I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 13 (2)

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At Philips mixed exclamation and question, Ian let out a heavy sigh. Its a curse on all humans who have set foot on this land. It says they wont be free even in death.

Such ominous words. Groaning, Philip grabbed his head in response to the next roar. Sir? Is this something different?

Of course, its a spell. Ian replied dryly, turning his head toward the grave. Get out of there right now. Soon the corpses will come back to Seeing the mercenaries, he stopped talking. They were no longer normal, with wild eyes and demented laughter.

While everyone else was in disarray, Miguel picked up the fallen dagger and ran toward them. Hey, you bastards! Come over here right now!

Ians warning had become reality. Limbs popped out of the tomb, crawling out of the ground in an instant. The revived dead contorted their limbs grotesquely and rushed at the mercenaries right in front of them. The mercenaries came to their senses belatedly, screaming as gaping mouths and limbs mercilessly covered them. With all their armor and weapons thrown to the side, they had no means of resistance against the biting and chewing of the ghouls.

Miguel screamed and threw himself forward, picking up a dagger that had fallen to the ground. No! You ungrateful bastards!

What should we do, Sir? Philip asked, deep in thought.

Instead of answering, Ian tightened his grip on his sword. His gaze turned toward Durlahan with the calm eyes no longer showing any anticipation. The result was different from what he had expected, but he was accustomed to such sudden situations. At the very least, he had to divert their attention first.

Maeve spoke coolly. As promised, Ill yield the vanguard. She turned to look at Philip, Philip, assist them.

Philips eyes widened in surprise. Are you saying I have to do it alone? Maeve was already gone, spurring her horse ahead. Philip looked back at Ian as if expecting help, but Ian paid him no attention.

Please, get rid of me before I die, Sir. Resigned, Philip left a plea and dashed away.

Ian let out a small chuckle. A bit melodramatic. Ian thought the ghouls were weaker than they seemed.

Even though everything was in chaos, he focused calmly on the charging Maeve. He wanted to confirm her true strength first. Since they were fighting on horseback, he wanted to avoid a prolonged battle. He needed to understand her capabilities to make a suitable plan. Though the situation had changed, he had no intention of yielding even a fraction of the spoils.

Beyond the blue light entwined in Maeves sword, the figure of Dullahan became clear a calm, burning black knight. When facing such a monster, Maeve had no choice but to reveal her true strength.

The moment Maeve passed the midpoint of the hill, her silhouette swayed. Dullahan charged right in front of Maeve. Along the ridge of the hill, black thorns rose and just as she was about to pierce through with her horse, she extended her sword.

A blue flash split the thorns in two. Amidst the scattered vine barrier, Maeve, filled with divine power, shot forward like a beam of light and collided with Dullahan. A blue trail pierced through Dullahan, reaching the opposite side of the hill. Amidst the scattered trail, the silhouette that had been struck by the divine power revealed its ragged form.

Ian finally let out a bitter laugh. It might take some time, but at this rate, Maeve could handle Dullahan on her own. He had made a decision on how to deal with Dullahan. It wasnt his usual preferred method, Why not try it now? With a swift motion, Ian swung his sword and severed Andorfs head, hanging from the saddle. Immediately after, he whipped the reins.

This wont be easy. Maeve muttered. At the moment of impact, the weight transmitted felt unusually light. It was then that a hissing sound like that of a snakes breath reached her from behind. Instantly, Maeve twisted her body on the saddle, the horse moved as if they were one, creating a rapid turn that would have been impossible under normal circumstances.

Maeve swung her sword right away, a blue spark erupted in front of her as she cut off the black shape that flew toward her. The horse recoiled, kicking up dirt. The scattered trail evaporated and disappeared in an instant. In its place, a few pieces of black bone were left behind.

The bone fragments gathered and flew in one direction, sucked into Dullahans silhouette rushing towards them. Dullahan had returned to his original form as if the piercing had never happened. Although it still looked like a silhouette, it was not shrouded in darkness this time, but it was showing its true appearance, a conglomerate of curses and grudges.

It was running parallel to Maeve, but even its hoofbeats were inaudible. The black trail that had returned to its original form enveloped Dullahan. In his hand was a whip, an extraordinarily long-ranged one at that. The creature roared and thorns sprang up along Maeves path.

Maeve lowered her body and her horse deftly maneuvered left and right, avoiding the thorns, but she couldnt avoid them all. Maeve expelled the divine power stored in her sword, slicing through several thorns blocking her path. As the shattered thorns evaporated, a black whip flew through the gap, aiming for Maeves forehead. With no time to retrieve her sword, Maeve tilted her upper body to evade.

Immediately after passing her, the whip, like a snake, twisted back towards her. Maeve swiftly raised her left arm, the whip wound around her forearm with the sound of metal grinding against metal. Blue sparks erupted as the magical power imbued in the whip pierced through even the divine power coating her gauntlet. Maeve clenched her teeth and held onto the sword.

With a sudden gust of wind, the whip that had been taut lost its strength. The magic that had coated her arm dissipated like a haze. Maeve clenched a falling bone fragment in her hand and instinctively turned her gaze. Ian! Her voice carried an unconscious relief.

Beyond the scattering thorns, Ian, who had cut off the whip and swiftly passed by, came into view. He looked back at her, his voice, infused with magic, pierced through her ears. Come at me again, with all your might. Ian turned without waiting for an answer. The whip fell, now useless to the ground.

Maeves gaze returned to Dullahan who was now focused on the sudden intruder. Her sword regained its glow, the divine power on her armor sharpened, and strength surged through her body. Her horses erratic breathing stabilized. Maeve tightened the reins with all her might and her horse ran without fear.

Dullahan, who had been chasing Ian, drew close. Maeve released her divine power with her determination and collided with Dullahan. Dullahan shattered into pieces once again. Even though she had pierced it once more, Maeve narrowed her eyes. Another failure- This time was just as light as before.

But then, the sound of Iains hooves reached her ears. Ian charged into the mangled form of Dullahan, his sword imbued with magical power flashed for an instant and in a sharp arc cut into the creature.

As Maeve watched, Dullahans silhouette evaporated like a mirage. All that remained in the air were the small pieces Iain had cut off. Immediately after, Iain leaped off the saddle, holding his sword with both hands above his head, he swung it downward.

Crash!

TL: Selwinkat

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