Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage



The Beast Monarch was taken aback after seeing Ezekiel. He respectfully greeted Ezekiel, but before he could even finish his sentence, the entire world turned blurry.

His head was in Ezekiel's head who held him by his hair. The Beast Monarch could see his headless body in the distance. In an instant, his head was separated from his body.

Ezekiel tossed the head of the Beast Monarch in the distance. The headless body also fell on the ground at the same time.

Dark clouds spread over the Realm of Gods, giving all the unaware gods a strange feeling.

"Since Gabriel considers you a friend, I'll give you all a quick death. I'll make it easier for you," Ezekiel's cold voice fell in the surroundings.

It was as if the entire world was engulfed in darkness.

One after another, the Beast Monarchs that came across Ezekiel were killed before they should even realise what was happening. In essence, Ezekiel made their death quick and painless, unlike the death he gave to the gods before.

Within ten minutes, most of the Beast Monarchs were dead. And the ones who were left alive realised what was happening. They felt as if they were betrayed by Gabriel! This was indeed a trap! They were brought here so they could all be killed at once!

Even the Lion Monarch who had helped Gabriel before felt his heart shatter. He couldn't believe that Gabriel was betraying like that. And that too, after giving them hope.

"Gabriel! You traitor!" He roared at the top of his lungs. "If you wanted us dead, why give us false hope!"

In the space outside the Realm of Gods, Gabriel remained completely still like a statue, unable to hear any pained cries since he sealed his hearing senses. However, he also felt some pain, unable to help them.

This was a choice that he made, not realizing that this was the start of his spiral down the path of darkness from where it was almost impossible to ever return.

He had once been the protector of these people, the one who brought hope to those in need, but now he had become the harbinger of despair.

His actions had betrayed not only the others but also his own ideals, leaving him trapped in a haunting cycle of remorse and self-doubt.

Back in the Realm of Gods, the loud roar of the Beast Monarch was heard far and wide. It even fell in the ears of the Rebel Gods who were initially confused as to what was happening.

They had a really bad feeling about this.

The old man was inside the Library, going through a book. His expressions were of disbelief, as if he had found out something that made him tremble in disbelief.

"He is..." He muttered, his face turning pale. However, before he could turn the page, he heard the loud scream of the Beast Monarch.

Stunned, he placed the book back before rushing out, wondering if they were under attack.

As soon as he stepped out of the Library, he caught up with the other Rebel Gods.

He could feel a strange coldness in the air. The sky was dark, giving a deathly feeling. It was as if this place wasn't the Realm of Gods anymore. Instead, this was the Realm of Demons!

The entire space was sealed, making it impossible to even use teleportation. They were like caged animals with no escape.

"What is happening?!" The old man asked. However, before anyone could answer him, the head of the Lion Monarch came flying, falling at his feet.

The old man's face went pale. He knew that things had taken a turn for the worse. The once mighty and noble Lion Monarch now lay lifeless, a symbol of the impending danger that threatened the realm.

Even after getting their blessings and becoming as strong as a real God, he was killed so easily.

Panic began to spread among the surviving gods, their confidence shattered and replaced with fear and uncertainty.

The old man, his heart heavy with sorrow and anger, looked around at the frightened faces of his fellow Rebel Gods. Their unity had been shattered, and their purpose seemed futile in the face of this unforeseen betrayal.

"Gabriel... what have you done?" he whispered, his voice filled with both sadness and disappointment. It was clear that they could no longer rely on Gabriel who had led them to this trap.

In the midst of their confusion, a voice echoed through the darkened realm. It was deep and menacing, carrying an air of malevolence that sent chills down their spines.

"All gods shall die! This world shall be free of the Gods!"

As the voice reverberated, everyone saw a person in the distance. It was a man, who had two horns coming out of his forehead.

His presence was extremely demonic, with just a glance alone sending a chill down their spines.

The person in the distance was none other than Ezekiel. His physical appearance left no doubt about his identity! He was the person supposed to be their strength but now, he was here to kill them with his own hands.

The Rebel Gods braced themselves for the impending onslaught, their determination to protect themselves rekindled despite the despair that loomed over them. They knew they had to fight for their survival, even if it was a battle against Ezekiel.

Anything was better than dying while not even trying.

The old man stepped forward, his weathered face etched with resolve. "To think that the Great Ezekiel would use a trap to lure us here. I don't know if he should feel sad or happy."

The Rebel Gods exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a mixture of anger and determination. With a collective nod, they prepared themselves to face their formidable adversary head-on, ready to unleash their dormant powers and fight until the bitter end.

"Trap?" Ezekiel asked, with not even a ripple of emotions on his face. "At least you have the same overconfidence and arrogance as the other gods. That never changes."