The magic caster who followed him nodded deeply. Fluder repeated his warning every time he came here. Even though they knew what was in there, their expression didn’t ease.
Sealed in here was the ultimate undead. If it was unleashed, there was no question a horrible tragedy would befall the Empire.
Several people started casting protection spells. It wasn’t just physical defense spells, they cast mental protection magic too. After ample preparation time, Fluder looked at his disciples once again to gauge their resolve.
After nodding, he chanted the unsealing spell.
With the power of the spell, the heavy door opened slowly with a ‘gong’.
Something akin to cold air spilled out from the dark interior, and several of the disciples tightened their shoulders due to the cold. Even with magic items to protect against the environment, the hatred for life from the thing inside was enough to send a chill down their spine.
The sound of someone gulping was exceptionally loud.
“Let’s go.”
In response to Fluder’s voice, the disciples made multiple magic illumination lights, driving away the darkness within the room. The receding darkness seemed to be hiding outside the light, making the surrounding even darker— that’s how it felt.
With Fluder taking the lead, the group walked towards the room where the aura of death lingered.
Part of the reason was its narrowness, and the room was illuminated immediately by the magical lights.
What lay within was a giant pillar that reached the ceiling. That tombstone-like object was very prominent. However, there was something bound by chains that drew even more attention.
It was completely bound by chains that were thicker than a thumb. The ends of the chains were secured by boulders, and large cast iron balls were tied to each of its limbs.
It was impossible for any being to move in such a situation. These excessive restraints reflected how wary they were of this opponent. That was why some of the group were still uneasy despite seeing the thick chains. They were certain that this being could shatter its bonds and gain freedom easily.
It had the appearance of a knight wearing a black full plate armour, but the armor was very different compared to the equipment of humans.
The first prominent feature was its massive body. Its height was easily over two meters.
Next would be its black full plate armour. On it were engravings that reminded people of blood vessels, and spikes that symbolized violence were everywhere. Demon-like horns sprouted from its helmet, and the face could be clearly seen. Inside the helmet was a rotten face. The hollow eye sockets glowed bright red from its hatred of the living and its thirst for carnage.
That was not a living being, but something dead. That was the only way it was possible for it to radiate such hatred for the living.
“Death… Knight.”
One of the disciples who had come here for the first time mumbled the name of the legendary undead. Having been relegated to the realm of legends, the name of this undead was not well known.
The red glow in the eyes of the Death Knight glimmered, its gaze seemed to be licking the magic casters before it. No, the instantaneous action shouldn’t be noticeable at all. However, the aura that made them tremble gave the magic casters the illusion it was looking at them.
The ones accompanying them could at least use 3rd tier magic, a group of elites, but right now, they couldn’t stop their teeth from rattling.
Even with the mental protection spells in place, the fear didn’t stop welling up. The fact that no one had attempted to run away showed that the magic was still effective.
“—Control your will. A weak soul will be greeted with death.”
Fluder warned as he approached the Death Knight. In response, the Death Knight unleashed its bloodlust and exerted strength through its limbs.
The chain creaked as if they were moaning, but its body only moved slightly.
Fluder reached out towards the Death Knight.
Magical light drove back the darkness, and the sound of Fluder chanting magic echoed. A modified version of ‘Summon Undead 6th Tier’, Fluder’s original magic.
“—Obey.”
The magic was cast—As though it was melting into the surroundings, Fluder’s soft voice withered away.
In contrast, the eyes of the Death Knight were still filled with the hatred of the living. Anyone could tell the spell was a failure.
“...We still can’t control it, huh.”
Fluder’s voice was filled with regret. Even after five years, he could not establish control over this undead.
This monster had been discovered in the Kattse Plains, where the undead roamed.
A squad of the Empire’s knights encountered and engaged it as part of their purging mission, even though they had never seen this type of undead before. Seconds later, they realized this was out of their league. The faces of the Empire Knights, known for their discipline and strength, were filled with terror and despair.
An overwhelmingly one sided fight—the opponent was too strong.
After mowing down dozens of knights like grass, the knights realized the limit of their abilities and started to retreat.
And of course, they couldn’t leave a monster like that alone. Especially after they witnessed the killed knights turning into undead ghouls, it was easy to imagine the spreading damage if they gave their opponent time.
After a series of debate, the top leaders of the Empire decided to send in their ace— the greatest combat unit of the Empire, Fluder and his disciples.
And the result was the capture of the Death Knight, with Fluder and his team obtaining victory. However, Fluder only won because the Death Knight did not have any way of countering flight magic. By utilizing carpet bombing—repeatedly throwing ‘Fire Ball’ from above— to weaken the Death Knight’s movement and defeated it. Captivated by its power, Fluder captured and transported it to this place.
Right now, it was bound by multiple spells, magic items and methods— They invested in all sorts of ways to dominate the undead just because Fluder wanted to control this Death Knight.
“What a pity… If I can control it, I will surpass that magic caster and become the greatest ever in history.”
Surpassing one of the Thirteen Heroes, the necromancer Rigrit Bers Coural. Surpass her by leaps and bounds.
Actually, Fluder wasn’t obsessed with the pursuit of power. What he was after was to peer into the abyss of magic. This was just a process towards his ultimate goal.