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Random Leecher covered his face with a gas mask, pulled the safety trigger and threw the sleeping gas canister into the open window. He then slowly climbed and saw an unsuspecting Lei, who was sleeping on her desk after a long night of trying to pinpoint the location of Random Leecher.

CREAK

Lei had a couple of creaking floorboards, especially next to the windows and doors, in case someone decided to steal her precious alpacas. Unfortunately for Random Leecher, he stepped into one of them.

“Who’s there?!” Lei immediately spun around, just in time to see a black figure standing by her window. With due haste, she pressed the warning button to let everyone know there was an intruder in her room.

The sleeping gas didn’t work well in a large room so it had very little effect to Lei, who was at the far edge of the room. Random Leecher knew time was of the essence. He took a handkerchief sprayed with chloroform and covered Lei’s mouth. Lei unwillingly fell asleep and was taken away…

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Hear ye! Hear ye!

We bring horrible news to the Kingdom, the traitor has kidnapped our Alpaca Queen! How dare the swine?!

Masadeer, Our Head of Regiment, has enlisted for volunteers to join them on their search. Without our Alpaca Queen, we cannot release our chapters as efficiently. We urge everyone to participate in the search. Or if you have any information where Random Leecher has taken our Alpaca Queen, please provide to us and you will be rewarded.

Dead or Alive
Wanted: Random Leecher
Bounty: 15,000 Gold (Increase)
Crime: Kidnapping our Alpaca Queen, and stealing chapters.
Appearance: Unknown. Description needed.
Strength: Can hide and sneakily severely injure 5 well-trained Soldiers.
Location last spotted: Forest of Shadowy Allure.


Commander of the Battlefield

Weed, the group of savages, the Phoenixes, and Bingryong took a break.

The original plan was to seek more prey for contribution points and spoils. However, the Vejague and Salmere Tribes’ Stamina was dropping, and the Lekiye Tribe was fainting from mental exhaustion, so a break was unavoidable.

Weed held bandages and ran around treating the Vejague tribe.

“First Aid!”

His hands did their utmost to tightly wrap the wounds. This wasn’t because he was a devoted saint, but rather, for his objective to drag them further into the battlefield.

However, his saved up herbs soon began to run low. The Vejague Tribe’s warriors were the size of mountains and they had many big wounds, so it couldn’t be helped.

“Yellowy, we’re running out of herbs. Spit some saliva out!”

The bull’s thick saliva was used instead of herbs.

After treating the troops like so, they advanced once more.

Balkan, the Imoogi, and Feylord’s fight was reaching its final stage.

— Kiyaaaaaaaoooo!

“I’ll kill you and turn you into an Undead.”

“I will not forgive any of you who have defiled the holy ground of the Embinyu.”

They were waging a fierce battle with strong hostility against their opponents.

Balkan’s robe was torn, completely revealing his skeleton. He was a high-ranking monster who had covered the continent in blood and corpses! However, his strength was limited by the holy sword in his chest, and because of Death Sentence, it was no longer possible for him to absorb Health and Mana. It could be said that his life had become wretched indeed.

“Evil Undead, return to the place where thou wouldst sleep. Turn Undead!”

Undead cleansing magic! The Embinyu Church’s Priests’ Turn Undead magic was focused on Balkan.

“Not yet… There is work left to be done here. There are too many living beings.”

Balkan was the sovereign ruler of the Undead. He tried to eradicate the Embinyu Church while commanding the Undead, but they stubbornly held on until the end, so it wasn’t easy. Moreover, the Imoogi was spewing magic so the damage to the Undead Army was also great.

At last, a problem arose with Balkan’s body. Bright light erupted from the holy sword lodged in his chest.

Craaaack!

A large crack formed on his skull, and the Death Aura that had surrounded his body became thin and faded.

“This sword’s curse is…”

The Holy Sword was inversely absorbing Balkan’s mana.

Balkan’s body was wrapped light as radiant as the sun.

“This… I cannot go on. On the day I clear this sword’s curse, I will surely have my revenge.”

Leaving behind words filled with hatred, neither the Lich Balkan or the Holy Sword remained.

