The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns

Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

Despite my necromantic mana being referred to as the pinnacle of necromantic magic, surpassing the 9th circle, it inherently possessed much stronger dominance compared to typical necromancers.

"Hmm..."

While the goblin wraiths were slaughtering their kin, I slowly regained my senses by experimenting with curses, dark magic, and bone magic.

"Not bad."

Compared to swordsmanship, it didn't feel particularly stronger.

Although my necromantic magic, recently restored, lagged slightly behind, the fact that I quickly reached the 5th circle made up for this gap.

After extracting and transforming dozens of goblin souls into wraiths and repeating the process with minor monsters, I managed to amass nearly a hundred wraiths.

So, what began as a casual stroll turned into me sweeping through the second, third, fourth, and fifth floors, collecting some decent wraiths along the way.

Eventually, the number exceeded 200, creating an outright army.

"Did I overdo it?"

Though I could store them in the shadows, I wasn't entirely satisfied with their quality.

[Wraith Fusion is recommended.]

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that method."

After some thought, I clapped my hands and gathered all the wraiths.

"Everyone, assemble. Line up by type."

At my command, the wraiths let out eerie moans and formed neat rows based on their species.

From goblins to animal-type monsters and amorphous monsters—there was a wide variety.

I chose the strongest shadow wolf among them as the core.

"You're the centerpiece now."

Then, clapping my hands strongly, I began channeling a massive amount of necromantic mana.

Overflowing necromantic mana.

While the success rate at the 5th circle wasn't high, the sheer volume of mana compensated for the attempts.

[Wraith Fusion]

This technique involves offering all the other wraiths as sacrifices to a single centerpiece wraith.

A massive magic circle emerged with me and the shadow wolf at the center.

The other wraiths, following my gestures, were sucked into the shadow wolf one by one.

Fortunately, it succeeded on the first try.

I recalled seeing something similar in a game once: feeding other monsters to a grown monster to level up its stars.

Inspired by that memory, I had devised this system, and it worked quite well.

Grrrrr...

Finally, the necromantic mana vanished as if it had been a lie, and a wolf with a dark, shadowy aura appeared before me.

"Maybe because the base was good—this one looks pretty cool."

Its power was now on a completely different level than before the fusion, having concentrated the strength of hundreds of wraiths into one.

"This guy's definitely a 'named' one. What should I call you?"

While briefly pondering, a sudden curiosity struck me.

"Hey, Librarian."

I wondered about the naming sense of the Librarian.

[Understood.]

"Want to try naming it?"

After a moment of silence, the Librarian completed the text.

[Recommended name: Doggy.]

"Don't ever name anything again."

[You're no better.]

I decided to keep the name simple.

A shadow wolf without a shadow...

"Muyeong.”

A shadow wolf with no shadow.

Damn, what a brilliant rhyme.

If Melissa had heard this, she'd have cursed me out as crazy, but thankfully, she wasn't here.

"From now on, you're Muyeong."

The impressive-looking wolf would be well worth feeding undead regularly to turn it into a strategic weapon.

Thinking about it, isn't a necromancer just an undead breeder?

I chuckled to myself.

Grrr...

As I extended my hand, the wolf nuzzled its head against it, almost like a dog showing affection to its owner.

"What is it?"

-My corpse is nearby. If possible, could you recover my belongings and bring them to the Berli family? They would reward you accordingly...

I narrowed my eyes at his request.

"How long has it been since you died?"

He hesitated at my question.

-I died just a little while ago, so not long.

"Unbelievable."

A hollow laugh escaped me.

"Muyeong, let’s head to this guy’s corpse."

At my command, Muyeong let out a short howl and quickly led the way.

Luckily, the body wasn’t far.

There, lying in front of me, was a young corpse with a sharp stone lodged in its abdomen.

"...."

"Mm..."

"Muyeong."

At my command, Muyeong quickly jumped down and retrieved the body of Farell Berli.

Normally, a phantom undead like him wouldn’t be able to physically drag the body back, but my undead had been enhanced in my own way, so it wasn’t a problem.

I wasn’t sure if other necromancers used a similar approach.

-Ugh... seeing my own body like this is a bit much.

He spoke with a casual tone, despite looking at his own corpse.

It made me think he was far from normal, but I quickly examined his body.

A body-enhancing artifact?

That’s a pretty expensive one.

"Mm? You have a rare artifact. This could work out."

-Huh?

"Stay still."

With that, I captured his spirit.

Wham!!!

Then, I pushed his soul into his body and poured necromantic mana into the corpse.

-Uuaaaaah!!

His panicked cries echoed, but I didn’t stop.

It was a dead body.

There was no oxygen supply, causing decay, but thanks to the artifact he had, the body wasn’t severely damaged.

What I was doing was stitching up fatal wounds and forcibly binding his soul to his body.

If a priest helped, he could come back to life.

Of course, for this, extremely precise control and high-level necromantic mana were required.

The actual circle level didn’t matter much.

Given the situation, I could bring him back to life with a little more necromantic mana.

The process was intricate, like connecting countless nerve fibers.

One mistake could ruin everything—either the soul would be destroyed or, even if revived, his body wouldn’t be intact—but somehow, it didn’t feel that difficult.

After connecting all the fibers, I poured recovery potions onto his wounds.

By using life force, I healed the wounds, then applied a strong shock, causing his body to jerk.

Though it wasn’t as perfect as divine magic, I had learned that with recovery potions, necromantic magic could heal people.

"Cough?! Aaaargh! It hurts!"

Finally, the cold, stiff body of Farell Berli opened its eyes.

"Ugh?!"

"How does it feel? How many fingers am I holding up?"

I waved two fingers in front of him.

"U... uh? Two... two?"

It worked.

While I had done it for experimental purposes, this level of efficiency meant I could try several new approaches in necromantic magic.

In an instant, he revived and stared at his body before looking at me in confusion.

"Ho... how is this possible?"

"You have a nice artifact."

I pointed to the necklace around his neck.

I wasn’t sure about the details, but that necklace was constantly healing his body.

Even after death, it had the effect of preventing his body from decaying.

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