I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

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Honestly, even if things go well, he doesn’t seem to be the type to show off, but…

Ian’s gaze, which was shrugging off, suddenly turned towards the ceiling.

Unusual magical power was surging through the spell circuit, which was why.

Has it begun?

Ian stood up while recalling his memories.

The moment he turned to look at the rocky wall with his mace in hand.

“What, what…?!”

Doubtful voices erupted from Philip and Miguel’s direction.

Only now did Ian feel the condensed magical power behind him.

Due to the magical power of the spell circuit, he could only realize it late.

However, the narrowing of Ian’s forehead was due to the sound of debris strewn on the floor vibrating and resonating.

‘That’s already…?’

The moment Ian turned around.

The debris began to be sucked into the passage behind them as if drawn by magnetism.

A cluster of debris gathered in a blink of an eye, filling the passage completely.

A mass made of bones and flesh.

As it started to wriggle as if it were alive, Ian’s gaze cooled down sharply.

‘Residue of death.’

A non-humanoid creature, a non-regular monster that’s literally an undead hunter, was created much earlier than in the game.

‘I think it was just before I entered the crossroads. Is it because enough bodies have gathered?’

Like a dog.

While Ian frowned, he suddenly turned around.

“What’s that crazy… Huh?!”

Creak-

Miguel, who had been sighing with a pale face, jerked his shoulders in surprise.

The stone wall blocking the way had started to descend.

Countless eyes were shimmering beyond it.

A wry smile formed at the corner of Ian’s mouth.

“It looks like someone’s determined, damn it…”

Maeve said with a stern face.

“I think I have to deal with that monster, Ian.”

Ian nodded briefly.

That’s what he was hoping for.

“Don’t try to kill it, just hold it back. I’ll clear the way.”

“It’s, it’s coming, Sir!”

Philip’s shout followed.

The residue of death was crawling towards the group.

Strictly speaking, it was collapsing towards the group.

The bones and flesh above were pouring forward, moving.

It wasn’t hard to imagine what would happen if they were swept into that pile.

Maeve lowered her face veil.

“You stay in the center of the formation.”

She commanded, then charged.

Ian’s leap over the nearly lowered wall was almost simultaneous.

Whish-!

The undead were getting dangerously close in an instant.

From skeleton warriors in leather armor to skeleton knights in ancient elven armor. Even ghoul soldiers who were estimated to have died relatively recently.

Everything that should have been deeper inside was gathered here.

‘The legion was already complete.’

That was the case.

Ian swung his mace at the skull warrior’s helmet.

The rusty helmet caved in, and the skull underneath shattered into pieces.

By the time he was about to crumble, Ian was already striking the next undead.

He had saved his strength, giving him room to move freely.

And now, he didn’t even need to target their heads.

With the wind blade surrounding him, Ian focused on clearing the way.

He had already begun to see the end.

As long as he didn’t miss the shortcut to the fork in the road, he could rush to the Dark Mage in no time.

A variable appeared in that plan soon after.

Heehee-

Laughter echoed in his ears.

A chilling sound that involuntarily resurrected forgotten memories.

‘No, damn it, why is that here again?’

Ian’s head snapped in the direction of the sound.

A phantom with disheveled hair was floating in the spacious chamber’s ceiling.

It had nothing to do with the lake quite a distance away, where a man sucked out souls and a woman drowned people and possessed them as lake spirits.

There was only one reason for that thing to be here.

‘So that bastard was connected to this place too.’

He had basically dragged it out of its lair.

Ian looked back at the phantom after defeating the undead blocking the way.

But it had already disappeared.

There was a sense of presence above him.

Teehee-

“…!”

Ian reflexively jumped up and swung his mace.

The mace hit the creature precisely, but he felt no sensation.

It was only natural, since physical attacks wouldn’t affect it.

He just intended to drive it away.

“What the hell was that again?!”

Miguel’s voice came with disbelief at the disappearing phantom he had found.

Ian just furrowed his brow, not bothering to retort.

Behind them was the residue of death. Ahead was the wave of undead. Above was the phantom.

There were a bunch of insignificant creatures all gathered in one place.

And they weren’t even having fun separately.

Teehee-

The phantom that suddenly appeared far ahead of him laughed.

A bluish magical power emanated from its disheveled hair like mist.

The moment the bluish light began to permeate the undead’s eyes, it was followed by a bluish hue.

For a moment, the undead creatures that had been zapped were seized by violent spasms, moving with swifter and more agile motions.

“It’s causing turmoil.”

Ian struck at the skeletal warriors rushing towards him.

He knew that even killing them like this would only increase the bulk of the residue, but he had no other choice.

He had to clear a path as quickly as possible to push these damned creatures away.

It was the moment Ian raised his magical power.

Teehee-

The laughter of the phantom behind him echoed.

“…!”

Ian’s eyes sparked as he looked behind him.

The phantom had manifested itself directly above Philip and Miguel’s heads.

His nerves tensed.

Every detail around him registered in an instant.

The two guys noticed the phantom , due to being preoccupied.

Maeve who showed no hesitation in using whatever divine power she had to slow down the advance of the residue.

The phantom lowered its hands covering its face.

And the bluish magical power that surged into its deeply sunken eye sockets.

He was clearly about to deliver a fatal blow.

A skill that not only caused damage but also induced a lasting confused state.

Ian’s conclusion was as swift as his recognition.

If he couldn’t stop this, both Philip and Miguel would die.

“Cover your ears! Right now!”

Ian’s pupils turned red as he shouted.

Translator; ippo

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