AFTER DEATH I LIVE AGAIN - Season 1 Episode 78

“What the hell?” one of the Algorians in the backlines yelped in surprise, as other rebel soldiers turned and looked at what he was exclaiming about.

Standing with a long spear completely lodged into his small intestine, covered in blood and clearly half a step from dead, was a single enemy soldier. He had his longsword in his hand which emanated a dangerous aura, and approached the Countess with one laborious step at a time. With a swish of his hand, he firmly nudged the three Algorian would-be rapists’ bodies away from the cursed white haired girl’s limp body. The countess had passed out from concussion after her head impacted the cage during his magic induced cage breaking technique.

“It’s an undead!” another Algorian shouted. “There’s a lich nearby! The empire has fallen so low to employ a lich’s services!”

Another rebel smacked the first guy in the head. “Shut your mouth, you’re causing a panic amongst our soldiers. This guy looks nothing like an undead. Just look at his eyes– he’s fully alive right now, by whatever miracle that’s holding him together.”

“Oh, I’m very much alive,” Devon said with a wild grin appearing on his face. He was the embodiment of a madman, with [Dead Man Walking] barely clinging him to life in this world when all he wanted since the start was eternal rest. “But all of you guys? You’re all very much dead.”

Raising his moonlight steel sword, Devon charged forwards with a battlecry and stabbed downwards, towards the three unconscious assaulters near the countess. His sword bounced off the soldier on top’s armor, but he kicked the guy’s head over and then aimed his sword at the gap between his helmet and chestplate, before plunging the moonlight steel longsword into the opening, killing the man. At point blank range, no sword finesse was needed.

Half of the Algorians observing Devon’s rampage stepped back in fear, while the other half looked ready to take the fight with the singular supposed undead that was in their midst.

Devon had other plans though. The spear lodged inside his belly suddenly snapped, as [Dead Man Walking] finally expelled the foreign object from his body, leaving flawless skin underneath as if he had never been wounded. The sight of this was unholy disconcerting for the Algorian spectators, who began to back away in fear seeing the strange foreign magic play out before their eyes.

Using the fear and confusion that his undying passive inspired to its full advantage, he knelt down and picked up the young countess in tattered robes, slinging her over his shoulder as he felt her soft breasts and ripped skirt underneath press against his shoulder, and her untainted pussy and ass were exposed for the whole world to see. He never had any intention of fighting the horde of Algorians. Sure, they wouldn’t be able to kill him, but neither could he kill them very easily.

Devon got into a squatting position, and activated his new blessing.

[Blessing of the Witch has been activated.]

[Your mana pool has greatly expanded.]

Although he felt his mana pool expand, Devon realized that he already burnt through a lot of it just to get to here. He sucked in a breath and focused the newly converted mana towards his legs, and then launched off, right as a few of the braver Algorians lunged forwards with their battleaxes.

Flying across the battlefield with a literal bird’s eye view of the field below, Devon winced as his eyes teared up from the wind hitting his face. He held onto the countess with both arms, making sure that she wouldn’t drop to her death below. But he realized that he was losing altitude much faster than last time.

“Shit! Not good,” Devon groaned, as he hurtled towards the ground, heading straight towards the front lines, the limp countess still hoisted over his shoulder. At this rate she was going to die on impact with the ground.

Using the last of his extra mana, Devon slowed their downwards acceleration and redirected them to a tree nearby. He then oriented his body so that he would be first to make impact.

Thud.

Devon’s back slammed into several branches and leaves, slowing their descent, before his back smacked into a particularly thick main branch.

Crack.

[Your spine has been broken.]

[Your injury is now healing.]

Falling limp onto the ground, Devon could no longer keep his grasp on the young countess, who fell alongside him into a pile of leaves.