Weed Reincarnation ~ Carefully Raised in the Elf Village ~

Chapter 99-: Created Life and Dead Soldiers

(TL By GUST) 

(The first half is from Embla's point of view.)

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　In front of Embla's sight, there are many undead who are lying down.

　Due to the power of Bersol and others, the false life was given an end of destruction, and the undead stopped their activities as if they were sleeping, but their bodies have not lost their form.

　human-shaped object.

　Corpse.

　Build them into strength.

　Is treating human corpses like tools the same as Kyokoku?

　No, that's not true, thought Embla.

　Even though the soul had already returned to the circle of reincarnation, the thoughts of sorrow, anger, and hatred toward the religious country carved into the body were still there.

　regret.

　Or residual regret.

　A place to go to those who have no destination.

　A means of salvation for feelings that cannot be saved.

"Come on... let's begin the rescue."

““Yes, Ms. Embla.””

　Embla quietly declared, and the four subordinates scattered in the stone pillar forest nodded.

　They all have golden hair and jade eyes like Embla. They were not androgynous like Embla, men had masculine physiques and women feminine physiques and features. However, both of them have a neat appearance like elves.

　A group of two men and two women, dressed in white vestments.

　Those who were once ivy-shaped plant golems have evolved.

The male is "Dryad Uates, Astrologer of the Tree Spirits".

　The female is "Dryad Bard, the Bard of the Tree Spirits.

　--The two have evolved into two different types of druids.

　Both, like the druids as priests, bore the names of ranks in religious institutions, and their abilities were very similar to those of the embraces.

　Both had the same name for their rank in religious organizations, as did the priestly druid, and their abilities were very similar to those of the embras: auxiliary buffing and debuffing or healing.

　However, their abilities are still only one aspect of their original power.

　Their original ability, including Embla, is the ability to interfere with life.

　This ability manifested more conspicuously in Embla's unique skill, 『Made Life』.

"Clematis, Mashua, Ivy, Petrea, for me"

"""We understand"""

　Mashua nodded to Clematis, the man, and Petrea to Ivy, the woman.

　Their names were given to them by Sefi, the forest god, and it is unthinkable now to change their names. Specifically, the names "Tsutoro", "Tsutao", "Tsutako", and "Tsutami" are absolutely unacceptable.

　In any case, Embla shook his head as if to erase the name Tsutasaburo from his mind, transforming a part of his body――both of his legs into ivy and stretching them towards the stone pillar forest.

　Clematis, who also transformed their legs into ivy, also extended their ivy and 'assimilated' to join their extended ivy with their own.

　With this, five people, including Embla, can share [Magic Power] and [Vitality], as well as various skills.

"Come on, let's clear our regrets."

　The ivy grows forward and forward from the front edge of the stone grove.

　It hangs down to the ground, and like many ivy plants, it grows and erodes endlessly.

　The tip touches the corpses of many people.

　The tips of the ivy erode the flesh, pouring [Magic Power] and [Life Force] from there. In other words, those in the form of skills.

　Inherent Skill――『Made Life』

　It's a compound skill for interfering with life.

　By applying this skill, Embla can put various monsters under his control, albeit with restrictions. However, that is not the original usage of the skill.

　The essence of this skill is, as the name suggests, "creating life".

　God does not create immortal souls that cycle from death to life as they did. After all, mortals are nothing more than degraded products that imitate the work of gods.

　However, unlike ghost magic, it doesn't bind the will and use it as a tool.

　Created life has free will.

　And because of that, they can demonstrate their original power.

　The magical power and vitality that flowed into the corpse took in the residual thoughts that were there, contained a temporary soul, and began to move in order to dissolve the chagrin.

　--stand up.

"--aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"

　--call out. Like giving birth.

　One after another, here and there, the corpses stood up and began to move.

　They started running, and before the vines that were buried in their bodies were cut,

"-Blessings for the life that was born."

　The forest priest gives a blessing.

""Let's start out with a happy life.""

The forest astrologers Uates and his friends exorcise bad omens and proclaim good omens.

Hymn of joy to the life that is born.

　The bards of the forest sing a hymn of praise and wish them well in their short lives.

　Compound auxiliary magic--"Winter is over and spring is coming INVOLVED."

A warm song pours down that excites the body, the mind, and the soul.

　It enhances all abilities, speeds up magic and vitality regeneration, and speeds healing.

　--Started running.

　Those who were corpses until just a moment ago started running while screaming in delight.

　The destination is the army of the religious country.

　Retribution to those who killed themselves. Resentment, hatred, murderous intent—while screaming with joy at having an opportunity to avenge regrets.

"It's good to do it to your heart's content..."

　Looking down at them as they started running, Embla smiled like a loving father watching his child's hard work.

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　The corpses, given temporary souls by Embla, stood up, screamed, and began to run.

　Its movement draws a line with the undead golems of the religious country.

　

   Or rather, I can't think of it as an undead except for its appearance.

　They move quickly, and having received auxiliary magic on their bodies, they are probably demonstrating higher physical abilities than they were alive.

