Demon Queen Rebirth: I Reincarnated as a Living Armor?!

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Within the Necromancer's Undead Labyrinth, a larger landscape than the exterior suggested laid inside.

Enormous and eerie forests covered in the darkness of an artificial night, accompanied by the dim light of the moon.

Dungeons were not only enormous buildings that harbored monsters inside, but many of them were able to recreate spaces inside of them that could not even resemble how they looked outside.

Some could develop arid and hot deserts, while others could develop icy and landscapes filled with snow and winter, and some others were even able to recreate beautiful forests filled with fauna and a warm sun atop the skies.

Such 'worlds' were artificially created biomes within dungeons, whose creation was deeply related to the dungeon's quality and the Mana that harbored within it.

Dungeons that were weak would often only be the 'labyrinth type' dungeons, which only show themselves as they look outside, as enormous, and intricate structures made out of countless bricks, pillars, and rooms.

However, those of higher quality such as the Dungeon created by the countless corpses, dead spirits, and miasma produced by the ancient war between beast-kin tribes in the bottom of the mountain was of a different quality than most of the dungeons that Ervas and Veronica had visited before.

Due to its overflowing amount of miasma, contaminated mana of high density with the ability to mutate and change both the environment and the living beings that it touches, this dungeon ended up developing several landscapes within its interior.

Various of them were shown as dozens of graveyards that laid over purple dirt of high density of miasma while being surrounded by dark and eerie forests filled with white mist and deadly plant-type monsters and undead-type monsters.

Amidst the largest external area within this dungeon, a large landscape that extended through many kilometers made up of accursed graveyards and dark forests, a black-colored fortress laid in the middle, surrounded by gardens of deadly plant-type monsters and graveyards of all shapes and sizes.

Gardens of deadly thorny vines, monstrous carnivorous roses, and roaming Undead warriors and knights wearing hard and heavy armors roamed the place, as in front of such fortress laid a large horde of Undead.

Skeletons, Zombies, Ghosts, Living Armors, Cursed Weapons, and more laid waiting for the command of their master, the Necromancer.

The Necromancer glanced from the inside of his fortified fortress, inspecting the army through the window.

"This army is no more than my last resort, before this, there are three more landscapes that they will need to go through if they dare come from the entrance. I will wear them down slowly. I am sure that they will reach this area, but their forces and energy will be greatly weakened, and ready for me and these troops of Elite Undead to crush them once and for all… A simple battle of attrition. Not the brightest of plans, but something simple enough for these uncultured fools," said the Necromancer with a confident tone of voice.

Within the top of the gigantic fortress, he sat down on his throne of bones, while three metallic giants rested at each of his sides and front. 

Alongside these beings, which were his latest creations imitating Veronica's capabilities while harboring the 'pawns' he had encroached inside, there was another monstrous being in front of him, a creature that resembled a giant skeleton covered in metal whose eyes blazed with blue flames.

The skeleton's lower half had the quadrupedal skeleton of another monster, while its torso had eight arms, each one wielding an enormous metallic weapon that was cursed with powerful spirits within.

"And if these don't work… There are also Hekatoncheires to distract them as I escape in time… A flawless plan. I have thought about everything, none of the scenarios that could happen have not been covered. Whatever outcome occurs, I will survive nonetheless," said the Necromancer as he awaited the raid of his enemies with great patience.

A cunning and scheming being he was, someone who had survived many hardships before, and even after having been fragmented into pieces, he was capable of using his previous life knowledge to his advantage, creating almost flawless plans that would guarantee his safety in any circumstance possible.

If they were to reach here and even defeat the four monsters at his side, he would simply free the monster he calls Hekatoncheires and escape through his Accursed Graveyards Teleportation Method to the outside of the Dungeon, flying away while the rest of Ervas and Veronica's party deal with the enormous monster that he had prepared in case of an emergency.

And if they were to show weakened and tired, he would take this opportunity and go all out, killing Ervas and Veronica, eating their souls, and finally raising them to godhood.

Although he hoped for the last scenario to occur, he was a realistic being that knew that not everything would always go his way, he had already gotten a good dose of that from Ervas and Veronica, who had crushed his plans of gathering 'fresh' dead spirits from the Bear-kin and the Harpies.

