Grandson of the Holy Emperor is a Necromancer

Chapter 160: 086. Ruppel Olfolse -4 (Part Two)

Ruppel’s eyes caught the sight of the gushing stream of divinity. A truly vast quantity of divinity was gathering in the palace. So vast, in fact, the gathering divinity swallowed up all the demonic energy Ruppel had emitted so far, and it was still able to spread out to the surrounding air without any hindrance whatsoever.

Just breathing alone made Ruppel feel that his lungs were burning away.

He couldn’t accurately figure out the location of the source of all that divinity. However, it was clear that somewhere within that palace, a large-scale divine magic was about to be activated.

“Insane son of a…!”

Goosebumps broke out all over Ruppel’s skin.

No matter how he cut it, the speed of divinity gathering up was just too quick. Could it be the sword king? No, it couldn’t be.

Maybe it was White Olfolse? But that couldn’t be it either.

Those two were physical-type warriors, after all. They wouldn’t do something as cumbersome as hiding away to gather extra divinity.

‘What does that mean then? Could there be someone else?’

Ruppel was dumbfounded.

He was quite confident of defeating all these people before his eyes, even if they attacked him at the same time. However, the monster busy gathering divinity somewhere within the palace was not an existence he could do anything about.

-King Rahamma was killed.

Ruppel recalled what Count Timong had told him earlier.

It can’t be…? It wasn’t White who killed King Rahamma?!

‘My plan… it’s all gone wrong!’

Ruppel’s original plan was to put on a servant’s attire so that no one would suspect him of anything, and then silently infiltrate the palace to abduct the Third Imperial Prince before leaving just as quietly.

He was fairly confident of pulling it off, too.

It was the same tactic he used six years ago back in the Theocratic Empire’s imperial palace, after all. Sure, Count Fomor did lend a helping hand back then, but Ruppel still managed to safely escape from the palace in the end.

That act alone was enough to deeply enrage White and ridicule the Theocratic Empire. He believed that he’d get to experience the same electrifying thrill he felt back then after successfully pulling off today’s feat.

Abducting the Third Imperial Prince should have been a far easier task than what he did back in the empire. But now, this…

‘Dammit, just what were the spies doing all this time?! Why couldn’t they have relayed the information of such a monster’s existence beforehand?!’

Ruppel screamed inside his head.

He realised that now wasn’t the time to fool around with a bunch of livestock. Indeed, he needed to escape from here immediately.

Ruppel cast his gaze to the ground. A portion of the blood swirling like a tornado around him scattered on the ground, creating rune letters.

He was planning to inscribe a warp magic circle taught to him by Count Timong.

However…

Once he sensed a presence rapidly closing in, he had to quickly raise his head.

Charlotte had already dashed in towards him by then. Her sword brimming full with divinity unleashed a powerful divine aura.

At the same time, the wind spirits Tina had summoned materialised all around Charlotte’s figure.

Winds enveloped her blade, and the combined attack slammed straight into the tornado of blood.

Her blade collided noisily against the swirling blood, easily shattering the latter and scattering it all over the place.

Ruppel winced a little, but a confidence-filled smile still crept up on his lips. “You can’t kill me with something weak like that.”

Along with a clump of extra demonic energy gathering up, the streams of blood rushed into Ruppel’s hand. But before he could do anything, a giant woodman pounded on top of him.

The creature’s hand made out of tree roots slammed down and blew apart the gathered blood.

“Tch…!”

Ruppel urgently leapt back to dodge. But his body was impaled by daggers connected to steel chains. The short but sharp blades dug deeply into his flesh; the hashashins were responsible for this round of attack, and they began pulling at the chains connected to the daggers.

Ruppel’s body staggered. His current body was a temporary housing put together without much care, and as such, he couldn’t exert much strength at all.

But he still managed to gather enough demonic energy to summon more streams of blood, severing the chains binding him. However, he had to frown during the process.

The flow of demonic energy wasn’t natural. No, it was quite unstable, actually. Ruppel cast his gaze at the world tree, and then at the royal palace.

‘How irritating!’

Mana oozed out from the world tree as divinity was gathering all around the palace itself – these two things were combining to create a disadvantageous situation for him right now.

The streams of blood continued to swirl madly around him in protective layers.

“Seriously, you are all so bloody annoying!”

The blood went crazy all of a sudden and lashed out violently. It split apart and curled like whips before smashing down in all directions.

The bodies of the woodmen were ruthlessly hacked apart by the blood whips; the exterior of the royal palace was cut and sliced apart whereas the garden was destroyed in an instant.

