I watched Fenrir greet me from below and was dumbfounded. The Fenrir I knew wasn't this big. No, it was better to ask how he came here...

“You look really shocked.”

I stopped being distracted at Fenrir's words. There was no time to do this. The skeletons around us were crawling on Fenrir's legs. I asked him, “Are you here to help?”

“Yes. We can leave the greetings for later. Hold on tight.”

I gripped onto Fenrir's mane tightly while Fenrir's surroundings started to fill with darkness. I clung onto the mane as he emitted dark thorns in all directions like a hedgehog. The power of the undead seemed to be gaining momentum. At the same time, dark clouds started to gather in the sky. No, it was familiar when I looked closely.

“It feels like my father,” Fenrir murmured as he stared at the sky. At the same time, a message popped up in front of me.

[There is a presence that resonates with the Black Night Heart.]

It was clear who this presence was.

[The Black Night Heart is beating rapidly.]

[You might die of the side effects if you don't get away from this presence.]

[The energy of the black night has started to spread throughout your body.]

I saw the messages and couldn't help grabbing my chest. The pain that rose from the deep darkness of my heart seemed to suffocate my heart. For a moment, my vision blurred. I would die if I did something incorrectly.

“I can help.”

“Ugh... Help? How?” I had bloodshot eyes as I gritted my teeth and asked Fenrir.

Then Fenrir spoke casually, “How do you think I came here?”

“That...”

“I was also born in the black night. I can appear wherever there is a black night field, even if it is in your heart.” 

At the same time, the sky turned black and black snow started to fall on the hot earth. It was Black Night's Arrival that swallowed everything. It started to cool the surrounding lava and turn it black. It wasn't as strong as Remus' one, but it was helpful enough in the current situation. The movements of the undead were slowing down. Just then, Fenrir made a small black bead in front of me. “Eat it. It will reduce the pain.”

I put it in my mouth without any hesitation. It felt like I would really go crazy if I didn't do anything about this d.a.m.n pain.

[The cold Black Night Source has been eaten.]

The moment I ate it, I felt a tremendous chill. Soon, a black chill started to spread all over my body. My arms, legs, thighs, and chest. Finally, it circled the blood vessels in my chest and ended up in my heart. I looked at the cold water vapor coming from my mouth and confirmed the messages.

[Ice attribute immunity has increased by 50%.]

[Dark attribute immunity has increased by 50%.]

[The runaway Black Night Heart has stabilized.]

[The side effects of the Black Night Heart have disappeared.]

“Hah.” I was dumbfounded and let out a sound that was either an exclamation of admiration or a sigh. The ice attribute was now at 100% and I didn't have to worry about freezing to death. My dark attribute resistance had also reached 50%. The most gratifying thing was that the side effects of the Black Night Heart had disappeared. Then...

[The constellation skill: Black Night Wolves Summoning will disappear.]

“What?”

The message that was a bolt from the blue made my cry out. There were many things useful about this skill. For example, the situation right now. It was a skill that I thought I would be using a lot in the future, but it was gone. What was this...?

[There is an unknown presence in the Black Night Heart.]

[The name of the presence is 'Fenrir,' prince of the welsh wolves.]

“Well, it has changed a bit but it isn't bad.”

Fenrir's body that was made of black night started to transform. There were short, but sharp fingernails with cold poison. Additionally, there was a rough mane. The slender hind legs looked like they could jump into the prey straight away. Fenrir stood on two legs and looked like the werewolf I had changed into in the past. Of course, the size was much bigger than I was at the time.

“Let's go.”

Dozens of black night wolves started to appear around Fenrir.

* * *

At first, he thought it would be easy to win. Nekron believed that it would be impossible for anyone to beat thousands of undead, except for Michael, the world's number one. He had seen Michael's strength in the World Compet.i.tion and naturally thought so. In last year's World Compet.i.tion, Nekron was brutally defeated by him.

'Then what is this situation now?'

Five giant wolves, led by Dark Wolf, appeared out of nowhere. They roamed the shadows and hara.s.sed the undead from all sides. Fortunately, there was a s.h.i.+eld so they didn't come this way. However, they were still difficult to deal with. Now they were combining to become a bigger wolf. The pressure emanating from the wolf was huge and the surrounding members of Death Scent also looked surprised.

“What is this?”

“It is a huge wolf.”

“What should we do...?”

They felt Dark Wolf's greatness, that they had only seen in videos, and felt that it was even more terrible when experiencing it in person. At this time, dark thorns were fired from the giant wolf.

“......!”

The stunned Nekron blocked it by erecting a huge wall of bones, but the small dark thorns pa.s.sed through the gaps. The guild members, including himself, were critically wounded. Fortunately, death was avoided. Death was a fatality in itself for the necromancers who dealt with death. It was especially so for Nekron. He had a very important reason why he couldn't die.

'I can't become a lich here.'

