Cursed Knight.

These are guys who look like humans but no longer belong to the category of "human".

As for these things with weird armor attached to their whole bodies, well, they were either humans, dwarves, or spirits before, but in theory, no one should care about what is under their armor.

In a sense, their "lifetime" wishes were very similar to Weir's desire, but what they chose was another extreme path.

[Selling souls, selling thoughts].

In order to pursue the illusory "eternal life" and extremely powerful "power", they surrendered and took refuge in the undead clan, and used their humanity and thinking to make a dirty deal with the God of Death in the [Underworld].

Any power comes at a price.

What's more, it is the power given by the "God of Death".

After being engraved with the mark of the God of Death, they finally gained the "immortality" and power they dreamed of.

But relatively——

After their thinking and humanity are completely wiped out, in a sense, these guys are no longer living beings.

…

"Yya!"

A sharp scream with magical power suddenly sounded, and the harsh sound was like a rusty sword rubbing against each other.

This is [spiritual scream].

After willingly falling, these knights who were lured into the darkness have long since become a combination of curses, and this is one type of their power.

Tear~

Suddenly, a sound like shredding paper sounded in the air, and then, a strange wave passed by, and Weir, who turned into a shadow, emerged from the darkness in an instant.

"Over there!"

"die!"

The cursed words turned into black sharp blades and crazily approached Weir. At the same time, there was the friction sound of countless metal blades cutting through the air.

The terrifying attack, which was like locusts crossing the border, even made Weier a little frightened.

He originally wanted to summon the Shadow Demon to block this wave of terrifying attacks, but it was not until the sharp blade was less than one meter in front of him that Weir was shocked to realize that the Shadow Demon had already lost its original power in the battle with Fiona.

Well, at least for the time being.

"Protect!" Subconsciously, Weir used pure magic power to open a half-height magic wall.

Tear~~

Weir only felt a pain in his shoulder, and in an instant, a putrid smell spread from his shoulder.

This is... undead poison!

…

There is no doubt that the weapons of these guys are poisonous weapons that cannot be ignored.

Although these toxins will not have a big impact in a short period of time, Weir is very aware of the consequences of the toxins of the undead.

Even though Weir has strong "anti-toxicity", this does not mean that Weir is completely immune to toxins. The longer the poisoning lasts, the more powerful the poison will become.

Looking at his completely discolored shoulders, Will jumped up from the ground like a spring.

You forced me to do this!

Thinking of this, a depth gathered in Weir's eyes, and several magic swords suddenly appeared beside him. The murderous intent that was so strong that it was almost tangible surged towards the guys who were chasing him like a wave crashing into the sky.

However--

Weir may have forgotten that this kind of mental attack has no effect on these guys at all.

"Depend on!"

Before Weir could figure out how to counterattack, ten steps away, the figures of those cursed knights became increasingly clear.

stand up.

…

"Sya!"

The words attached to the death curse struck again.

Just as Weir was slashing away the cursed knights at the front, a layer of gray-white mist directly enveloped Weir and the poet Feia.

"Ah!!! My head hurts so much!"

Screams suddenly sounded.

The pale-faced poet Fia almost slumped to the ground. She held her head feebly and her whole body twitched non-stop.

Glancing at the bard who looked like a puddle of mud, a trace of determination flashed across Will's face.

at this time--

In the distance, a dense explosion suddenly sounded, and at the same time, a shrill scream instantly echoed through the sky.

There was an angry roar in the air.

The sound was no better than the sound of a knife cutting glass.

At the same time as the sound sounded, a bright red eye about one meter suddenly opened above Weir.

The blood-red mist is wrapped around it, and the weird color seems to have something not good about it.

"Thief! I found you!"

The sound resounded throughout the forest with the blessing of magic power. Even though they were so far apart, the surrounding leaves also rustled down under the influence.

"Fire Slash!"

boom!

The pupils popped open in response.

However, at the moment when his pupils exploded, a strange red cloud began to spread in the forest.

This is……

Before Weir could figure out what was going on, the cursed knights suddenly raised their arms in the direction of Weir.

To be precise, it should be towards those red clouds.

When those cursed knights came into contact with this power, those guys suddenly roared like crazy.

"Uh uh uh……"

"Ahhh!"

In a louder roar, Weir suddenly found countless blood-red eyes focused on him.

The look in his eyes was like a pack of hungry wolves finding food.

Strength increase?!

"Servants, catch the poet!" a voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

Under the instructions of the Necromancer, the Cursed Knights began to run wildly in the direction of Weir.

Their goal...

Is it the poet Fia?

After rolling his eyes a few times, Weir directly picked up the poet Fia who was struggling on the ground.

"Let's go!"

After throwing himself a "Wind and Thunder Wing", Weir directly grabbed this "encumbrance" and ran out of the woods.

…

Behind him, darts and magic balls came like raindrops.

A magic sword was transformed into a magic sword to block the incoming attack, and Weir's originally not very rosy face was covered with sweat.

It was obvious that Weir, who was carrying a burden, was somewhat powerless under this kind of interference.

Putting aside those shiny green darts, the Black Knight's unique curse power of [Psychic Scream] is enough for Will to drink a pot - this is a curse power from the undead system, even for Will.

It cannot be said that I completely turned a blind eye to the stuff.

In addition to the Cursed Knight, the magical attack from the Necromancer made Weir even more stressed.

Under repeated obstructions, Weir's face became increasingly ugly, and even the magic wings behind him became almost transparent.

call out!

A strange voice sounded quietly behind Weir.

"Get down!"

Instinctively, Will spoke out as a warning.
To be continued...