Gargoyle Supremacy-Chapter 64: Am I a Gargoyle or a Necromancer? I Can’t Tell the Differences

Carn met Ferdinand’s gaze, unflinching. He had expected this question.

"A legion of undead monsters led by the Lich King will tear through China by the end of the year. Over a billion people will fall, either turned into mindless zombies, skeleton soldiers, or undead knights like Gawain here."

He gestured toward Gawain as an example, then continued. "This isn’t just some regional disaster. It’s a global extinction event waiting to happen. The rifts connecting our worlds are growing stronger. I need mana and allies to close them before it’s too late. That’s why I asked for those specific ECD entities and resources."

Ferdinand’s expression remained neutral, "And how do you plan to stop it? Do you even have a strategy for defeating an army of that scale?"

Carn smirked faintly. "I’ve already killed liches before. I’ll kill this one too. But to do that, I need the right tools, people, and enough Aeth-I mean mana, to keep the rifts from swallowing this world whole. Help me, and I’ll save your world."

For a moment, silence fell over the room as Ferdinand considered Carn’s words. However, his smirk gave off an odd vibe.

Ferdinand crossed his arms, nodding with a smug expression. "Indeed, your information matches ours. China has been concealing rifts to monopolize resources from other worlds."

Carn and Gawain exchanged a glance. Finally, someone was sensible enough to listen. With ECD and Uncle Sam’s backing, this crisis could be mitigated or even resolved.

But their fleeting hope was shattered by Ferdinand’s next words.

"However, we’re also aware of the ’Miasma.’ The Chinese scientists call it Yin Qi. They’ve been cultivating it to enhance their cyborgs like us. And before you get too comfortable, let me enlighten you. We have no intention of closing them."

"What?" Carn’s voice was sharp, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

Ferdinand snapped his fingers, and two cyborgs flanked Carn, pointing their railguns squarely at his back.

"Unfortunately, Carn Yunho, China’s internal affairs aren’t our concern. In fact, it would be quite beneficial for us if that country were erased from the map entirely."

"YOU—!" Carn bolted upright, fury blazing in his gaze. Before he could act, the cyborg behind him fired a round from its railgun.

The blast struck Carn’s back, not injuring him but paralyzing him with an energy pulse. His body locked up involuntarily. Gritting his teeth, Carn activated his sentry gargoyle mode as a protective measure.

Ferdinand sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "You don’t understand politics, do you? We’ve been studying the Miasma for years and have already developed vaccines to counter zombification. Our science and technology aren’t as primitive as your so-called ’medieval’ world. Mana? Undead legions? Please. Mankind isn’t stupid. We know exactly how to handle them. And frankly, we don’t need your help. Also…" He glared at them and curled his mouth in disdain. "Both you assholes will pay for what you did to my men! You think you can kill our men and scotch free? Dream on! You two will rot here, and so will your entire family, Carn Yunho!"

Gawain was seething.

"You underestimate the Lich King and his legions! You cannot stop them with corrupted Miasma’s byproducts and your faulty mana systems! To truly kill them, you need Aether and Holy Power from the Mother Tree and divine spirits—"

"Shut it, you tin can."

Pulling a plasma pistol from his holster, Ferdinand fired. The green plasma bolt struck Gawain square in the chest, detonating on impact. Corrosive acid splattered, melting his front armor into a sizzling puddle and exposing the gas-like essence of his undead form.

The cyborgs didn’t stop. Another volley of railgun shots hit both Carn and Gawain, sending crackling energy pulses and more acid their way.

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"Kill every gargoyle outside," Ferdinand ordered through a microphone clipped to his shirt. "And keep shooting these two until they are incapacitated or die. We’ll extract whatever secret they have after this."

Gawain shrieked, his voice reverberating with anger and despair. "IS THIS HOW YOU REPAY YOUR BENEFACTORS?! WITHOUT ME, YOUR WORLD WOULD HAVE FALLEN TO THE MIMICS YOU FEAR SO MUCH!"

Ferdinand chuckled darkly, his smirk widening. "Welcome to modern America, monsters. We only fight for what benefits our country. We don’t need self-proclaimed heroes or unmanageable fools who will fight for another country and use our resources. Remove them!"

"YOU’RE MAKING A GRAVE MISTAKE!" Gawain bellowed.

BOOM!

BOOM!

More cyborgs stormed the room with their guns blazing.

Carn remained still, taking deep breaths as acid bullets splattered across his body. Yet, his gray skin remained unharmed.

The paralysis no longer stemmed from the railguns but the curse of his sentry mode. Someone on the observation deck above was still watching him.

Carn turned his focus to Gawain, whose gaseous form struggled to hold itself together. The acidic barrage had obliterated his armor, leaving him a vulnerable mass of black haze.

Carn spoke with Aether. "Gawain, will you serve me as a gargoyle? I can transfer your soul into a gargoyle body."

Gawain’s flame-like eyes flickered with hesitation. Carn noticed and pressed on.

"You’ll get the ability to shapeshift back into your dragoon form. You could even return home as a Kirin. Do you want to remain a ghost in armor and perish or bow down to me and regain your pride as a knight?"

The realization struck Gawain like lightning. He despised his undead existence and the chains that bound him to this cursed state. This was an opportunity for redemption.

Gawain declared. "I’ll do it. As long as you protect the Mother Tree and allow me to return home someday, I will serve you!"

"Good. Then rise, Gargoyle Knight!"

Carn channeled his Aether and Holy Power into Gawain’s black haze, guiding the essence toward the remains of his armor. The molten scraps began to reshape, merging into a solid gargoyle statue. Gawain’s soul followed, seeping into the stone form.

As the process was completed, the gargoyle statue trembled, glowing in yellowish radiant. It transformed further, evolving into a gold statue of a valiant knight.

Gawain’s voice echoed from within the new form as he unleashed a warcry. Unlike Carn and Fleur, who relied on the sentry mode, Gawain could move freely. He picked up the black sword.

As soon as he touched the sword, it turned gold. Turning around, he faced the cyborgs and muttered in an ethereal voice.

"What is your order, master?"

Carn smirked, "Humans prove once again that they cannot be trusted. Kill them all."

"BY YOUR WILL!"