He was not completely destroyed, but unsummoned! Lich Balkan had returned to the location of the Life Force Vessel where his life was sealed because he had no Mana left to compose his body.

The Undead were noticeably weaker after Balkan disappeared.

“Kuueell?”

The Zombies forgot about facing enemies and were in confusion. A part of the Skeletons even returned to piles of bones. The Doom Knights’ Death Auras were also weakened, so they dropped like stones from the purification magic of the Embinyu Priests. Leaping ghosts and the innumerable Undead Army wandered about.

“It’s too bad Balkan already left.” Weed smacked his lips in regret.

Balkan, the leader of the Immortal Legion, was indeed the real deal. He had shown them an incredible sight, demonstrating that Undead worthy of being written in the history of the Versailles Continent had to be at his level.

The Undead Army Balkan made had to be dealt with in order to hunt him, so for most guilds, he was truly an enemy they could not even conceive!

“His ability to handle Undead is far more outstanding than Lich Shire’s.”

He mass-produced low-ranking Undead, made them fight, and even aided their abilities. If not for the Death Sentence and the constraints of the Holy Sword stabbed into his chest, he could have captured the Embinyu Fortress alone.

A chance to hunt Balkan was far and few in between. Weed would’ve won even if he had to sacrifice all the garish savages, so it was regretful that Balkan had left.

Even with Balkan gone, the situation was not looking good for the Imoogi. Riddled with wounds, it couldn’t even fly due to its torn wings, and the Undead and Dark Knights were brandishing their swords at it. With its movements restricted, there was even a war being waged between the Undead and Dark Knights atop the Imoogi’s back.

Indeed, it was hard for the Embinyu Church’s situation to be any worse than this.

There weren’t even a dozen priests left, and fewer than 100 Dark Knights were left to barely block the Undead Army! It was thanks to the High Priest Feylord emitting divine power and pushing back the Undead Army that they were able to endure.

Balkan, who departed and abandoned the Undead Army. The craft Imoogi, who reserved its strength to breathlessly save some Health. The Embinyu Church, who were trying to drive out the intruders.

This was the place Weed dragged the savages and the sculptured lifeforms to.

— Ringleader!

“Is he the lowly human who summoned Balkan Demoph here?”

“You’re the culprit who brought all these monsters here!” The representative of the Undead was one among the Doom Knights.

Weed received violent castigation from the three groups. However, he spread his shoulders wide and spoke tenaciously. “As a rule, the popular guy receives malicious remarks.”

His baseless sense of blamelessness!

Weed said towards the Imoogi, “If you were stronger, you would have been able to kill all those ugly enemies. Right?”

— ….

Next, it was the Doom Knights: “Who told him to appear with a blade in his chest? Even Balkan was unsummoned because he was weak.”

Then Feylord: “I was originally enemies with you. Who are you resenting and to whom are you griping at?”

Such self-centered statements and endless self-justifications!

“History only remembers the winner. It doesn’t even care about the cowardly excuses of the losers. Isn’t that right, Bingryong?”

“Master’s words are true.” Bingryong, who was just as underhanded as Weed!

“The strong is not the one who wins; the winner is the one who is strong.”

“You are indeed our Master.”
“Smart.”

Weed drew positive responses from Bingryong and the Phoenixes by citing the proverbs he’d picked up.

There was still a duration of more than 10 hours left on Death Sentence. However, there was nothing good about dragging the time on!

With the Undead Army Balkan left numbering in the thousands, the Embinyu Church’s Priests and Feylord, and even the Imoogi, the battle was not finished.

“Wipe them out!”

As soon as Weed announced the start of the battle, Bingryong stretched his maw wide. Ice Breath shot forth as he expelled the breath he’d been holding in one go!

The pure white Breath shot towards the place where the Imoogi and the Undead were gathered.

While treading upon the earth, the Undead froze in place. The Imoogi covered its body with the one wing he had left to block it, but the Undead couldn’t resist and became chunks of ice. The Undead that were outside the Breath’s range came charging in.

“Block them!”

The Vejague Tribe Warriors went on the defensive, swinging their hatchets and hammers. They destroyed the bones of Skeletons and slaughtered Zombies.