The hashashins hugged Tina and quickly evacuated from there, while Harman too stepped back from the arc of the attacks. As for Charlotte, she remained within the blood tornado and dodged the incoming attacks with barely any room to spare.

With every passing second, Ruppel’s anxiety level rose higher. Three minutes had passed by already. Not too long from now, White and Oscal Baldur should show up here.

Was that all?

No, he still hadn’t located the monster preparing for something major inside the royal palace yet, either. If all these individuals cooperated together, then Ruppel would get done in without being able to lift a single finger.

Seconds continued to tick by, and the word ‘death’ got driven into his head deeper and deeper.

Ruppel felt his breathing getting clogged up. His faintly-beating heart was now anxiously pounding away.

The fear of death – the fear of a full-stop being stamped on his false life – quickly took a hold of him.

‘No, I won’t die here.’

He couldn’t afford to die here yet. There were still too many things left for him to accomplish.

For instance, bringing down the Theocratic Empire, and then…

The one who made him this way, Crown Princess Consort Rose Darina, her son Ruppel, and the father who abandoned him, White Olfolse…

As well as every single Imperial Family member sharing some blood with him…

Until Ruppel had killed them all, he could not afford to die here today.

He quickly splashed some blood on the ground and finished drawing the magic circle for the warp spell. He didn’t care about the end coordinates anymore. It didn’t matter if the warp magic was going to be unstable, either.

He didn’t care where he’d end up, as long as he got to escape from here.

“Eeeyaa~, it’s really nice to finally meet you, older brother.”

The ground with the warp magic circle on it suddenly exploded into bits, and the echo of a gunshot rang out belatedly afterwards.

Ruppel watched his hand burn away and clamped his mouth shut.

As he stood there frozen, some words that distinctly sounded like the declaration of his death sentence drifted into his hearing.

“You know, I had no idea that we’d get to meet each other like this, big brother.”

Ruppel slowly raised his head up as cold sweat trickled down his face. That’s when he finally spotted a boy standing by the palace’s balcony looking at this side. On his right hand was a musket rifle, while on his left hand was a sinister-looking grimoire.

Fear rapidly dyed Ruppel’s eyes.

He finally found it. He found the source of the massive divinity.

All that stupendous amount of divinity was gathering on that one boy.

‘H-hold on. Is that human? Is he… really human?’

The boy looked fairly young.

He must’ve been just barely over seventeen years old. Yet, a young human like that was capable of wielding so much divinity?

What kind of a nonsensical bullsh*t was this?!

If one compared that boy to an undead that had to gather demonic energy for hundreds of years just to become decently stronger, then without a doubt, a monster like him should not be allowed to even exist in this world.

Ruppel became deeply terrified. His expression now genuinely resembled that of a frightened child. “What are you?! Just who… Who or what are you?!”

Ruppel cried out in sheer terror.

But his reaction only elicited a satisfied grin to break out on the face of the boy standing on the balcony. He leisurely opened his mouth. “Me? I’m your youngest brother, Allen Olfolse.”

“…”

“And I’m a very kind, generous brother who’ll take good care of your funeral arrangement. So…”

The boy closed the grimoire while saying that. And at the same time, a portion of the royal palace spectacularly crumbled.

A huge hand made out of bones gently lifted up the boy in its palm and raised him higher. Meanwhile, a deluge of holy water flooded out from the gaps of the crumbling Aslan royal palace.

A huge skull broke through the crumbling debris. And a noble-looking crown was adorning it. Its gigantic torso made out bones followed right after, then four equally-large bone hands showed up to complete the outer appearance of this holy undead.

Second Imperial Prince Ruppel stood there completely frozen as he bore witness to this unbelievable sight.

The previously-crimson moonlight vanished and the pristine, pale-blue light cast down to the ground below.

Divinity waves spread out around the palace’s surroundings, and the holy water filled up the ground like flood water breaking free from the levee.

Ruppel’s feet began burning away immediately after getting submerged in the holy water. He staggered unsteadily before falling to his knees.

He looked up at the upper torso of the massive skeleton king while the moon shining with purified light illuminated the giant from behind.

Ruppel gasped out in horror. “…Oh my dear god…”

The skeleton king extracted a huge sword from the lake of holy water. The sword made out of gold and bones was now firmly gripped in the giant undead’s hands.

The creature’s glowing eyes, seemingly burning in white flames, looked down at Ruppel as if the latter was just a minor annoyance.

As for the boy, Allen, he stood atop the skeleton king’s hand and spoke with a generous smile on his face.

“You can now be at peace and meet your end, dear big brother.”

< 086. Ruppel Olfolse -4 (Part One and Two) > Fin.

(TL: Only one chapter today.)