Death meant an exchange for more strength in the power of death and darkness. There was a curse on his body where he would become a lich after four deaths. This was why he was able to climb to first in the necromancer rankings. He hadn't died once, but he never wanted to become a lich.

What handsome person would like to turn into a skeleton? He wanted his own fan cafe.

'Dark Wolf, you dare to intercept my fans? I can't forgive you.'

Nekron moved his death knights, including his lich. He focused them all on attacking the giant wolf. The other guild members nearby realized Nekron's intention and drove their undead troops to one place.,It looked like they surrounded the target.

“Ah, t-this!”

Following the cry of a guild member, Nekron saw the giant wolf start to make another transformation as an unknown darkness swirled.

Finally, the wolf stood on two legs like the second transformation in an old cartoon movie.

'No, should I say it is an evolution?'

Normally in situations like this, the existence who went through the second evolution would exude great power to sweep through the enemies. This development was unpleasant to Nekron because he grew up watching many such plots when he was young. His idea was correct.

The sky dimmed and dozens of wolves started to rise from the ground. Nekron felt there was something wrong and got gooseb.u.mps. He hurriedly pulled out a flute from his inventory.

[☆Star Piece, Flute of the Demon Who Played the Heavens]

[Rating: Star Relic

Usage Restrictions: Monarch of True Wisdom

Knowledge +50

*Celestial Performance - Produces a heavenly flute sound that even the G.o.ds will admire.

Temporarily increases all stats of a target perceived as an ally by 1.3 times. Once the playing stops, the stats increase will disappear.

-Sealed skill.

-Sealed skill.]

Nekron watched the wolves running through the earthquake and started to play without hesitation.

Piriri-♬ Piri-♪

The undead of all the guild members, including those led by him, were temporarily strengthened. The members of Death Scent stared at their guild leader. He led the undead toward the dozens of wolves without any delay. Finally, two mighty forces collided.

“Kuweeeeeoh!”

“Go back to death.”

“Grrrung!”

“We are the knights of death.”

In the beginning, it was hard to determine which of the two sides had superiority. However, there was a huge difference between the two forces. The giant black werewolf in front of him. No, it was so powerful that it was hard to tell if it was really a werewolf. It waved its nails and sent dozens of undead to the ground.

Of course, the undead were revived, but the speed was shocking and frightening. The arms were short so the swinging speed was excellent. There was only one way to stop that giant wolf. Nekron stopped playing the flute and spoke to the vice-president, Lagoon, “Lagoon, prepare for Cartan's summoning ritual.

“...I understand,” Lagoon replied in a gloomy voice and informed the other guild members.

The necromancers, including Lagoon, started to chant something and emitted the energy of death. Nekron looked at them and smiled.

'I can't lose. Do you think I'll lose here? There is no chance.'

The legendary death knight called 'Cartan.' In fact, he was a secret weapon for the World Compet.i.tion. All the Death Scent members had the same nationality and they wanted to get revenge on Michael in the World Compet.i.tion. In the huge swamp of death, a vague existence stretched out a dark hand and rose up. The surrounding skeletons disintegrated, forming bones and soon becoming armor. There was also a greatsword. The blue eyes that looked like the flames of h.e.l.l shocked even Nekron.

[Lv. 301 Immortal Knight Cartan.] 

Cartan surpa.s.sed the death knights by gaining the modifier of 'immortal.' He was a knight that never died. Of course, there was no immortality in the world. Cartan would naturally die again once the summoner died. Nekron extended the playing range of the flute to Cartan.

Piriri-♬

Cartan became even more powerful and roared to the sky.

“Kuweeeeeoh!”

The giant werewolf discovered Cartan. The two monsters swung their sword or claws at each other, fighting wildly. A battle between monsters. The impact of the huge power could be felt even from here. It was Cartan who prevailed. Cartan's greatsword blew away one of the huge wolf's arms.

The Death Scent members marveled at the sight while Nekron continued to perform. There was just one thing they had forgotten. It was just a moment. In a moment, a white figure swept past his eyes and Nekron s.h.i.+fted his gaze toward his hand.

The flute was on the ground along with his severed right hand. He turned his head in the direction of the attack. “It is bad to forget about me, striplings.” 

Park Muyeol, who had been struggling with the undead around 20 meters away, had fired Power Wave at the flute in Nekron's hand. Originally, he wanted to cut the flute in half, but he seemed to lack the strength.

“Tsk, it is a bit shallow. Next time, I'll split you into two.” Nekron pursed his lips and bent over to pick up the fallen flute. However, Park Muyeol didn't allow that to happen. He noticed instantly that the flute was strengthening the undead.

His idea was correct. The losing wolves were now gradually crus.h.i.+ng the undead.

“Eeeeek! Kill him!”

However, it was already too late. The giant black werewolf pierced Cartan's chest with its remaining arm and chewed on Cartan's entire head. Cartan's torso was separated from his head and fell to the ground, causing the earth to shake and dust to rise.

Through the dust, dozens of wolves started to flock. The undead already weren't their opponents.