I am the king of the dead.
I don't know why I exist and what to do.
I was just sleeping.
That's it.
But someone woke me up.
troublesome.
And some of them commanded me.
T ran s la t e d b y jp m t l .co m Open the seal of the land.
An irresistible order binds me.
Frustrating.
At the same time, I thought it was just good because there was no purpose.
I gather subordinates.
I feel like I had tens of thousands of troops before going to sleep ...
I don't remember well.
Tra n sla t e d by Jpm t l .c o m What, subordinates are everywhere.
If you order one, the soil will be human ...
Yeah, it looks weak.
It's not just a force.
After all, subordinates must be strong.
I know how to arrange such subordinates for some reason.
A corpse.
If you make a corpse, it has overwhelming power than one made of earth.
It is even better if the corpse had a strong power before birth.
Then you have to start collecting corpses ...
I wonder what.
I am the king.
Isn't it embarrassing to roam for a corpse?
It's embarrassing.
Yeah, definitely embarrassing.
...... T r an slat e d by Jpm tl.com
I was in trouble.
The pride that cannot be discarded is sparse because no one is watching.
However, he is king even if he dies.
It is a king even if it rots.
The king cannot claim his pride.
......
Leaving the king for a moment, gathering in the meantime, and becoming a new king ...
It is useless.
I feel it must not be done.
Anyway.
If you don't collect your subordinates, you can't seal it.
......
Can't you?
Can you do it alone?
T r a nslate d b y jpmtl .com Because I'm the king.
......
"Fuhahahahahahahaha"
......
It was useless.
Soil, hard.
Dig with magic, but inefficient.
My magic is specializing in living things.
Another limit.
...... Oh!
Am I stupid!
Look around the subordinates of the soil you first ordered.
The soil has disappeared as much as the soil has become human.
The remaining magical power turns the soil into a human form.
Although it seems to be weak, soil has disappeared as much as it has become human.
This is it. T r a nslat e d by jpm tl .c o m
Alright, let's make a subordinate of the soil from one end that has recovered the magic power.
He seems to be a subordinate of the soil, but looks reasonable as long as the numbers are equal.
Two hundred.
Yeah, not bad.
And their subordinates dig a hole little by little.
Yes Yes.
Hard worker.
The downside is that I'm a little lonely because I'm silent.
Anyway, I continued to dig the hole down.
The advantage is that there is no need for food or sleep including me.
I always kept digging.
Still it took years.
On the way, it was sad that some of my subordinates were melted by the seeping groundwater.
I can't forget the sense of unity when crushing hard rocks with my magic.
When heavy rain continued and the side of the hole collapsed, I thought it was no good.
However, the hole was dug to the desired depth.
Yeah, why did you realize this depth?
......
I do not think that I do not understand even if I think.
Next we will dig sideways.
The direction is ... this one.
I understand why.
It also took years.
But he has reached a place with a large black rock.
This is one corner of the seal.
Same as this ... how many more?
It is felt that there are several.
Anyway, I should break this ...
Now, I feel like breaking this.
Break them all at once.
Otherwise, it seems that disturbers are coming.
Why do you think about this?
Is it the will of those who commanded me?
After all, I do not understand even if I think.
I do not think that I do not understand.
I am the king.
You don't have to worry about anything extra.
He dug and found a dead body, aiming for the next sealed rock.
There was a cavity deep underground, where there were a large number of human corpses.
I wonder what this cavity is, but the corpse is more important than that.
Time has passed.
One hundred years, not two hundred years.
It is probably a thousand years old bone.
But I feel the power.
I ordered the corpse without hesitation.
Death knight.
Oops.
That's amazing.
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