　And above all, they had residual thoughts――although it was based on regrets they had during their lifetime, they had free will.

"Don't ignore all the undead"

"For them, the undead are their compatriots, neighbors, and family members, so they only attack the people of the religious country."

　The elder's words are correct.

　They sewed through the undead that were still surging in, passed through the side of the basilisk's huge body, and ran towards the religious army that was positioned behind it. Perhaps the undead couldn't judge them as enemies, so they let them pass behind them without getting in their way.

　And soon after, they galloped like beasts and attacked the religious army.

The religious army formed a line and used long cylindrical weapons-magic guns to fire lead bullets at high speed to repel the approaching people.

　Those who were hit by lead bullets had their arms, legs, or even their heads blown off and were incapacitated, but there weren't that many of them.

　The magic gun's hit rate is low――it wasn't.

　In contrast, the movement of them - let's call them corpse soldiers - surpassed the imagination of the religious soldiers.

　Auxiliary magic of Embla cast on dead soldiers.

　It took their movements to the next level. The dead soldiers, most of whom were supposed to be ordinary people, ran like a strong man who raised their level, or like a wild beast, zigzagging with quick movements and changing directions without fear of bullets. continue.

　This alone will make it difficult to hit the bullet.

　In addition, it seems that there were originally high-level soldiers from the Vanaheim army, and such people attacked the religious army with even more fierce and quick movements.

　The desperate rush that spared no life caused a great deal of damage compared to the numbers.

　However, the number of Dead Soldiers is overwhelmingly small compared to the Religious Army. Even the temporarily crumbling battle line was immediately repaired by those in the back row. Neither the numbers nor the strength were sufficient to break the enemy's line of battle. As a whole, the damage was minor, and it was thought that it would end up as a counterattack that had no great meaning――but,

"Oi oi, you're using magic! !"

　I unintentionally let out a startled voice at the spectacle unfolding far ahead of my line of sight.

　Approximately 30% of the dead soldiers who attacked the religious army used magic.

　A ball of fire flies and explodes, a spear of earth springs out from the ground and skewers the enemy, and a blade of wind is released into a dense line of battle, fortunately slashing those that hit.

“Gyaaaaa!!”

“What are these guys!?”

"Why us!?"

　The religious soldiers screamed.

　Not just magic. The movement of dead soldiers is no less than that of the living, with wisdom and will. Some perform skillful battles that avoid enemy attacks, guide them, invite self-destruction, or weave feints into battle, while others run around the battlefield and exploit the enemy's openings.

"Hmm... You have the skills and wisdom you had during your lifetime. Combined with your life-saving fighting behavior, you have achieved tremendous results."

　Even the elders can't help but groan at the activities of the dead soldiers.

　The activities of the Dead Soldiers, who have the skills and wisdom of their lifetime and attack without fear of harming themselves, are tremendous.

　This result is better than expected.

　However--,

"It moved."

"Oh, of course, I'll respond right away."

　The Basilisk, which had been walking at an unexpected speed for its size, stopped.

　Then he swung his long, thick, strong tail, spinning in place—every ally.

"Gyaaaaaaaa~!!"

“Stop, stop!?”

　Blow away.

　A large number of undead, dead soldiers, and religious soldiers attacked by dead soldiers screamed while being repelled by a huge mass and blown away.

　The undead and dead soldiers who escaped severe damage rose to their feet, but some of the religious soldiers died, while others simply groaned on the spot.

Apparently, the enemy doesn't mind a little damage.

　More than that, did you hate being attacked by dead soldiers?

　A quick decision sounds good, but it's a ruthless decision.

"It would have been nice if the power of Bersol and Embla could be used on the Basilisk, but... is that impossible?"

　Nullify the enemy's control with the power of Bersol, and grant a temporary soul with the power of Embla. It would have been nice if I could have done that, but as expected, when it came to a big one like a basilisk, its control was so strong that I wouldn't let it go.

　The basilisk blew away the dead soldiers, but just when I thought it would pursue them as they slipped behind it, it turned around to the front - the stone pillar forest.

　Many of the dead soldiers who were blown away were safe, but as a result of being blown apart, they were being destroyed one by one here and there. They probably decided that the pursuit by the basilisk was no longer necessary.

"……too fast"

　I muttered while feeling impatient.

　Their tactics should have been to push the undead to the front and reduce the wear and tear of the religious soldiers.

　Its essence probably hasn't changed even now, but at the same time, it should have been a plan to make sure that the Basilisk was behind the scenes and attacked Bifrost.

　He probably decided that the undead would be neutralized and changed his tactics. First, to destroy the stone pillar forest that is in the way.

　It was too troublesome for our side, who wanted to buy time. It would have been nice if he had shown some leeway and saved it for later.

"-Gugyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"

　The lizard king with cloudy eyes lets out a high-pitched, cracked cry.

　While kicking the undead at his feet, he fiercely rushed towards the stone pillar forest.

　I still didn't have a way to stop it.

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