The Dark Rule magic was cancelled with Balkan’s unsummoning, so the Undead army no longer grew.

“Summon Death Knight, Van Hawk!”

At last, the Death Knight appeared with eerie smoke.

“There are… many enemies worth fighting here.”
“Then fight!”

The Death Knight waged his battle as he fought on par with five Doom Knights.

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Following the point where the King Hydra’s heads were chopped off, there was a festive atmosphere at KMC Media.

“Hurray!”
“He did it!”

As he watched the transmission of the video in real time, Director Kang was as pleased as if he’d done it himself.

The content of the broadcast had passed Weed creating sculptures on the River of Lamentations and the part where Weed took the Guardian Knights to interfere with the Embinyu Church’s ritual.

With Bingryong’s appearance, the viewer ratings had already exceeded a record-breaking 27.3%. The Royal Road forums were flooded with questions asking about the Sculptor. Due to the appearance of Bingryong, there were also hundreds of questions regarding the Sculptor’s connection with the God of War Weed!

“Now all he has left to do is wipe out the remnants.”

The High Priest Feylord alone was a top monster, so he was in no position to be careless! Since the Undead army and the Imoogi were still there, the battle was not over.

* * *

Weed was most wary of the Embinyu Priests.

“Feylord won’t recover, but it’ll be dangerous if those Priests regain their strength!”

The Death Sentence only affected the High Priest Feylord. The Dark Knights and Priests could return to their normal states with the passing of time.

“They must be subdued.”

In order to attack the Embinyu Church, the encroaching Undead had to be cleaned up.

“Vejague Tribe, take the lead! Salmere Tribe, lineup in the center! Lekiye Tribe will standby at the rear!”

Following Weed’s Lion’s Roar, the barbarians quickly fell into charging formation. He was going to bring the three tribes together in a union and use them in battle.

It was undesirable for the alliance tribes to conduct a siege of the fortress and the union had taken too much damage. Since they had neither Priests nor Clerics, the alliance tribes had basically only recovered with consumables.

However, in terrain that was littered with broken wreckage from the Imoogi and King Hydra rampaging, like now, the three tribes became a union with the optimal efficiency.

“Strike with spells and arrows. Attack!”

The Salmere Tribe’s arrows and the Lekiye Tribe’s spell attack was fired at the Undead group. When their formation scattered, the Vejague Tribe advanced step by step. The Undead rushed in fearlessly, but they firmly resisted like an iron wall.

Weed’s sharp gaze examined the entire battlefield.

“Capture the high ground first. Salmere Tribe, fire a volley at the ridge on your right!”

After a concentrated attack of arrows, the Vejague Tribe seized the area. They occupied the terrain favorably and built their line of defense while hunting the Undead.

“The unit Serpic leads, fall back after 20 steps!”

Rather than pressuring the Undead more, Weed made the entire barbarian group turn like a cogwheel.

“Vejague Tribe, fall out and Salmere Tribe, get in front. Fire a barrage! Salmere Tribe, wheel to the right, and Lekiye Tribe, attack with spells. As soon as the spell attack ends, Vejague Tribe, charge as one!”

As he smoothly ordered charges and retreats, the entire army was made a living organism. The whole unit revolved as they adapted to the terrain, rapidly occupied the high ground and moved. It was a cogwheel tactic based on high stamina and mobility.

The Undead army, who had lost their commander, were slaughtered horribly by the arrow and spell onslaught, as well as the axe attacks of the Vejague Tribe.

Though it appeared to be a common tactic for reducing the number of sacrifices as much as possible, the results showed its hidden, gruesome, and destructive power.

If the Undead had emotions, they would have been driven into a state of panic and suffered additional immense damage.

“We can win.”
“We’ll be victorious!”

The morale of the barbarian unit led by Weed reached its peak.

“Phoenixes and Bingryong, strike the left flank!”

In places where the Undead gathered, Bingryong and the Phoenixes actively scattered the enemies. Their separate role ensured that the Undead were distracted. Balkan’s departure robbed the Undead of organized direction, and they were rendered hopelessly cornered.

In this moment, the barbarian unit led by Weed appeared to be a unit of the highest caliber.

“Troops, d