It had the appearance of a knight wearing a black full plate armour, but the armor was very different compared to the equipment of humans.
The first prominent feature was its massive body. Its height was easily over two meters.
Next would be its black full plate armour. On it were engravings that reminded people of blood vessels, and spikes that symbolized violence were everywhere. Demon-like horns sprouted from its helmet, and the face could be clearly seen. Inside the helmet was a rotten face. The hollow eye sockets glowed bright red from its hatred of the living and its thirst for carnage.
That was not a living being, but something dead. That was the only way it was possible for it to radiate such hatred for the living.
“Death… Knight.”
One of the disciples who had come here for the first time mumbled the name of the legendary undead. Having been relegated to the realm of legends, the name of this undead was not well known.
The red glow in the eyes of the Death Knight glimmered, its gaze seemed to be licking the magic casters before it. No, the instantaneous action shouldn’t be noticeable at all. However, the aura that made them tremble gave the magic casters the illusion it was looking at them.
The ones accompanying them could at least use 3rd tier magic, a group of elites, but right now, they couldn’t stop their teeth from rattling.
Even with the mental protection spells in place, the fear didn’t stop welling up. The fact that no one had attempted to run away showed that the magic was still effective.
“—Control your will. A weak soul will be greeted with death.”
Fluder warned as he approached the Death Knight. In response, the Death Knight unleashed its bloodlust and exerted strength through its limbs.
The chain creaked as if they were moaning, but its body only moved slightly.
Fluder reached out towards the Death Knight.
Magical light drove back the darkness, and the sound of Fluder chanting magic echoed. A modified version of ‘Summon Undead 6th Tier’, Fluder’s original magic.
“—Obey.”
The magic was cast — As though it was melting into the surroundings, Fluder’s soft voice withered away.
In contrast, the eyes of the Death Knight were still filled with the hatred of the living. Anyone could tell the spell was a failure.
“…We still can’t control it, huh.”
Fluder’s voice was filled with regret. Even after five years, he could not establish control over this undead.
This monster had been discovered in the Kattse Plains, where the undead roamed.
A squad of the Empire’s knights encountered and engaged it as part of their purging mission, even though they had never seen this type of undead before. Seconds later, they realized this was out of their league. The faces of the Empire Knights, known for their discipline and strength, were filled with terror and despair.
An overwhelmingly one sided fight — the opponent was too strong.
After mowing down dozens of knights like grass, the knights realized the limit of their abilities and started to retreat.
And of course, they couldn’t leave a monster like that alone. Especially after they witnessed the killed knights turning into undead ghouls, it was easy to imagine the spreading damage if they gave their opponent time.
After a series of debate, the top leaders of the Empire decided to send in their ace— the greatest combat unit of the Empire, Fluder and his disciples.
And the result was the capture of the Death Knight, with Fluder and his team obtaining victory.
However, Fluder only won because the Death Knight did not have any way of countering flight magic. By utilizing carpet bombing — repeatedly throwing ‘Fire Ball’ from above— to weaken the Death Knight’s movement and defeated it. Captivated by its power, Fluder captured and transported it to this place.
Right now, it was bound by multiple spells, magic items and methods— They invested in all sorts of ways to dominate the undead just because Fluder wanted to control this Death Knight.
“What a pity… If I can control it, I will surpass that magic caster and become the greatest ever in history.”
Surpassing one of the Thirteen Heroes, the necromancer Rigrit Bers Coural. Surpass her by leaps and bounds.
Actually, Fluder wasn’t obsessed with the pursuit of power. What he was after was to peer into the abyss of magic. This was just a process towards his ultimate goal.
However, his disciples didn’t know and consoled him.
“I think Master has already surpassed that hero.”
“That’s right. The Thirteen Heroes are a relic of the past. They couldn’t win against Master who is at the cutting edge of new magic techniques.”
“I also feel that Master had already surpassed the Thirteen Heroes. If Master could control the Death Knight, the Empire would gain the greatest fighting power.”
“They say the power of one could not defeat the power of many, but that is just because the power of that individual is still too weak. This Death Knight is truly the strongest being.”
No one could see Fluder’s wry smile since he was standing at the very front. Only the eyes of the Death Knight saw it.
“Even Master couldn’t dominate… this Death Knight. Just how powerful is he?”
“That… remains unknown. Theoretically, it could be dominated. Does anyone have any idea what are we lacking?”
After some time, the answer was still silence.
The undead could be dominated through magic, but the only one who succeeded in doing so was one of the Thirteen Heroes. Fluder was powerful enough to dominate undead that had a rather high level and he was powerful enough that he might just be able to dominate the Death Knight before him.
However, that was just in theory, dominating the undead requires a rather complicated process.
Basically, the control and destruction of undead should be done by priests using the power of god.
By using magic in place of the power of god, it was natural for all sorts of problems to arise.
“…I don’t mean to offend Master…”
One of the disciples spoke in a heavy manner, and Fluder gestured for him to continue.
“Maybe Master isn’t powerful enough? This Death Knight might exist because it had been summoned by magic of the 7th tier…”
“That is a good observation.”
“I heard the adventurers use numbers to gauge the difficulty level of monsters. How about using that?”
“But their gauge is very vague, I heard that the age and size of the monsters will render the numbers meaningless.”
Another disciple spoke.
“Apart from unknown monsters, there is nothing clearer and simpler than that. And since they represent the accumulated experiences of the adventurers, they shouldn’t be too far off.”
“Wouldn’t that be meaningless to a legendary monster like the Death Knight?”
“By the way Master, does the secret book chronicling countless monsters mention such a monster?”