Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel

Chapter 753 753: New Sword

Gabriel reached out with his mind, drawing the shards toward him, weaving them back together with threads of his consciousness. As the pieces reformed, his sword took on a new, radiant aspect, a reflection of his unwavering resolve.

With his reforged weapon in hand, Gabriel met Caen's next assault head-on. He had observed enough. Caen's Sword was strong, but his control over the sword was very weak, as if it was his first time using a weapon like this.

With that, Gabriel had a rough idea on how to deal with it.

As he reforged the sword with his divine will, he made a few changes of his own.

The knowledge of the Laws of the World that he had acquired in the Upper Realm had greatly expanded by now. He could finally make full use of his borrowed Bloodline.

As his Sword underwent refining, the intricate symbols representing the Ancient Characters of Worldly Laws were expertly etched onto the gleaming blades.

He used the Abyssal Dragon's Heart within his body to manipulate the Element of Abyss to carve those ancient characters, giving them other worldly strength as well.

Moreover, he didn't just have one Bloodline. He also had another Bloodline! The Bloodline of the God of Lightning. Lightning flickered around his newly created sword that brightened the dark surroundings.

As he grasped the dual-bloodline sword in his hand, he could feel the immense power coursing through him, ready to be unleashed at his command.

With each movement, the blade resonated with a divine energy, crackling with lightning and leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. But Gabriel still didn't stop. If it was about a weapon, he wanted to show that he wasn't lacking.

He bit his left thumb, making it blood. His blood drop floated through the space, being absorbed by the Ancient Characters. The blood drop contained the essence of Karyk's Blood!

Even though Gabriel hated Karyk, it didn't change the fact that he had Karyk's blood essence!

With Karyk's blood essence in the mix, the newly forged sword changed once more. Its hilt turned pitch black, surrounded by a deathly aura. Sometimes it even appeared as if spirits could be seen circling Gabriel's sword.

Ezekiel frowned, observing Gabriel's Sword. When Gabriel used his blood essence, Ezekiel felt his own blood react. It was a strange feeling that even Ezekiel didn't understand.

His blood shouldn't have reacted like this, just because Gabriel used Gabriel's majestic divine sword was finally completed. It stood as a testament to both craftsmanship and mysticism. Its blade, forged his blood essence. It was a strange feeling... A sense of urging. His frown deepened. He had many questions in his mind.

However, he knew that asking Gabriel about it would be futile. There was no way for Gabriel to understand what he himself couldn't understand.

Gabriel never revealed much about his blood essence or the power that lay dormant within him. Ezekiel remained silent, deciding to keep his curiosity to himself for now.

Gabriel's majestic divine sword was finally completed. It stood as a testament to both craftsmanship and mysticism. Its blade, forged from an otherworldly alloy, gleamed with an ethereal brilliance. Ancient characters, etched into the metal, told stories of forgotten gods that had perished long ago.

Lightning danced along the blade's edge, casting an awe-inspiring, electric aura that crackles with power. Its hilt appeared crafted from obsidian as dark as the abyss, within which lay an air of ominous elegance, contrasting the radiant intensity of the blade.

This legendary weapon embodied the perfect harmony between the divine and the arcane, a truly special weapon.

Even though it appeared as if a long time had passed since Gabriel started creating his sword, only less than a second had passed.

Caen didn't interfere with Gabriel as he created a new Sword. It was as if Caen wanted Gabriel to have hope so he could watch his face when he crushed his hope under his feet.

With each precise movement, Gabriel's hands guided the ethereal essence into the sword, infusing it with a power that surpassed even his own expectations.

The luminescent glow radiating from the blade signaled the birth of a truly formidable weapon, capable of bringing both restoration and destruction with the swing of its master's arm.

Once Gabriel finished creating his sword, he raised his sword toward Caen.

The battle started once again, as both the figures disappeared, moving at a speed that couldn't be seen with naked eyes.

The clash of their divine swords echoed through the void, each strike threatening to unravel the very fabric of reality. The heavens watched in awe as these two gods battled, their destinies intertwined in a cosmic dance of creation and destruction.

The dark void bore witness to their struggle, an eternal testament to the consequences of their actions.

Gabriel and Caen were not just fighting for their own existence; they were fighting for the balance of all existence, a battle that would shape the fate of the cosmos itself.

Unlike before, Gabriel's sword didn't break this time. Its ethereal glow radiated with newfound strength, matching the fierce determination in Gabriel's eyes as he pressed forward, channeling the very essence of creation into each strike.

Caen, on the other hand, brought the power of destruction, willing to destroy the universe itself for his revenge!

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While the battle in the sky continued, the gods that supported Caen frowned. They could feel that things weren't going in their favor.

By now, Caen should've killed that insignificant person and moved onto Ezekiel. If Ezekiel interfered at this time, then Caen could easily be killed.

In the end, they couldn't sit back and watch. They decided to attack Gabriel and help Caen finish it faster so they could surround and kill Ezekiel with Caen's help. New ᴄhapters are published on ɴovelFɪre.net

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In a distant realm known as the Realm of Gods, a profound silence enveloped the surroundings. The once bustling realm was now devoid of any signs of life, as every god had gone to the Upper Realm.

A portal opened high above the sky of the Realm of Gods. From the portal, a person stepped out. Janus had returned, but he didn't come empty handed.