Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate

In the crater located at the base of the mountain, Gerhart and Cethus stood facing each other.

Lux and those who wished to spectate the battle watched from the mountaintop, patiently waiting for the two combatants to begin their fight with each other.

"Do you really need to go through this?" Flamma asked with his arms crossed over his chest. "Even I recognize Cethus' strength. He will be a good addition to the Guild."

"It's not about how strong a person is, Flamma," Lux replied as he looked at the Dragon Born who had taken a fighting stance while holding a black spear in his hands. "It's about how strong their resolve is. Cethus is a bit special. I agree that he is strong, but strength alone will not make him eligible to join my guild."

Leah, who was sitting by the Half-Elf's side, looked up at him and asked a question.

"Big Brother, do I also need to fight in order to be part of the guild?" Leah asked.

"No," Lux replied. "You get a free pass, Leah because you are Eiko's friend."

"Really?"

"Really. Isn't that right, Eiko?"

"Un!"

Alexa and Emily eyed the Half-Elf who was clearly spouting a bunch of nonsense in order to trick their little sister. Even so, they understood the intent behind his words. Not everyone had the privilege to join Lux's Mythical guild whenever they wanted to.

They were members of Heaven's Gate only because their father was now part of Lux's Covenant. If not for that fact, all of them could only dream of joining the Mythical Guild that took the world by storm.

"They're starting." Flamma narrowed his eyes as he watched Gerhart and Cethus soar toward the sky. "Who do you think will win?"

"It's hard to say," Lux replied. "I think the one that goes all out will be the winner."

The Half-Elf then waved his hand to summon Pazuzu, Orion, Lazarus, and Zagan to help stop the fight if they deemed that it would be too dangerous to continue.

He had seen how Gerhart fought with his life on the line in the Tournament that was held at Barbatos Academy. If he were to do the same thing now, he was afraid that even if the Dragon Born was strong, his chances of winning were very slim.

The last thing he wanted to happen was for one of them to lose their lives just because they weren't able to hold back from dealing a fatal blow to their opponent.

Suddenly, strong winds started to blow in the surroundings, forming tornadoes, as Garret manipulated the wind to serve as his shield and sword against his enemy.

Cethus didn't back down and flew toward the center of the chaotic slaughterhouse with a determined look on his face.

As soon as he entered the range of the tornadoes, he suddenly found himself falling to the ground as if the wind under his wings had disappeared completely.

The Dragon Born had expected Gerhart to manipulate the tornadoes to suck him inside it, rendering him helpless.

"You've always been proud of your ability to fly," Gerhart said as he unleashed several wind blades in the direction of the falling Dragon Born. "Because of this, I've always wondered what you'd feel if the wind that allowed you to fly disappeared completely."

"You talk too much," Cethus replied as he righted himself in mid-air.

The Wind Blades that Gerhart had unleashed suddenly veered toward the ground, as if something heavy pulled them down.

Cethus, on the other hand, stood in the air, as if he was standing on solid ground.

"I don't need wind to fly," Cethus declared as he raised the spear in his hand, pointing its tip to the green-haired Half-Elf, who was at the center of six tornadoes that were spinning around him. "Enough chat, just fight."

Dozens of dark balls appeared around the Dragon Born, which made the corner of Gerhart's lips rise.

'I knew it,' Gerhart thought. 'This bastard is not going to hold back. I better take this battle seriously.'

The green-haired Half-Elf was the one who proposed that he and Cethus fight. The real reason for this was that he wanted to test his own strength against an opponent whose rank was equivalent to his.

Gerhart then raised both of his hands, and the two tornadoes surrounding him shrank before spinning around his left and right hands.

The two other tornadoes then merged with the Half-Elf's legs.

A moment later, the two remaining tornadoes merged with Gerhart's body, creating an armor that was imbued by the destructive power of mother nature.

Without any warning, Gerhart shot towards the Dragon Born like a railgun, with a speed that was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye.

Cethus, who was surrounded by the countless gravity balls, had done the same thing as Gerhart had done.

He had absorbed these Gravity Balls, creating a black shell around his body, freely manipulating the power of gravity in his surroundings.

Suddenly, a resounding ringing sound spread in the surroundings as Gerhart collided with Cethus' gravity shell.

The green-haired Half-Elf had wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, so he decided to give the Dragon Born a solid punch on his shoulder that was strong enough to tear Cethus' entire arm off his body.

However, to his surprise, not only was he unable to break the gravity shell, he found himself flying backward from the impact of the collision.

Aside from control over gravity, Cethus had also learned a new skill recently, and that was Vector Manipulation.

He had only started using this ability recently and lacked mastery over its control. This was why he decided to make things a bit simple and created a gravity shell that automatically repelled or deflected any attacks whether they be physical or magical in nature.

The only way to break the shell was if his opponent unleashed an attack that would overwhelm Cethus' control over gravity, breaking it completely.

"Looks like you'll have some problems if the two of you ever have a rematch," Lux said before giving Flamma a side-long glance.

"Mmm, it's not bad," Flamma replied. "But I can easily break it if I go all out. How about you? Can you deal with it?"

"Of course," Lux replied. "Just who do you think I am?"

The Half-Elf and the Half-Orc both chuckled, but deep inside, they were thinking that Cethus' new ability was indeed very troublesome.

Vector Manipulation was not an easy ability to Master, but anyone who was capable of unlocking its maximum potential was a force to be reckoned with.

Gerhart, who had been blown away by his own attack, righted himself in mid-air. That short exchange was enough to tell him that if he wasn't willing to use his bloodline ability, he would lose this match to the Dragon Born.

"First Gate, Unlock," Gerhart said as he bit on his thumb, removing the limiter he had set after training with Cai's Grandpa, Maximilian.

A second later, he vanished from his spot, and another resounding ringing sound spread in the surroundings as his fist smashed on Cethus' gravity shell.

However, this time, instead of being blown away by his own attack, it was the Dragon Born who was sent flying by Gerhart's punch.

Blood flowed from the green-haired Half-Elf's clenched fist, but he didn't care. Now that he was putting his life on the line, Gerhart was determined to see this battle through to the end.

He had acknowledged that it would be hard for him to beat Lux in a one-on-one battle, but he would be damned if he lost to Cethus, whose arrogance in the past had ticked him off more times than he could count.

"What are you doing?" Flamma asked when he saw Lux equip his Personal Dragon Regalia, which allowed him to move at the speed of lightning.

"Just making sure that neither of them is going to die in this duel," Lux replied. "Gerhart has unlocked his limit and if Cethus doesn't have any more trump cards, I'm stopping this match."

The Half-Elf then flew towards the sky and remained a good distance from the two combatants.

His Named Creatures had also positioned themselves in strategic locations, ready to use Duel [EX] to forcefully separate the two fighters, whose battle would probably destroy parts of the floating island, which was something none of them wanted to see happen.