Grandson Of The Holy Emperor Is A Necromancer by I.C. Han

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Chapter 304 160. Yet Another King -3 (Part Two)

Chapter 304: 160. Yet Another King -3 (Part Two)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

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The soldiers of the Theocratic Empire were getting fatigued. They shifted their gazes over to the waves of the Army of Blood still rushing in.

No matter how many undead the soldiers killed, their numbers kept increasing, instead.

The Progenitor Vampires continued to summon more and more undead in the distance.

“Crazy sons of b*tches, don’t they get tired, at least?!”

The soldiers roared in a fit of anger and thrust their spears to shove a zombie off the top of the outer wall. They looked around themselves afterwards.

The goddess statue and Hell’s Gatekeeper were still fighting away, their bodies riddled with wounds. As for the Holy Emperor and the Vampire King, they had also been fighting each other nonstop for the past three days. There was no end in sight for their battle, as their strength turned out to be about equal.

-Ku-aaaaah!-

Just as the soldiers were distracted and looked away, a monster with its wings spread wide open swooped in from the sky. This monster was actually a statue of a demon, its whole body covered in a shell as hard as stone.

The gargoyle pounced on the distracted soldier to bite at him and swing its deadly claws.

“The outer gate! It’s been breached!” someone cried out, and the soldiers up on the outer walls hurriedly headed to the gateway in question.

Indeed, it had been breached. A humongous battering ram crafted out of bones and forged steel had finished breaking through the gate, and was already in the process of pulling back.

Tens of thousands of undead stood before the open gateway.

Standing valiantly before them were Paladins in white armour and soldiers wielding swords and spears in both hands.

Spears over three metres long were aimed at the undead, while the Paladins drove their divinity into their swords. Their determined eyes were glaring at the undead army.

“Come, you damned evil undead!”

-Ku-aaaahk!-

The undead horde advanced on them.

Soldiers also rushed forward, brandishing their spears. The Paladins rapidly charged out to meet their enemies first.

The lengthy spears pierced through the undead and held them up in the air. Paladins wielded their swords to sever the heads of the walking corpses.

“Endure for a bit longer!”

Meanwhile, near the gaping hole in the ground by the mountain range, the Progenitor Vampires were still summoning undead in great quantities.

They had been focusing on doing nothing but summoning undead for the past three days. The initial plan was to tire out the Paladins and break through that way, but…

‘What a bunch of monsters!’

The Paladins of the Imperial Family were still holding on gallantly on the third day of the assault. They continued to fight back without a break and repeatedly killed off the incoming waves of undead.

‘However, it’ll be over soon’, the vampires thought. The gateway had been breached, and the non-combatant livestock were living in the city beyond. Those would turn out to be a wonderful source of undead for the vampires.

While they were thinking that, one of the Progenitors turned its head to the side. That’s because there was someone sitting on a boulder with interlocked fingers some distance behind the Progenitors.

It was a vampire wearing a mountain goat’s skull-helm on his head.

“Oiii, what are you doing there in a daze?” the Progenitor asked, walking up to this vampire.

The latter looked utterly relaxed. To think that he was taking a nice little breather sitting on a boulder, even daring to show off a golden bangle on his wrist!

Seriously now, his kin were working so hard to summon more undead, to the point of even throwing up blood, yet this guy…

This individual was simply sitting there, holding a staff over his shoulder while flipping open the covers of a chained grimoire.

The man wearing the skull-helm shifted his attention over to the vampire. “Ah, you mean me? I only arrived just now and I needed to catch my breath for a bit, you see. That’s why I’m taking a short break.”

Indeed, this man was panting heavily. He was also wiping some of his sweat off.

“All of our kin are giving their all right now. But the more you laze around, the harder it will get for the others! Hurry up and start summoning more undead!”

“Huh. So… you want me to summon undead. Is that right?”

“That’s right!”

“I’m still a bit too tired, though. But I’m sure I’ll be able to get cracking after a bit of a rest, you know? Can’t I, like, rest for two or three more minutes?”

‘What the hell, is this guy insane or what?’, the Progenitor inwardly tutted.

With the exception of several blood-creations, most of the vampires had been living for hundreds of years already. It wasn’t all that strange to see one or two wackos in their ranks.

“Of course not! Go and help your comrades! There is no time to rest!” the Progenitor spoke unhappily, but then, he began getting this weird feeling.

He was getting a strange sense of repulsion from this individual in a robe. Most of all, there was this thing attracting the Progenitor’s attention.

There was a golden bangle on the wrist of this person wearing a mountain goat skull-helm. For some strange reason, the aura of divinity could be felt from it…

“…Who the hell are you?”

The Progenitor’s expression gradually hardened, and in turn, the man’s body seemed to tremble.

