Chapter 47: Sand and Bones

Chapter 47: Sand and Bones

Can he do that? Surrender like this?

(Well, if I was Krieg, I would probably be very upset about my follower right now. But, even if he is probably one of the pillars of the organization, he is still a human being. Like the emperor of the djinn, he never directly attacked you because he was scared. It is just a strategical retreat.)

Ok. Makes sense, just I thought that they were supposed to be loyal to the death or some stuff like that. But know what should I do? Because you asked me to keep him alive. And now I managed to make him my prisoner.

(Since we have come to this situation, just ask him to escort us to his base. And have a meeting with the person in charge, he should probably be called a prophet or an apostle. That's the standard name.)

Ok.

"You will conduct ussss to your le-leader, sleek sleek."

"Us? You and who else? Were you even more than just one ratman?" I can see him watching his surrounding as he questions me.

"Me and sssomebody else, sleek sleek. But just lead me to yo-your base."

Ok my bad, I said us. But that's a good thing, that way, he will think that there are other ratmen around me, waiting just a single order to kill him. But that means he really surrenders to me alone. And he doesn't look very scared or even surprised. That's weird. Maybe he is really good at hiding his emotions. So I follow him after we exited the Necropolis.

Not something with the basic elements like fire or ice, I already tried those. Something related to death, darkness, poisons or diseases. I could become a small necromancer. Resurrect bodies, to act as a meat shield. But the only problem is how I kill my victims. With acid most of the time. So not a lot of bodies are still intact. And I don't know if I can just create a skeleton from nothing. Well, I can still try. Think carefully, create a creature of death, feel his bones materialize in front of you, just bare hand, a perfect white skeleton. With a full body. No missing limbs but nothing else. Now form the mana in your hand into that idea. Yes, yes, IT IS ALIVE! ALIVE! BEHOLD MY CREATION!

Something is forming right in front of me, I can see the bones slowly appearing from nowhere, only because of me. Yes, a skeleton is forming, the first soldier in my army. An army, created with the sole purpose of attacking all that opposes me.

"Congratulation to the user for creating a new spell. Please say its name."

Hahaha, of course, it would be a name easy to remember and logical.

-Raise Undead

"System acknowledges the choice of the user, the spell: [Raise Undead] has been created."

Great, now I just need to create more and 2/357 MP. I used nearly everything that I have, just to create the most basic skeleton. He doesn't even have a weapon. It will take at least six hours, to create a new one. And I am sure that he is not resistant at all. I get close to my newly formed soldier and just lightly hit him. His shoulder exploded at the contact of my claws. He loses his life, or unlife I would say, instantly. Great, so for my meat shield, I think I can forget.

But all the passive related to magic have improved. Great, so more mana regeneration, less casting time and less consumption during the spells. Just calculating in my head what would have been the real cost of creating a skeleton without this reduction. At least six hundred MP. Damn, I understand why this lich in the undead cave only had the worst of the worst. Because he couldn't get anything better. At least they had broken swords and stuff like that. Ok, maybe I was too harsh on that lich, at least his skeletons were capable of taking 2 hits before dying. Mine has nothing and gets destroyed by my pitiful strength.

During the following days, each time I could, I created another skeleton. But my spell never was upgraded, so I have still a probably 1 HP skeleton. One time, I ask one of them to punch the nearby tree, his hand was destroyed in the process. It is going to be a very long road.

(Stop playing the God of Death and prepare to move, I finally manage to find our old friend.)