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Zhuge Liang’s Strategy

Weed once again marched with the alliance tribes to the Embinyu Church’s fortress. To ensure swift mobility, he didn’t make any trebuchets.

“That fortress is too strong. We won’t be able to win.”

Widespread pessimism among the alliance tribes! The number of alliance tribesmen had decreased by about 140 people. They were simple-minded people, who didn’t lose hope easily, but it was an inevitable result, since they had been defeated after suffering one-sidedly and dealing almost no damage.

Weed didn’t try to boost their motivation in order to encourage the alliance tribes members.

“Realistically speaking, it’s hard to take them down and capture the fortress.”

He deliberately didn’t bring Bingryong, the Phoenixes, and Yellowy. He intended for them to get plenty of rest in order to maximize their power.

The spearheads of the Salmere Tribe drooped downwards. The decline in morale made their shoulders slump.

Nevertheless, as Weed and the alliance tribes approached the fortress, there was a response. Even more troops were posted to the wall, and smoke announcing the attack was rising from the spire.

Weed’s eyes flashed. ‘The Embinyu Church are calling all the savages under their command.’

After the initial recon skirmish, he had taken Bingryong and the Phoenixes for a light survey.

“The savages in this area under the Embinyu Church’s command are very weak.”

The other tribes near the River of Lamentation were much weaker than the tribes allied with the Matallost Church, the Lekiye, Salmere, and the Vejague.

“If we kill 10 and 5 of us die, there’ll be a profit of roughly 27 troops.”

A ridiculously absurd calculation!

As smoke rose from the beacon and time passed, the savage tribes flocked in. They were armed with bamboo spears, axes, and crude arrows.

Weed pointed not at the fortress, but at the newly appeared savage tribes as he instructed, “Minions of the Embinyu Church. Kill them.”

Weed made a simple order the alliance tribes could perform, “Vejague Tribe, CHARGE!”

At first, the alliance tribes and the other savages both didn’t show formation or tactical movements since they hadn’t been trained.


The muscular Vejague Tribe Warriors ran. Each Warrior was a 100-man army!

“Salmere Tribe, it’s your turn.”

Weed ordered the Salmere Tribe into action. As it was their characteristic, the Salmere Tribe scattered to find and hunt enemies. They were top-notch Hunters who shot poison arrows and had abnormally pointy, elongated spears!

The Lekiye Tribe took on the role of casting Confusion hexes on the savages. They bombarded the savages with AoE (Area of Effect) Confusion hexes and curses.

“I feel dizzy. The ground is shaking.”

Though their surroundings were normal, the savages staggered around in the middle of the battlefield.

“My axe. My axe is heavy.”

They couldn’t even lift their stone axes, which seemed to have become 2-3 times heavier.

Such assistance from the Lekiye Tribe greatly augmented the Vejague and Salmere Tribe’s roles.

Against the savages, the alliance tribesmen presented their rather outstanding specialties!

“Kill them all.”
“Let’s not leave a single one behind.”

The 10 thousand neighboring savages were one-sidedly cornered by the 6,000 or so alliance tribesmen. The corpses piled up, and the alliance tribes were getting stronger and stronger as their combat experience grew.

To be honest, he had somewhat planned for the alliance tribe’s growth, but it wasn’t too important.

“It’s too late to make them grow now.”

Since there were over 6,000 of the alliance tribesmen, trying to kick them into shape now was too much!

If he couldn’t maximize the power of his forces, he’d find a more dangerous battering ram.

“We’ll break away from normal siege warfare. There’s no need to fight a disadvantageous battle. Even if the enemies grow more…and even if it’s a hellish battle, we will fight in a favorable environment.”

Weed changed the rules of the battlefield and planned to overturn it with chaos.

The tattooed, scarred, and muscular savages, wearing bear and leopard leather, were fighting for their survival.


Weed pulled out his harp and strummed it lightly. The harp’s clear sound passed through the battlefield.

Ah. Something is sparkling in that darkness.
Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!

This is bronze japtem.
If it’s rusted, let’s clean it till it sparkles~
You can sell it at the store.

Turn the lights on in your eyes and search~
You can’t miss even a single one.
Let’s collect japtem and make money~

We’ve got to save enough to buy barley bread for a hundred years.
Ah. Ah. Ah.

A Unique item.
So excited. Let’s dance. Today really is the jackpot.

As Weed’s impromptu harp performance reached its peak, the battle between the alliance tribes and the savages was also progressing.

The Lekiye, Vejague, and Salmere alliance tribes completely overwhelmed the savages. Although Bingryong or the Phoenixes weren’t there, the increased power from the Brothers of Faith sculpture was likely a great help.


While the alliance tribes excitedly hunted the savages, a change arose in the Embinyu Church’s fortress. The gate was slowly opening as it rumbled loudly. Through the gap in between the gate, Dark Knights and Soldiers could be seen readying themselves for battle. Their armor sparkled with light from blessings and protection imparted by divine power.

We’ll hunt in a place no one has found~
The lonely Hunter’s path.

Solitude is necessary for a rich harvest of japtem~
I don’t hope for someone who understands.
What I hope for is just money~

As he played the harp, Weed’s hand moved more flashily and quickly.

It wasn’t just because the Dark Knights and soldiers were about to sally forth.


More accurate than a luxury watch worth millions of Won, his belly watch told him the time.

“It’s finally time for him to arrive.”

Weed gazed at the battlefield as he played the harp.

Like soldiers from historical war novels or films splendidly commanding the army! By handling either a fan or an instrument, Weed was directly copying the romanticized appearance of command. His actions reflected the naked reality of how films and novels devastated a person.

Plunk plunk!

By the time the gates were completely open, Lion’s Roar was cast from Weed’s lips with all his might.

