Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel



Ezekiel's grip started tightening around the Goddess' throat as the terrifying poison invaded her body entirely. It was as if Ezekiel was a beast from the Abyss itself. 

Her vision darkened, and the world around her started fading out. Even breathing became hard. It was as if she was merely a mortal at the moment and nothing more. 

"This pain that you feel... It is nothing before the pain I felt. It will never be enough, yet this is me being merciful to you."

He grabbed and tightened his fist until he heard a cracking sound. But he didn't stop there. He bit his thumb, letting out some blood, which solidified into a dagger within his hand. 

He stabbed the dagger in the chest of the Goddess of Reincarnation, right where her heart was supposed to be.

After stabbing the dagger, he waited for a few seconds, looking around. 

Strangely enough, the man he was looking for hadn't shown himself yet. Last time, he was the first to appear when she was attacked, but currently, he was nowhere to be found. This was strange... 

"Where is he?" He muttered, looking at the sky."Even after all this, he didn't show himself."

He didn't believe that Chaos could be unaware of what was happening. However, even if that was the case, it didn't matter. Ezekiel had made up his mind. 

Even if he had to search the depths of this universe, he was going to discover him, but not before destroying everything in his path. 

He tossed the body of the Goddess of Reincarnation aside, leaving the dagger stabbed in her chest. Her breathing had long halted. 

He turned his attention to a certain direction. There were still two more people to kill... The ones that he had deliberately left for the end. 

Hearing the scary silence, the two reborn gods looked at each other, wondering why the battle had stopped. 

"Is it over? Did he die?" One of them asked. They didn't even dare to peep out, scared that they were going to be discovered. 

They both prayed to gods that Ezekiel was dead. And even if he wasn't dead, now that everything was over, they hoped that he would leave, and wouldn't remember anything about them. 

Unfortunately, just as they were lost in thoughts, they heard footsteps. Their expressions went pale. 

The footsteps sounded calm. As if the person was simply strolling around and not in any hurry at all. Despite that, with each footstep, they felt their heart skip a beat. 

Ezekiel knew where the two were hiding. If anything, he could also clearly see them, yet they didn't realize. He wanted to enjoy this moment. He didn't expect that he would ever have this opportunity again. New chapters are published on (f)ir(e).net

Previously, he was so angry that he gave them a swift death, not thinking clearly. He had always regretted giving them such a quick death. This time, he had an opportunity to change that. 

Ezekiel stepped closer to the people, feeling their fear increase with each step. However, as he was merely ten meters away from them, he stopped and changed direction. 

The two gods soon heard the footsteps going farther. They kept complete silence, yet their mind was filled with hope. Maybe this guy actually didn't know where they were or he would've killed them already. I think you should take a look at

With the footsteps growing distant, they felt elated. Eventually, the footsteps completely stopped, as if the person had gone far away already. 

The gods cautiously peeked out from their hiding spot and silently whispered to each other. They couldn't see anyone in the distance. 

It was as if Ezekiel had actually left. They had survived the clutches of death. Relieved but still on high alert, the gods slowly emerged from their hiding spot, scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. 

As they cautiously made their way towards a nearby path, their hearts pounded with a mix of trepidation and gratitude.

"Looks like he left," one of them spoke, sighing in relief. 

"That's what it looks like," another voice came. 

Both the gods were happy, but suddenly, their smiles disappeared, as they both looked at each other. That voice wasn't theirs. It was the voice of their Nightmare. It was Ezekiel's voice, coming from right behind them. 

Ezekiel's voice echoed through the air, causing a shiver to run down their spines. The gods turned around slowly, their faces drained of color, as they beheld Ezekiel standing there, a malicious smile etched across his face.

"We are going to have so much fun..." Ezekiel's devilish smile spread across his lips, while the dark sky above roared and lightning flashed everywhere. 

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Gabriel returned to the Realm of Gods, after he was unable to find Ezekiel on the battlefield. The strange formation was still present, but the realm was still void of life. 

It was as if all the gods had simply disappeared into thin air. 

He walked through the Realm of Gods, advancing toward the core of the formation. 

The closer he came to the core of the formation, the more unstable the space became. It was clear that this formation had something to do with space, and it was all at the core of it. 

Ezekiel reached the core of the formation. There was no one to block him along the way, except a few barriers which he broke with ease. 

However, it was only when he reached here that he understood everything. In the center of the formation, there was a spatial portal. 

It was a portal that used the aura of the Realm of Gods to activate. No one could guess the destination of the portal. And only the Gods could enter this portal. 

If anyone else tried to enter it, they were sent to any random location, far away from where the portal sent the gods. 

The portal was connected to thousands of strange and complex spatial tunnels, which made it impossible to navigate through. 

This large scale formation was the safety precaution of this world, kept in place by Janus which only the Goddess of Reincarnation knew about.