214: Granting Permission

Granting Permission

Kahn stood rooted on the spot as soon as he heard the undead subordinate's request. He wanted to commit a… genocide? 

What kind of request was that? It took Kahn completely off guard as he hadn't expected the Necromancer to make such a request. 

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?!" asked Kahn loudly in response to the unusual request. 

"Master, there's a reason. I can't repress my urge to kill anymore. So a teeny tiny bit of mass murder will help me greatly." replied Ceril with a benign smile. His tone was completely gentle as if he was doing the world a favor. 

Kahn raised his eyebrow after the explanation as if the subordinate didn't think of the consequences. From his understanding of Ceril, he was much smarter than making such impulsive decisions. 

"Why is that? Weren't the bodies I gave you not enough to study for your research?" 

"They were. But they are high-grade specimens. I don't wish to waste or destroy them during the basic trials and experiments. 

Besides, I am a Necromancer. I will grow weaker with time if I don't have my own army of undead and skeleton soldiers. All of them were destroyed in that dungeon before my demise. Since then, I have been barely holding back. 

I need many more bodies and skeletons to use as fodders. My research demands more of them with every step." explained Ceril as he pushed up his glasses with a forefinger. 

"So you're going to kill people just for a fresh stock?" asked Kahn with squinted eyes. 

"Yes." 

"Are you an idiot? Wouldn't that create unnecessary trouble if you go around killing people? And I thought you were smart." said Kahn with a helpless expression. 

"What if I'm never caught?" said Ceril coyly. 

Kahn folded his arms and rolled his eyes in disappointment like RDJr. 

"Let me tell you.. No matter how much you plan.. There's always some kind of trail left behind for the capable people to find the truth." 

"Then how about I use a method that can't be tracked?" spoke Ceril and then elaborated the plan he had in mind.

Kahn carefully listened to the strategy and then weighed the pros and cons in his mind. 

The plan Ceril came up with was indeed very efficient and wouldn't cause them unnecessary trouble. 

"Fine. Do what you want. Just make sure you hide your identity and nobody should know your real face. And do it only at night.

I still need you to hold command in my absence. I had my first breakthrough yesterday so I can't lose the momentum now." ordered Kahn as he gave Ceril the permission. 

"I shall obey, Master. Please leave everything to me. I will handle things properly." he said and left the training facility. 

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At the time of midnight, inside a desolate open ground that spanned for 3 kilometers and had more than a thousand tombs, dozens of guards were on a patrol. 

A black centaur and a yellow-skinned mixblood human were on a patrol at one section of this cemetery. 

Tap! Tap! Tap! 

"I hate it when they give me the night shift. Who the hell is going to come here and rob the dead skeletons. This is not even a burial site for the rich but the poorest of the poor." complained the centaur as his hooves made loud tapping noise in this silent and eerie surrounding. 

"Stop being so grumpy. Job is job, you're new so you'll get used to it soon." said the human in a bored tone. 

The night was cold and chaotic, yet the protectors of the dead had to perform their duty despite the shivering breeze passing by. 

Both the guards kept walking while chatting between themselves as complaining wouldn't help in their job at all. 

Swoosh! 

A sudden sound of something passing by was heard by the human. 

"Hey, you heard that? I think something just passed from here." he spoke. 

"Ugh.. Are you sure that it's not just wind? We're in an open and silent cemetery.. The sound is always amplified." replied the centaur. 

"No, I'm sure I heard something. My gut feeling says there's someone here." said the human. 

"Heh.. Aren't you the experienced one here? Why do I feel like you're just acting delusional… Or could it be that you're scared?" asked the centaur coyly. 

Swoosh! 

A whirl of wind suddenly hit the guards from the dark corners between the tombs. 

"This.. It's getting too cold so suddenly. Let's leave." said the centaur as he rubbed his arms off. 

"Whaarr.." 

A sudden hoarse whisper landed on their ears and both of them got goosebumps on their body. 

"Grrr…" another ghastly voice landed on their ears from a direction they couldn't decide. 

The centaur who had a halberd and a small wooden shield in his hand felt like something was amiss. 

"Who's there! Show yourself!" he shouted while mustering courage. 

"This.. This can't be. So it's true.." said the human while stuttering. 

"What the hell are you talking about?! Don't try to scare me." reprimanded the centaur as he gave a deathly stare to the human guard. 

But rather than speaking.. The human pointed his fingers towards their left. 

The next moment however, both of them were rooted on the spot. 

Clang! Crang! Crack! 

"Warhhh…" 

A ghastly groan resounded as a figure of dozens of walking corpses was revealed to both of the guards and they both froze on the spot with immense fear as if they got paralyzed. 

The human mustered all his courage and jumped on the back of the centaur whose half of the body was that of a horse. 

Rather than trying to face the incoming undead they just saw… the human guard yelled at the centaur with all his might. 

"Run, Forrest, run!" 

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Author : Because of the popular demand from all the readers, we are finally going to explore all the subordinates with a human form from their perspective in the upcoming chapters from here on. The time has finally come. 

You ask and I shall deliver. 

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