Unlike the bad tune and song with horrible lyrics he’d been singing earlier, it was a roaring cry!


The alliance tribes left the corpses of the savages in the field and backed off like a receding tide at the signal.

The moment when the Dark Knights and Soldiers were about to spring forward as the gate opened—!

Tremendous Mana flooded the battlefield.

A whirlpool and gale raged, as dark Mana driven by black magic pressed in.

Horrible shrieks and screams of ghosts.

The area darkened and was swept over by murky clouds.


Thunder and lightning exploded.

Right in front of the Embinyu Church’s fortress, the ground where the alliance tribes and the savages had been fighting was splitting apart. Weed extended his two arms widely.

“He’s finally coming!”

He sincerely welcomed the first monster summoned by the Power of the Deliverer.

“Come quickly!”

A skeleton wearing a robe slowly rose from the crack in the ground.

The leader of the Immortal Legion. The worst Necromancer, who had probed into forbidden domain; it was the appearance of Balkan Demoph.

* * *

Balkan did not know of forgiveness or mercy. If the Embinyu Church didn’t spare method or means for domination and propagation, then Balkan was an entirely different being.

Subordinate to the power of darkness, he did not tolerate any living beings. A fierce hatred for the living!

A frigid chill emanated from his appearance alone. A monster of the highest rank, just his appearance made the battlefield’s atmosphere sink low. An overwhelming atmosphere rushing in like a great storm.

Weed carefully observed Balkan’s appearance. An old lich with rotting bones. From his appearance, he didn’t differ much from Lich Shire, who had been his disciple. He was slightly taller and his jawbone looked thicker, but Weed, who had personally faced Shire, could only distinguish tiny differences.

“You can really say he’s a truly rich Lich.”

Lich Balkan wore high-class attire. A bleak, black aura was flowing from his body. Made out of extremely good-quality material but shoddy because it looked like it had been used for over a hundred years, the robe would look as good as new with a little mending.

“All luxury goods are originally like that.”

He wore a crown adorned with gems somewhere atop his head. The duck egg-sized gems embedded in the crown sparkled with light. There was an eagle’s skull attached to the staff he was holding. The combination of crown and skull matched Balkan perfectly.

Even from a single glance, he could tell they were Unique items. Lich Shire had also been equipped with incredible items, but his master one-upped him.

“Magician families have a lot of money after all. But…”

There was one weapon in particular that drew Weed’s gaze. A sword penetrating Balkan’s chest! It was the only place the black aura could not cover.

Weed speculated, “Looks like the sword was stabbed in during the Versailles Continent war.” Based on the design on the sword hilt, he guessed it was the relic of the Church of Lu.

It seemed the holy sword was restricting Balkan’s tremendous black magic. Balkan was in the state of an incomplete resurrection!

“Did I bring a reject?”

While Weed was worrying a little, the alliance tribes were overcome by Balkan’s charisma and were fleeing with their tails turned.

Hidden behind the rocky mountain, Weed scrutinized the battlefield. The alliance tribes had now fully retreated.

Balkan’s gaze turned towards the nearby savages, “Worms. For the likes of you to have flowing blood and breath, I cannot believe it.”

Balkan did not ask who they were. With an extremely unparalleled, arrogant manner, he extended one hand towards the savages around him.

“Thunder Storm!”


Black clouds rushed in, and countless bolts of lightning plummeted towards the savages.

The bodies of the savages, who were once living beings, simply exploded. With almost no magic resistance, the savages were being massacred.

“Return to the ground on which you once lived and moved. This place is dark. A bad and rotten land. The law of darkness that will never disappear, let it be so they can all return. UNDEAD RISE!”

Balkan’s chilling Necromancer magic began.

Doom Knights and Death Knights clattered as they rose from the pile of savage corpses. The Lich Balkan had summoned more than 100 Doom Knights over level 300!

“This land is ruled by my law of darkness. It will be dominated by an eternal, immortal strength. Dark Rule!”

The skull wand Balkan had been holding was stabbed into the ground. The earth turned dark red around that area. Then, the remaining corpses also slowly rose.

Each flash of thunder and lightning lit up a shocking scene.

There was a legion of zombies and ghouls. Countless Dullahans and Skeleton Soldiers!

“The Undead are rising. Run away!”

The few remaining savages scattered and tried to flee, but Balkan did not permit them to. He pointed a bone finger at the savages.

Then the Undead army began to slaughter the barbarians. The dead savages automatically rose as Skeletons or Dullahans.

The horrifying strength of the Dark Rule spell.

Weed, who had the Necromancer Magic Book written by Balkan himself, recognized the spell, “That’s one of Balkan’s three spells.”

It was a spell that could only be used by a Necromancer of the highest tier, a special spell which dominated the entirety of hell with magic power and raised unlimited Undead.

The savages were completely hunted down by the Doom Knights, Death Knights, and Ghouls. Raising 10 thousand Undead did not even take 10 minutes.

It was the birth of an Undead Legion strong enough to put Weed’s worries about the holy sword piercing Balkan’s chest to shame.

“Balkan’s aura. It’s probably Death Aura.”

It was indeed a spell only a Necromancer of the highest tier could use. It was a spell that strengthened the Undead Legion, improving Strength, Intelligence, Defense, Resistance, and Magic Power. Undead wrapt in the black aura became much stronger than a Skeleton Knight or an Archer. They probably weren’t up to par with the high-ranking, monster-lined Immortal Legion, but it was a tremendous force indeed.

The black aura also had other truly terrifying points.

It did have the effect of strengthening commanded Undead, but the Health they captured while fighting was also absorbed by the Lich. In addition, it weakened divine power attacks and was the magic that acted as the source of a Lich’s unlimited Mana and Health.

After slaughtering the savage