasting the snow between the two of them and causing a collapse. The team was also seemingly split into two at this moment.
The cannon fire continuously subsided, and the sound of magic explosions was always in her ears. This sound was no stranger to Holsey.
For some reason, an image of Delsey’s face appeared in her mind.
And now, the best way was to numb herself.
The battle had begun.
Suddenly, just as Holsey started to support the northern part of the team… what they thought was the front of the team, a huge body descended from the sky and blocked her path.
“Whirr—”
A giant hammer swung at her head.
Holsey dodged sideways, took out a short sword from her pocket, and with a few flashes of afterimages, she cut the snow-covered person in half…
And just then, she suddenly discovered… she had just “killed” an orc!
He was just like a normal orc, with their flesh and blood and combat power, but his eyes glowed with a pale light, as if he were being controlled by something.
Just then, a pale flame appeared from the orc’s wound. The next second, the severed waist didn’t even bleed much before it was restored out of thin air!
The highest level of undead! They wouldn’t be defeated by physical damage. They were extremely difficult to kill. As long as the necromancer was alive, they were almost endless!
What surprised Holsey even more was that several huge orcs descended from all directions.
They were all companions who had died in the previous battle!
Not only that, but that necromancer seemed to have her eye on me, as if she were determined to kill her.
And that was the case.
Besides her and the Werewolf King, there were very few people in this team who could be called “combat power.”
Holsey didn’t panic at all. She put the enchanted short sword’s hilt in her mouth, her hands on the ground, her tail raised to balance her body, like a predator ready to race.
She leaped onto the snow wall, and the undead orcs’ attacks pursued her like a storm. But after dodging the attacks, she began to nimbly weave through the undead, using her enchanted short sword to cut through their bodies… The severed limbs of the orcs began to burn violently. Although these were high-level undead with their living strength, their “living” strength wasn’t very strong. After suffering such damage, it was impossible for them to be resurrected again.
If it were a higher-level undead, it would be much more difficult to deal with.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
The clash of swords and blades.
Holsey fought her way out of the undead, creating a bloody path.
Until all the undead in the north were dealt with by her, the world seemed to have returned to tranquility.
“It’s Lady Holsey! We’re saved!”
A few injured half-orcs leaned against the wall. Holsey could barely make out their faces by the light of the not-completely-extinguished bonfire.
…These people had just joined the reconnaissance team not long ago, originally thinking they could make a living here, but they had encountered such a crisis.
Everyone had a pair of sad eyes, but after seeing Holsey, the fire of hope was reignited.
“You hide, meow… If you encounter danger, call me!”
If Holsey wanted to express gentleness, she would occasionally add the word “meow.”
Just then… a few gunshots came from behind. She stood on the snow wall and began to observe the situation on the Werewolf King’s side.
He took out two pistols from his waist and, with “bang, bang,” fired a few fireballs.
“Boom—!”
The distant iceberg was instantly illuminated by the explosion, and the enemies exposed in her vision were sent flying by the violent impact.
But just then, several undead surrounded him, just as they had surrounded Holsey.
The Werewolf King fought desperately, reloaded, and started shooting again.
But he was outnumbered. He was sent flying by a punch, rolled on the snow, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, the enemies killed by his pistols didn’t resurrect, which reassured Holsey a little.
“Damn it, how can I not kill them all?”
“[Wind Statue], hurry up and save me! Damn it, I can’t hold on anymore!”
Holsey quickly attacked.
She ran 100 meters on the snow wall in almost three seconds, bypassed countless ice and snow obstacles, and before the giant hammer could smash the Werewolf King’s head, she took down one undead orc and a few half-orc compatriots who had already been turned into undead.
“You’re already dead… you’re already dead…”
Holsey began to comfort herself.
“Thank goodness for you, my god, long live the God Slaying Society!”
The Werewolf King gave a “V” sign, stood up, and took out his pistols to continue sniping at the distant enemies.
Just then, she witnessed a half-orc, a cat-girl who had been turned into an undead, kneeling on the ground, holding the head of a barely breathing fox-folk girl. Pale smoke billowed from her mouth and entered the fox-folk girl’s mouth, ears, and eyes… like a kiss in a certain sense.
Then, the barely breathing fox-folk girl’s body twitched, and then fell silent. When she opened her eyes again, she had also become a pale, glowing undead.
“Damn pervert…”
Holsey felt a nameless rage burning in her heart.
“Then I’ll just kill them all. One less mouth, one more life!”
The Werewolf King, with “bang, bang,” took down two undead half-orcs.
“Are they really dead?”
Just then, a woman’s voice asked.
Holsey bent down, looked up, ready to fight…
Was it a high-level undead? No…
Appearing before her was a seductive woman.
She was wearing a black robe, her pale, full figure bound only by a few black iron rings, adding a touch of forbidden and dark beauty to her tall, sexy figure.
The woman sat as if on an invisible chair, her important parts covered by a white mist and a tattered long robe that could barely be called “clothes.”
Seeing this woman, both the Werewolf King and Holsey were startled.
Just from her aura, they could tell that she was the strongest enemy…
“Their souls have not dissipated. Their bodies are controlled by me and resurrected. Since their souls and bodies have not changed, why do you say they are [dead]?”
Saying that, she summoned two balls of fire that surged into the half-orc girls who had just been “killed” by the Werewolf King. The two’s injuries quickly recovered, and then they stood up…
They were expressionless, their skin having lost its color, like two puppets.
