Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

Izen had already taken note of Gabriel's resistance. It was clear that the boy wasn't going to give up, at least not until he was knocked out completely.

That's exactly what he decided to do as he started casting a spell, only to stop midway, sensing a strange presence in the back... The presence wasn't weak either... If anything, it was very powerful now that he thought about it

Not only him, but all other Izen also looked in that direction.

Even Gabriel was surprised as he felt that presence.

"How...? How could he be here? And why...?" he muttered under his breath, not understanding anything.

In the distance, there was a beautiful red formation on the ground that appeared like a summoning spell. Strangely enough, Gabriel hadn't cast any summoning spell. He had promised someone last time that after he cleared the Tower, he wasn't going to Summon that person for at least a week.

That's why, even now he was hesitating in calling that person. He didn't use his Summoning skill. Then how was he here? Did he come on his own? Could he even do that? There were many questions on Gabriel's face as he turned around, looking at the formation in the distance.

Within a few seconds, a man was completely visible. It was also clear that this aura belonged to him.

Gabriel could feel the warmth spread all around. The temperature had suddenly become very hot with the arrival of that being.

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[A few moments ago]

[The Realm of Dead]

The Infernal King had just finished letting out his anger on the Damphirs who dared to attack his horse. In his anger, he went straight to the Kingdom of Damphirs.

Amongst all the Undead Kingdoms, the Damphirs were the Weakest and also had a really low number compared to other Kingdoms, but despite that, it was unheard of that one person was able to destroy an entire Kingdom alone.

The Infernal King stood outside the Royal City of the Damphirs, watching the entire city burn in beautiful blue flames that made the sight look even more beautiful.

"Those who attack the ones I hold dear... They shall pay."

It took him only a week to destroy this entire Kingdom. It was a good thing that the other Kingdoms didn't try to interfere in the war. It was unclear what would've happened if they did, but for now, it was a swift victory of the Infernal King which made his name even more prominent in the Realm of the Dead.

The Kingdom was destroyed and all that was left for him was to watch the kingdom burn, but as he was enjoying the sight, he also had an uneasy feeling for some reason.

He didn't know what that feeling was, but it was as if he needed to be somewhere urgently. It was as if he didn't hurry, it was going to be very bad.

"Is he in... trouble?" He wondered, looking in the distant horizon.

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A man stood on the barren land, surrounded by the aura of death. His eyes burned brightly as he observed his surroundings.

It didn't take him long before he found Gabriel, sitting on his knees in the distance. He was surrounded from all sides by men who all looked alike.

Gabriel didn't even have enough Spiritual Strength to be able to cast a complete spell of healing. The wounds on his face and body were clearly visible as well. The only good thing was that he was still safe and conscious.

The Infernal King clenched his fist as he started walking toward Gabriel.

"I don't know who you are, but your aura reeks of something evil. Drop to your knees and surrender. We would allow you to live," Izen warned the Infernal King. It was his policy to warn an enemy first before going all out.

The Infernal King didn't heed to the warning. He simply raised his right hand.

"Burn." Only one word came out of his mouth.

Surprisingly enough, that one word was enough to make Izen's body burn in deep blue flames. Before he could even react, his body burned to ashes, disappearing.

One of the Twenty Izens were killed, but the others still existed which made Gabriel assured that the real Izen was still alive. He was also the most powerful out of them all since all the clones only had a fraction of his strength. He was also sure that the real Izen hadn't even made a move since the beginning.

"Hmm?" All Izen were slightly surprised, watching one of the clones burn. "Our Numen makes it impossible for any Magical Spell to hurt us. That means your fire..."

Gabriel also came to the same conclusion. The Infernal King wasn't using any spell. Even though he was also called the Sorcerer King, he wasn't really a mage.

The flames that he used weren't a spell, they were his Bloodline ability! That meant they were able to pass the defenses of the Numen that protected Izen from all the Magical Attacks.

It appeared as if the tides had turned in their favor, but still not entirely since Izen was yet to make a move.

"I need to help him as well!" Gabriel called out another Soul Healing Pill to heal his Soul now that everyone else was distracted.

Unfortunately, now that the Soul Healing Pill was in his hand, he couldn't do anything with it since his hands weren't listening to him. It was as if his hands had turned into a stone, unable to move.

"The Hundredth Floor was right... My body is weak. If I don't hurry there..." Gabriel looked at his hands. He could never forget what he found out on the Hundredth Floor which made him understand himself more.

He knew that it wasn't just an ordinary phenomenon that was happening. It had much deeper routes and that's why he was in a hurry to leave the City and avoid more battles if possible.

Unfortunately, the situation didn't allow it.

"Come on... Listen to me!" Gabriel placed all his strength, just to raise his hand now. He needed to use the Soul Healing Pill if he wanted to fight back now. He could even heal his soul normally with time, but time was what he lacked.

He didn't give up and kept putting more and more effort in raising his hand.

"I am not this weak! No! I refuse to give up!"

He let his body lose momentarily before trying again. The only thing he changed was that he closed his eyes this time.

Surprisingly, he was finally able to move his hand. It was still heavy and for him, it was like he was a child who was lifting a heavy hammer, but he didn't care! The battle was just beginning…