Chapter 677 I'm A Zombie?
Chapter 677 I’m A Zombie?
“You’re the current Zombie Lord?” The General shouted in surprise.
“Zombie Lord? I don’t think that’s a name I’ve ever heard used in reference to myself, but if that is what you call the head of the Noxus Family, then I suppose that I am.” Wolfe agreed.
lightsnοvεl “You look… healthy… for a Noxus Patriarch.” The General commented slowly.
“Oh, you think I’m an undead. No, I can assure you that I am quite alive, and intend to remain that way for the foreseeable future. In fact, I’ve taken measures to ensure that I remain that way.” Wolfe replied.
“How does one even do that? Even at my level, death is inevitable. Not soon to arrive, but eventually, it will come for everyone.” The Demon King asked.
“Did you meet the Immortal Saint while he was here?” Wolfe asked, and the Demon King nodded.
“I am using the same basic method that he did.”
The King smiled, while the General looked even more concerned.
“We had an agreement with the Undying Saint on behalf of his people that they wouldn’t attack us.” The General informed them.
“If you will recall, you attacked me, not the other way around. We are here to discuss if I went too far in retaliation.” Wolfe replied in an even tone.
They might have been attacking the Palace, but Wolfe was in it, and he was pretty sure he could argue the semantics until they gave up and decided that they wanted nothing more to do with him.
The replacement for the Cardinal came over a few seconds later, marching with a sense of purpose, but when he saw the pale look on the General’s face, he faltered for a moment to reassess the situation.
“Greetings Archbishop. I am Patriarch Wolfe Noxus, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Wolfe welcomed their new fourth member. If the General hadn’t known that he was from the Noxus Family, and had only known that he was a Magi, then this man likely didn’t know either.
The Archbishop looked distinctly uncomfortable with that news, and frowned at the General.
“Where do we stand right now? I couldn’t get much useful information out of the Cardinal, he was too angry when he arrived back at the column.”
The General sighed and looked from the Archbishop to Wolfe and back again. “The Patriarch considers the matter settled, as we left after we realized that he was here and annoyed with our attack. The Cardinal definitely does not appreciate the Patriarch’s sense of humour, and from the side conversations that we have had while waiting, it would seem that he does really have the primary skills of the Noxus Patriarchs, though he himself is not an undead.”
“Might I interject? Why does everyone think that I should be undead? Is it really that easy to kill a Magi Patriarch?” Wolfe asked.
Both of the humans gave Wolfe a confused look.
“Are you perhaps from a branch family?” The Archbishop asked.
“No. From the main family, or what remains of it after the war with the Witches.” Wolfe replied.
The Demons already knew of that, though they had said that these humans didn’t know about Wolfe’s home world, so the location might not be common knowledge.
“We were informed that there were no more living members of any of the Magi Families to pass on the lineages of the Noble houses, so naturally we assumed that if there was a Patriarch here, as had been implied, then it must be an undead of some sort.
Plus, your Noxus Family is somewhat notorious for inflicting the undead upon others as a learning experience and a twisted form of immortality.” The Archbishop replied.
He had a point. If someone demanded that he make them immortal, hitting them with [Necrosis] and turning them into a zombie was likely to be his response. Though, if they had some magical power, there was a chance that they would turn into the more powerful forms of undead, like the Lich that he had seen leading the undead forces out of the Frozen Wastes with the last monster tide.
Wolfe wondered what had happened to that thing. He hadn’t killed it, only chased it away, so it was likely still wandering about somewhere, with a small army of undead, looking for something that had long since ceased to exist.
The General and the Archbishop whispered back and forth for a few minutes, before the General nodded his head.
“We accept that you are not above the Ranks prohibited from joining the battle, and that while your actions will be seen as unreasonable by our army, they are primarily a difference of capabilities. What we ask is that you can prove that it was you, using only your own abilities, that created the damage that was seen during the battle.” The General informed them.
Wolfe nodded. “That is acceptable. In fact, I have brought my lucky staff with me, just in case you asked.”
He gestured to the rifle leaning against the table, and the others began to examine it closely. There didn’t seem to be anything too unusual about it, just layers of a couple of common spells.
“That is the magical device that did so much damage to our people? It doesn’t look like much.” The Archbishop commented.
“In most peoples hands, it wouldn’t do much. But I have a particular affinity for inscriptions placed on unique items, you see. That turns a rather simple weapon into an incredibly deadly one.”
Wolfe considered how this should best be done, then removed the magazine from the weapon and created a new one with plain bullets. The General and Archbishop watched carefully as he worked, looking impressed by his craftsmanship.
Then Wolfe put the weapon on the table between them.
“There is a very nice rock over there, do you see it? If the King will kindly put a barrier over it, I will ask you to fire the weapon at the rock as fast as you can. There are two spells on the rifle, [Wind Blades] and [Impact]. They’re not as flashy as [Cluster Grenades] but they should get the point across.
Once you have fired, I will make another batch of ammunition and show you the difference when I use it instead.” Wolfe explained.