The snow was covered with ice and blood, and the corpses of the decapitators covered the clearing, and even though the sense of smell was almost completely paralyzed by the cold, the smell of blood could still be smelled.

Gulliver, with his axe in hand, took a few steps back for the first time since the start of the battle. Gazing at the "man" who came out of the cave.

What appeared in his sight was a man who was two meters tall and festered all over his body.

The guy had huge arms like claws, and legs with exposed tendons, and although he looked like some kind of wild man, the fur clothes on his body still revealed his identity:

"The inhabitants of Ostown? No, it's the 'walking dead'. ”

Gulliver said as he took a step back and continued to look at the fellow:

The man's face was torn and broken, revealing pink muscles. The huge eyes have no whites and are covered in pure black, and the nose is simply two bloody holes. In contrast, his mouth is much more normal, if you ignore the fact that there is no chin.

- Although he didn't know much about dark magic, Gulliver had several necromancers executed when he was an executioner. One of the women's crimes was "making a walking corpse".

At the time, I didn't know what the walking corpse was, but now I finally saw the real thing.

"Roar!"

The walking corpse, which exudes an immensely evil feeling just by looking at it, growls angrily at Gulliver—no, the voice is not directed at him.

"Save ...... Help me! Help me......"

A remnant of the Morans Empire, limp on the ground, was grabbed by the walking corpse with his claws. The poor soldier struggled and let out a terrible cry, but it was too late.

"Click!"

It's not the sound of cutting, it's the sound of tearing. The soldier wearing heavy armor was directly torn in two by the walking corpse.

"Uh-huh."

Looking at the torn soldier in his hand, the walking corpse made a sound that he didn't know what he wanted to say, and then ripped off the soldier's right leg and stuffed it into his own jawless mouth,

The scene in front of him, which might cause ordinary people to have a mental breakdown, did not feel the slightest discomfort for Gulliver, who was used to seeing death, but-

"It's better to solve it as much as possible."

Seeing that the walking corpse was about to "finish eating", before he could grab the next soldier, Gulliver had already rushed forward, swung "Andrea", and slashed at the filthy and ugly head of the walking corpse.

- This ugly strange man looked hungry, and it would be bad if he waited until he had eaten a few more people and recovered his strength. Dealing with him right now is the right thing to do.

The silver-white blade of the axe tore through the air and streaked pale light, and the walking corpse retreated with a speed that did not match the size of his body, and the "food" in his hand that he had no time to recover was once again cut in two and fell to the snow.

"Roar!"

Seeing that the "food" was destroyed, the walking corpse raised its head to the sky and let out an angry roar, and then strode forward, stretching out its claws and grabbing Gulliver's body.

"It's naïve."

For a murderous executioner, such a simple and brutal attack is like an act of sending people to death.

Even if the enemy is a brutal corpse, Gulliver has a way to kill him as long as it is still moving. Because-

"I am...... O executioner. ”

Facing the walking corpse that stretched out his hand to grab him, Gulliver still stood in place, with no intention of dodging at all. Instead, he swung the giant axe in his hand directly at the right arm of the walking corpse!

The rounded Andrea drew a hearty semicircular arc of light in the air, and a slash of incomparable weight hit the walking corpse's upper arm. The claws, which were still outstretched, flew forward and fell on the snow, and after a few convulsions, they never moved again.

"Uhh

The walking corpse, whose right arm had been severed, roared again, and then kicked Gulliver in the body. However, Gulliver, who had already seen through the enemy's attack methods, had already raised his battle axe in front of him at this time.

"Click!"

The walking corpse's right leg was sliced open from the center of the foot, revealing pale bones and rotting muscles.

A walking corpse with a discarded leg fell to its knees and let out a furious roar. But even so, he didn't give up the struggle, and waved his remaining left hand again.

"Are you just going to scream? Useless garbage. Gulliver spat to the side and raised the "Andrea" in his hand to perform the final execution of the enemy:

"Die."

A flash of silver light flashed, and the head of the walking corpse was cut off, falling to the ground and rolling twice.

But, just when Gulliver breathed a sigh of relief—

The walking corpse that had lost its head was still able to make a move, grabbed Gulliver directly with his left hand, and lifted him in front of his broken neck.

Realizing that his head was gone, and that he could not eat the enemy, the walking corpse's hands clenched. Gulliver's whole body also began to feel severe pain of oppression.

"Damn."

Even an experienced executioner has never seen an opponent who can attack without a head.

Gulliver immediately began to struggle, and with great difficulty, he finally broke free with his right hand of the great axe, and then immediately swung it at the body of the walking corpse.

After the blow, the walking corpse's body was directly cut in two, and it was only then that its left hand finally lost its strength and threw Gulliver to the ground.

But the executioners, who had just escaped death, were now completely unable to rest. He immediately rushed forward and swung his tomahawk again at the walking corpse that had fallen to the ground.

-- For such an enemy that is beyond common sense and may be resurrected at any time, the only way to be at ease is to chop it into pieces.

Even if his usual job is to decapitate with one blow, Gulliver doesn't hate this cruel killing method:

"I'm sorry."

Slash at the rotting "giant" until the creature is completely shredded and has no hope of resurrection. Gulliver finally stopped attacking.

Then he heard a hoarse male voice from the cave:

"I have destroyed my creation, but I will pay for it."

The moment the voice sounded, Gulliver immediately turned his gaze to the gloomy cavern, and could only see a figure standing there with a purple dark light all over his body, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

"Are you the necromancer who created the walking corpse?" Gulliver asked coldly.

"I'll show you the real magic of ruining miè."

The figure obscured by the purple light stepped forward and stood next to the several Morans Imperial soldiers who were still slumped on the ground, and raised their right hand, lighting up a frozen black light.

Seeing this light, Gulliver, who had planned to rush up to kill, suddenly realized that the situation was not good.

- The magic that the necromancer was unleashing had a strange sensation that made the scalp tingle, and if he was really hit by this magic, it would be questionable whether he would be able to leave the whole body behind.

The other party's magic doesn't seem to need to be chanted, it has been formed almost instantly, and Gulliver, who has nowhere to escape, can only grab a relatively intact corpse under his feet and block it in front of him as a shield-

“……”

The earth-shattering loud noise in the imagination did not appear, and the terrifying destruction of miè magic did not make any sound, but eliminated the original cold wind howling.

But it's not just the sound that's being eliminated.

"It's ......"

Before Gulliver could say anything, the whole person fell into the endless dark abyss.