Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

In a sudden and startling moment, the Northern General met his untimely demise, leaving the other three generals utterly shocked and appalled by the distressing scene.

The Southern General was the first to swiftly change course and attempt an escape, closely followed by the other two Generals. They found themselves unable to put up a fight, as witnessing the Northern General's swift demise had shattered their resolve and courage.

Gabriel raised his sword, watching the three Generals try to escape.

His sword once again gleamed in the darkness. The sword sliced through the space, shooting out a terrifying attack that even destroyed the space it travelled through.

The destructive energy engulfed the three generals. By the time the energy disappeared, nothing was left behind.

After destroying all the Generals, Gabriel turned back to Ezekiel. His eyes felt dead.

Ezekiel sensed a noticeable change in Gabriel, as though he was burdened by something deep within.

Without hesitation, Ezekiel approached him and affectionately ran his fingers through Gabriel's hair. "Don't let the past hold you back."

"Why do people change?" Gabriel asked, raising his head. This betrayal stung hard, especially since Karyk was like his other self.

"There are many things that can change a person. It's hard to give the correct answer, but most often, it's power and greed that causes a person to change." Ezekiel wasn't adept when it came to understanding the world, so he could only talk with his own experience.

"Power and greed? Can it make someone abandon their family? Can it make them give up on everything, all for power?" Gabriel asked again.

Ezekiel paused for a moment, before replying, "For some, it does. For others, it might not."

"It all depends on the individual and how deeply they are consumed by it. Some people find themselves willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to hold onto power, while others are able to maintain a balance and prioritize what truly matters in life." Ezekiel's words carried a hint of sadness, knowing all too well the detrimental effects of power and greed.

"I see." Gabriel looked in the direction of the Central World.

Although his gaze remained icy, he no longer harboured any sorrow within. If the other person was willing to forsake their loved ones in pursuit of power, then it explained everything!

It explained why Karyk didn't show up to save him from Caen! Caen could benefit him more! Caen could provide him with more power, just like the Lord of Upper Realm could! It was a complete betrayal!

The reason he couldn't contact him when he needed Karyk the most was because Karyk had already abandoned him, leaving him to die!

"We will begin the search for the Gods!" Gabriel stopped thinking about it. Everything was clear as day in his mind.

Since his heart turned colder, he stopped being compassionate like before! He was here and every second was important! To find the gods, he wasn't going to wait anymore!

He told two of the Rebel Gods to enter the Northern World and begin the search! The Rebel Gods were allowed to kill everyone they wanted! They were allowed to destroy entire cities if they found it suspicious, as long as they found the gods!

Similarly, he divided the other Rebel Gods in groups as well. One group was sent to the Southern World, one to Eastern and one to Southern! Meanwhile, he and Ezekiel were helping to watch from above!

The Rebel Gods agreed to follow the commands. Small openings appeared in the barriers of the four worlds which allowed the Rebel Gods to enter! It was the start of the search!

Ezekiel simply watched Gabriel, and didn't speak anything. Even at this moment, Gabriel still wasn't ruthless enough. To end the search instantly, he could've destroyed the four worlds, but instead, he sent people to search!

Moreover, he only told the gods to kill when they felt something was suspicious, or it was needed to instil fear to aid the search! But still, Ezekiel was happy.

Even though Gabriel wasn't ruthless enough, at least he wasn't foolishly kind either.

'If he's like this, he should be able to protect himself, even after I'm gone...' Ezekiel sighed, as he folded his arms. He closed his eyes.

His Divine Sense expanded, scanning the four worlds once more. Regrettably, it yielded no results. The Gods remained motionless, their whereabouts still concealed.

With curiosity, he cast a quick glance towards the Central World. A peculiar emotion flickered in his eyes as he turned his gaze in that direction, yet he refrained from taking any further action.

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The Search began. The Rebel Gods flew from the city to a city, searching every place. Even though they were allowed to kill if needed, they refrained from it.

They had lived in the Upper World when they came to hide. They also fought many people from the Upper Realm and took many lives, but not because they could. They only killed to protect themselves, but it was different now.

There were a few cities that were weak and didn't offer any resistance. The people of the City welcomed them like gods, not resisting in the least.

On the other hand, there were also cities where large clans were established. Seeing the sudden change, the large clans were suspicious. They thought they were under attack.

As soon as they saw Rebel Gods flying towards them, they prepared to fight back. They took the lead and attacked the Rebel Gods.

Unfortunately for them, the Gods proved to be stronger than they expected. Because of their attacks, their entire city was destroyed. Not a single person in the clan was left alive either.

The entire world was experiencing a common upheaval. Numerous prominent clans were obliterated within a matter of hours.

In the Southern World, the pursuit was drawing nearer to the Village where the divine beings resided.

"I doubt they would be staying in the Southern World. This place is the worst in the Upper Realm," one of the Rebel Gods commented, as two of them flew further.

"Overconfidence is bad. Just focus on search," the other answered, only to stop as he noticed something strange in the distance.