…as if he was laughing under the skull.

“I am the legion.”

The Progenitors getting fatigued by the task of continuously summoning undead flinched in surprise, and hurriedly looked behind them.

“And I am Gaia’s inheritor.”

The eyes of the vampires grew wider.

A tidal wave was coming.

A wave of holy water slammed into the Progenitors standing on the hill.

“What the hell?!”

The bodies of the vampires now bathed in holy water caught fire and burned away. As for the Progenitor nearest to the mountain goat skull, he was a Count-class and was able to barely survive the holy water dunking.

“Ahaha!”

A satisfied laugh sounded out, prompting the Count-class Progenitor to lock his trembling eyes on the man before him.

This man spread open his arms. He muttered some words that could be either a chant for a spell, or even a prayer.

But one thing was for certain, it had to be a ritual to summon something!

Something gigantic would surely show up now. Whatever it was, such an event had to be prevented at all costs!

‘…Prevent it? But how?’

Indeed, they couldn’t stop it. Because, their opponent this time was…

“…It’s the Holy King!” one of the surviving vampires cried out. That caused the other vampires to gasp out in terror.

The Holy King? THAT Holy King?!

But how could the Holy King even be here…?! Wasn’t he supposed to be in Aslan?!

“So, the Vampire King is over there?” Allen the Holy King muttered as his eyes glowed eerily under the mountain goat’s skull-helm. When he shouted out the spell incantation, the vampires fell into a frenzy and tried to pounce on him. “In that case, I better go all out and wipe every single one of you out.”

Holy undead leapt out from all around Allen and blocked the vampires’ attacks.

In the meantime, the summoning ritual continued on. His divinity rapidly spread throughout the area, and the people bitterly fighting by the outer walls began reacting to it one by one.

“This aura, isn’t that…?”

Kelt turned his head slightly to glance at the mountain range. The Vampire King also turned his head before his brows shot up high.

Holy King Allen could be seen by the mountain range, performing some kind of a summoning ritual!

“That’s dangerous…” the Vampire King muttered.

That bastard came back much sooner than Kirum had anticipated.

The Vampire King’s strength was about the same as the Holy Emperor’s. But if the Holy King was added to the mix, then the vampire would have no chance of victory here.

‘Where’s Kirum?’

There was still no news from the clown.

That left the Vampire King no other choice. He stared at the Cerberus. “Create a path.”

The three-headed hellhound slammed into the goddess statue and forced it back.

Panting heavily, the Gatekeeper of Hell used its front limbs and all three of its heads to dig out the ground. It even fired flames of hell from its maws to melt the ground beneath.

Even the gargoyles circling in the air descended rapidly to the ground to start digging, as well.

Dense smoke and dust obscured everyone’s vision.

Kelt gripped his warhammer tightly while watching this scene unfold.

The speed of these monsters digging away was incredibly fast. However, he couldn’t afford to let the Vampire King escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Kelt roared out and pounced at the Vampire King.

Lightning bolts descended on his warhammer, and that destructive power was directed at the king of all vampires.

The Vampire King pulled his spear closer in response. The blood scattered throughout the battlefield rapidly gathered on the weapon, making the spear blade much tougher and sharper.

The two individuals went all in with their final attacks.

**

The jaws of the vampires by the mountain range fell to the ground.

They no longer entertained any thoughts of getting closer to the Holy King. The hundreds of holy undead blocking their path simply had no openings to allow that.

More than anything else, though, the summoning ritual had already been completed, anyway.

The Holy King held his head high. This man, filled to the brim with sheer overbearing arrogance, began smiling under the mountain goat’s skull. His smile sent shivers down the spines of all who could see it.

“Archangel,” he opened his mouth to speak. “Metatron.”

Suddenly, a deafening roar loud enough to rupture the eardrums exploded forth. The noises of cogwheels spinning around reverberated throughout the land.

The vampires hastily covered their ears. Even though they were under great torment, they still looked up at the sky.

Time and space were distorting visibly.

Heavy-looking gigantic hands extended out from the distortion and began tearing at the empty air.

The space was forcibly distorted and the being beyond it displayed its great power.

One of the terrified vampires opened its mouth. “That, that…”

From the distorted space, a ‘head’ covered in metal slowly emerged.

“…That is ‘calamity’ itself…”

A gigantic figure at least twenty metres in length, with many, many spinning cogwheels floating all around it…

There was no lower torso, only its upper half floating in the air. Its total height alone easily surpassed thirty metres.

Twelve wings made out of divine power spread out magnificently, and white feathers gently drifted and scattered everywhere.

The Archangel Metatron was now entering the battlefield.

< 160. Yet Another King -3 (Part One and Two) > Fin.

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