"Now, what will they do? I do wonder what kind of plans could they come out with…? Hmm, even if they came with a genius plan, they would always need to come from the entrance. Dungeons cannot be destroyed after all. They cannot simply create an opening from the sides or something ridiculous like that, no matter how much strength or strange abilities they possess, destroying eh walls of a dungeon is something that not even Gods can do so easily…" said the Necromancer, as he thought about such a ridiculous scenario that he laughed for a bit.

On his mind, it was simply impossible for Ervas and Veronica to even come out with any plan that could help them, the Necromancer's plan was way too flawless.

Anything 'smart' or 'sharp' within the minds of Ervas and Veronica would always come to the same conclusion: that they needed to enter through the entrance.

And as long as such a thing occurred, the Necromancer would be on an immediate advantage.

"They don't possess any type of Spatial Magician as I am aware… Spatial Attribute, after all, is incredibly rare, even amongst Gods themselves. Gods capable of manipulating Space are very few… And even if they had one or two, no mortal Space Attributed Magician would be ever able to Teleport instantly inside a dungeon. After all, Teleport, one of the strongest spells within Spatial Magicians can only be used in places that they had already visited beforehand," said the Necromancer.

Space Attribute was a mysterious and exceedingly rare attribute in the world of Kritias, not many mortals were able to wield such an element, as it was very rare compared to the four most prevalent ones, Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind.

The Gods that could wield it were incredibly few, no more than the ones a Human could count with the fingers of their hands. And even amongst them, not many could use Teleport, to begin with, as each God would always specialize in a different area of their certain attribute, there were not two of the same Space Attribute God, and each one had a different specialization, even those amongst the Dark and Bright Gods, the first Gods to have been born.

"But even amongst Spatial Attribute users, Death Attribute users are even rarer! I, as one of the first Gods capable of wielding it, was unparalleled! Death Attribute Magic is a mysterious and powerful force, its potential is limitless and incommensurable. Each spell is capable of doing something incredible that can change the laws of the world and shape it as I will! I only need to amass more power, and I will back at the top in no time! As long as I gather more of my fragments… my resurrection should happen soon enough… This mere thing is but a trial, if it goes well, my progression shall skyrocket, but if it does not, my progression will be hastened… But there is nothing I can do about that. As long as I keep going, my time will come one day!" said the Necromancer.

Amongst all of the Attributes present in Kritias, Death Attribute was by far the rarest of them all.

Death Attribute Magic was the power to wield the natural phenomena of death, something that no mortal should even be capable of wielding, a power so mysterious and alien compared to the other attributes that it could simply change the entire order of the world and shape it as the wilder desired…

But amongst its many wielders, there was never someone as skilled as the Demon God-King.

He was capable of wielding Death Attribute Magic to exert fear into the hearts of even the vicious and malicious Demon Gods, to make even Bestellen and Razdall shiver pathetically!

He was even capable of taking the life out of those who believed were immortal, the Gods that governed and played around this world as they desired.

He broke them down and laughed at their deaths, he showcased undying power and an incessant thirst for destruction, until everything could finally be his domain.

"I will take everything back! Kritias shall become my domain! I will not falter, nor give up on my task…!" said the Necromancer.

However, as the Necromancer talked to himself like a delusional and selfish fool, a small spider made entirely out of metal slowly sneaked around the landscapes of the Dungeon, sneaking through the enormous armies of Undead that were standing still, until it finally reached the last area, where the Necromancer's fortress and his last battalion laid in wait.

"Oh? I'm already here, main body!"

"Good job, me! Now, set it up!

"Alright! Setting up Accursed Graveyard!"

Flash!

The tiny metallic spider suddenly grew in size over twenty times, and then, it expanded an eerie and abyssal aura around itself, slowly alerting the undead and monsters roaming nearby.

However, it was too late, as the dirt below it began to turn purple, and large graveyards began to pop up one after another as if they were plants growing out of the fresh dirt in the morning.

And from within the dirt, a gigantic metallic fortress suddenly emerged…

Boom!

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