Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel



Amongst the reincarnated gods was the god who once tortured Ezekiel, and even killed his family. There was also the god who had given the idea to bring Ezekiel's family back to life, only to kill them. 

At the moment, both those gods were stunned to see Ezekiel in the distance. They hid behind the other gods, remembering the past. 

He was cursing his fate. Even as he was reborn, Ezekiel found him. More than himself, he was cursing the person who brought Ezekiel here. It was his biggest nightmare come true. 

He slowly retreated, looking for a place where he could hide. Unfortunately, his movement attracted Ezekiel's attention. 

Ezekiel didn't stop him though. He let the man leave. There was no way this guy could escape after all. Just like him, this guy was also trapped here. 

Before the cowards who he wanted to kill by taking his time, he had to deal with the other insects. 

Unlike the cowardly God who was the cause of all this, other reborn gods didn't run. They were furious, seeing the face of the man who killed them for no reason. 

They had always wanted one more chance to have their revenge and now this was their opportunity. 

The unknown world in the middle of nowhere was trapped in its own space, detached from everything else. 

There was no way out of this place, as an extra seal had been cast by the Goddess of Reincarnation. The seal on this world further reinforced the restrictions. New chapters are published on ꜰire

Furthermore, the seal of this world was connected to the lives of every person here. It was impossible to break the seal, if even one person was alive. 

This was the method the Goddess of Reincarnation could come up with, to delay Ezekiel. She was willing to sacrifice everyone here, just for that one extra moment, allowing the innocent people in the Realm of Gods to leave. 

As long as the people were alive, the Realm of Gods was going to survive. She just had to wait for Janus to return. Even if she wasn't here by that time, it didn't matter. She had faith that Janus could take care of the rest in her stead. 

The world which was completely silent, suddenly was caught in the storm of battle. 

Explosions and destruction were everywhere, as the battle started to kill just one person. 

Unfortunately, that one person was proving to be impossible to kill. The Reborn Gods didn't know that he couldn't be killed. 

Only the Goddess of Reincarnation knew that fact, but she kept that hidden from the reborn gods. She didn't want them to give up. She wanted them to hold on for as long as they could. 

As the battle erupted, the clash of godlike powers reverberated through the desolate world. The reborn gods unleashed their fury upon Ezekiel, their desire for revenge fueling their every attack. Lightning crackled, flames roared, and the ground quaked under the sheer intensity of their onslaught.

Yet, no matter how fierce their assaults, Ezekiel stood unwavering. He displayed a level of strength and resilience that defied their understanding. With each blow he weathered, his smile grew, as if he was enjoying it. I think you should take a look at

After being trapped for so long, he was enjoying every moment of his revenge. He was enjoying their futile struggles, like he had struggled once upon a time. They had switched places now. 

The reborn gods soon realized that their efforts were futile. Their attacks, once filled with confidence and vengeful intent, now seemed insignificant against Ezekiel's invincible visage.

One after another, more and more gods kept falling, being sliced in two halves. Even their souls were destroyed this time, removing any hope of rebirth. 

Desperation crept into their eyes as they grappled with the realization that they were powerless against him.

With a resolute gaze, Ezekiel faced his enemies head-on. He could sense their fear and desperation, and he understood the pain they had endured. The more pain they felt, the more excited he felt, as if he had turned into a real demon who craved death and destruction. 

He also knew that their suffering could never justify the torment they had inflicted upon him and his family.

As the battle raged on, Ezekiel began to take control. He unleashed his own formidable power, a force born from his desire for retribution. The very essence of his being seemed to merge with the world around him, amplifying his strength and resolve.

The sky turned dark, as if Ezekiel had taken over this world entirely. This had become his domain. 

One by one, the reborn gods fell before him. Their arrogance and cruelty crumbled in the face of Ezekiel's ruthless nature. 

He fought for a desire for revenge, but also to ensure that no others would suffer the same fate as he had.

The battle was fierce and prolonged, lasting for what felt like an eternity. The once-silent world became a grand stage of destruction, each clash of power ripping through the air with devastating force. 

The reborn gods fought with desperation, unwilling to accept their impending defeat.

But Ezekiel, fueled by an inner fire that burned brighter than any god's wrath, pressed on. He refused to relent, pushing himself beyond his limits, until finally, he stood alone amidst the ruins of his adversaries.

Breathing heavily, his body battered but unbroken, Ezekiel surveyed the aftermath of the battle. The once-mighty gods lay defeated, their powers extinguished. He felt a mix of emotions—satisfaction, relief, and a glimmer of hope for a future where no one would suffer as he had.

In the silence that followed, Ezekiel's gaze shifted towards the horizon. He knew he still wasn't completely done. The barrier was still intact, and there were three people who were still alive here. 

Two of them were the gods who turned his world upside down, while the third was the Goddess of Retribution. 

"You want to delay me. I think I know why." Ezekiel raised his head, looking into the distance.