Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel



The space was dark, yet filled with multiple spatial cracks all over the place, as if the space itself was breaking apart. 

Initially, the Gods arrived, thinking they were going to kill Ezekiel. However, when they saw Ezekiel's attacks, they were momentarily dazed. Moreover, they also noticed that Ezekiel wasn't alone!

Right before their eyes, Ezekiel asked someone to stop them. This made them feel that they had an opportunity. 

They could kill Ezekiel much more easily when he was distracted. Some of them just had to hold Gabriel back, while the others attacked Ezekiel. 

Gabriel, a towering figure clad in black, stood before them, wielding a sword of shadows. The sword was made purely from darkness, but it felt even more dangerous since it had some traces of Abyssal Energy, which was quite harmful for the gods. 

A dark abyssal armor appeared around Gabriel, protecting his chest and most of his body. Before long, his entire body was shrouded in darkness to the point that it was even impossible to see his face. 

Only his calm yet cold eyes were visible through the darkness. 

"As I said before, these people really forget just what the Realm of Gods signified!" One of the Gods exclaimed, shaking his head lightly. 

Not only were these two attacking the realm of gods openly, but they were doing that without any fear, which made him quite irritated. 

"Do you know that you came straight to your death the moment you came here?!" the dark haired god stepped forward. 

The golden armor around his chest was so bright that it was lightning up the darkness of the space. 

A blood red robe hung behind him, having a phoenix embraced on it. The man didn't carry a sharp weapon. However, he did have a gauntlet around each of his hands. 

He was known as the God of War, one known for his strongest fighting talents. It was said that a single attack from him could destroy a small world easily. Even some of the old gods couldn't last long before him. 

He was also known as the most violent god, who wasn't scared of most people. There were only two people in the entire universe who still scared him. One of them was Janus, while the other was Caen himself. 

In fact, Caen scared him more than Janus. That's why he sided with Caen in the conflict of inheritance. 

Even when he sided with Caen, he still had an urge to fight him. Unfortunately, he felt that he was undoubtedly going to die, if he tried that. That's why he was so eager to fight now. 

It was said that Ezekiel was barely defeated by young Chaos, in his early years. If he could defeat Ezekiel and his friend easily, that could easily prove that he was superior to Chaos. That was the confidence he needed to later challenge Caen!

"You take care of the kid. We'll stop Ezekiel before he destroys the barrier!" While the God of War stepped forward, the other gods focused on Ezekiel. 

The God of War was taken aback. He wanted to fight Ezekiel. However, he didn't react. If anything, it was more urgent to protect the barrier. Moreover, he knew he could finish Gabriel fast. 

After that, he could take care of Ezekiel. He didn't think the other gods were as strong as him, so there was no way they could end the battle that soon. In his eyes, they were only as good as cannon fodder, to exhaust Ezekiel. 

"Alright." The God of War stated as he clamped his fist with each other. 

"None of you are going anywhere... As long as I can still fight!"

Gabriel coldly stated. Right at that moment, over twenty clones came from his shadow, spreading out. Moreover, all the clones appeared completely identical to him and had the same strength. 

If anything, it was impossible to know which of the clones was the real one and which wasn't!

This was the same spell that he had faced in the past. This was the spell that was used by the Dean of Academy of Elements when he fought him! In fact, with this spell, the Dean of Academy had almost defeated him the first time they fought. If it wasn't for Raphael's help, he could've easily lost that time. 

Through the end, he had always been trying to create his own version of the spell, improving it along the way. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ꜰʀᴇᴇᴡᴇʙɴ(o)ᴠᴇʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ. novelenglish.net . Fɪre

However, there was always one problem with the spell, that he hadn't managed to solve. For him, the spell was still incomplete. Despite that, he didn't hesitate in using it. 

He wasn't going to make the same mistake as he did when facing Caen! He decided to give it his all, right from the start. They had to break that barrier! He couldn't let anyone interfere!

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Karyk had almost lost himself along the way. He lived so many lives through the various tombstones, gathering so much knowledge, that he had momentarily forgotten himself. 

Sometimes, he was a beggar, living a life that was no better than death itself. Other times, he was a child who died early due to sickness. 

Sometimes, he was a King who was killed, other times he was a warrior who saw death and destruction in the battlefield, having his own hands drenched in blood. 

Within a few weeks, he felt as if he had grown thousands of years old. 

However, as he went deeper, the lives he experienced were becoming much different. He was starting to experience the life of gods themselves, who had died throughout the years. 

He didn't know just what this place was trying to do. He also felt as if this place was especially prepared for him by someone... Everything was arranged in such a manner as if someone knew that he was going to come here in the future. 

All the lives that he experienced, everything he faced, it was as if all of those lives were trying to tell him something... something that he was still falling to grasp.