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Chapter 165: The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by Zil

“Ni…………..!!”

It was a single word or rather, a single letter? that came out of the mouth of the chestnut-haired girl known as Osman.

It was too short a greeting for an old acquaintance, but the old man received it and shook his shoulders in delight.

“It is a great pleasure to see you again after two hundred years of sleep. I hope that you will continue to help me in this life to abolish the human race. It is I who am happy to see your face! Our queen!”

“U……………………!”

“[Yes, now is the time for resurrection. It is time for me, the Queen of the Land of the Dead, to teach those who pretend to be the rulers of this earth a lesson!]:You are absolutely right, Lady Osman!”

The old man wept tears of joy as he translated the girl’s too-short words.

“We, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, share the same feelings as you, Lady Osman! Across the ages, we reiterate our allegiance to our great queen!”

The old man bows deeply to Osman and addresses her with the utmost respect.

“One of the four knights of the apocalypse, Garbolus, knight of ‘war’. To Queen Osman, be it ever faithful!

A small, old man bows his bald head, his wrinkled face loosening with joy as he announces himself.

Following him, the remaining three men in the room bow their heads in turn.

“One of the four knights: Ruluve, Knight of the ‘Plague’. Allegiance to the Beautiful and the Great.”

The second person to come forward was a tall woman.

She was in her late twenties or early thirties. Her deep blue hair flowed in waves down her back and reached her waist.

Her body is voluptuous and soft, with a hint of sexiness emanating from its undulating softness.

“One of the four knights: Wilfred, the knight of ‘Famine’. Let us offer ten thousand corpses to Her Majesty the Queen.”

The third person to come forward was a boy in his early teens.

The grey-haired boy was scrawny and thin, and wore glasses with broken lenses on his chiselled face.

His eyes were black and vacant, stained with the colour of doom and despair, as if he were looking into the abyss.

“One of the four knights. The knight of ‘Death’’. Zansha. Swore allegiance to you.”

The last person to come forward was an exotic man with dark hair and brown skin.

He was a handsome man with a well-rounded and fearless face. His well-muscled body spoke volumes about the fact that he was a warrior who fought for a living.

In his hands he held a sword with a mysterious purple aura, and he thrust it into the earth, offering words of loyalty to his lord.

They are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

They are the apostles of the witch who swore allegiance to Osman, one of the Six Witches of Doom, and who, three hundred years ago, turned the west of the continent into a crucible of destruction during the Great Calamity, driving several nations to their doom.

“…………”

Osman nodded slowly as the knights gave her their allegiance.

“Yes,………!”

“[Fierce and valiant, my knights, I have received your unfailing loyalty!:Ahahahaha!]”

“Oo…….”

“[I am convinced that you will be able to accomplish without regret the great task of abolishing the human race!]–What a pleasure to hear that!”

As usual, the old man, Garbolus, translates Osman’s words.

The four mysterious men and women, young and old, kneeling down to the mute girl is so unnatural and bizarre.

But no one else felt that way, or was present in the cemetery in the first place.

Before they know it: countless corpses are crawling up from the ground, which was soggy from the earthquake earlier.

Some have turned to white bones, others still have flesh left to decompose: whatever the difference, the corpses surround the natural mausoleum as if they were alive, peering in through the broken walls.

The dialogue between Osman and the four knights continues, unconcerned about such a disastrous scene.

“Sa………….Ko…………”

“[Over Three hundred years, The witch of doom has come to this world again! From now on, we are on the road to the abolition of humanity once again!]–Ooo!　We’ve been waiting for this moment! So let us four knights lead the way on this far journey! We will take care of all the human soldiers who are too numerous, and all the warriors of the holy sword who are our bitter enemies!”

Garbolus prostrates himself and declares, with tears streaming down his face from uncontrollable emotion

“I will not make the same mistake I made two hundred years ago! I will not let you be taken from me again!”

“O…………”

“[I expect a lot from you!] I shall certainly live up to your expectations!”

Garbolus continued to bow his head relentlessly, as if he was about to plunge straight into the ground.

The other three knights were also fascinated by Osman’s words and behaviour, though not as much as Garbolas.

“Karakarakarakarakarakarakara~”

And before long, the number of corpses surrounding the mausoleum had grown to five hundred.

Every last one of those who had lost their lives in the last 200 years and were buried in this cemetery had woken up and crawled out into the moonlight.

“………..”

Under the gaze of the four knights and the five hundred corpses Osman spread her hands with a sleepy expression.

“I………………Te…………..”

“[I hereby declare the start of the apocalyptic war!　To begin with, the descendants of the Athena clan, who may possess the Holy Sword of Water, must be slaughtered!]:We are at your service! As you wish, Witch of the Earth and Queen of the Underworld. Great Lady of the Apocalypse, Osman!”

And so, in the west of the continent, chaos has awakened.

The chaos, led by its four patriarchs, spread destruction, and before long the flames would reach the kingdom of Zain, where Raidorl lives.