Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage



Even the Throne was ripped. The chaotic light destroyed everything in this ball, even the things that were made from the hardest material in the entire world. 

The destructive force spared no corner of the realm, reducing everything to rubble and shattering the grandeur. In the wake of this devastation, hope seemed like a fleeting memory. It was as if this was going to destroy everything in its path. 

After almost half an hour, the Goddess of Light finally calmed down, convinced that this was enough. She even felt that her attack had probably reduced the Lord of Upper Realm to ashes, but she also knew that the chances were low. 

And the Lord of Upper Realm controlled the space, which allowed him to shift himself to an alternate space, protecting himself. Karyk had supposed to have nothing like that. 

After she stopped her attack, the specks of lightning started slowing down. The room that was so bright that it was impossible to see anything finally returned to some normalcy as the brightness came down. 

The Goddess of Light laughed brightly, noticing that there was nothing where Karyk used to stand. Not even his ashes were left behind. 

As the dust settled, a faint breeze blew through the empty space, carrying with it a lingering sense of loss. The Goddess of Light, still chuckling to herself before looking at the Lord of Upper Realm. Just as she expected, the man was completely unharmed. 

She realized that the difference between the two was too much. The Lord of Upper Realm was harder to kill then she ever could've thought. 

"Apologies for ruining your furniture," the Woman said nonchalantly, with great calmness. She still acted as if she was his equal. 

"Don't mind the furniture," the Lord of Upper Realm waved his hand, making another throne appear behind his eyes. "Though shouldn't you be worrying about something else?"

"Something else?" The woman frowned. She glanced in the direction that the Lord of Upper Realm was looking at. Her eyes widened as soon as she looked behind her. There was a person behind her with no aura at all. The man felt a Mortal but just a glance at him caused her to be terrified. 

"How are you still..." The woman tried speaking, but she wasn't allowed to finish her sentence. 

Karyk raised a hand, and the woman's voice abruptly vanished. She struggled to form words, her eyes filled with fear and confusion. 

The Lord of Upper Realm's also frowned in response. The methods that Karyk used were beyond his understanding. Only one thing was certain. It was that Karyk had gained something in the Ancient Temple that no one before him received. 

The growth that he went through was nice higher than the growth others went through. 

 He possessed a power that surpassed anything the Lord of the Upper Realm had encountered before. As the woman stood there in silence, the Lord began to question the true nature and origins of this man who seemed to possess such immense authority and control. 

He thought at best Karyk would grow as strong as him and would be able to help him in what was to come, but the reality had surpassed his expectations. 

Karyk not only matched the Lord's strength but even surpassed it, leaving the Lord in curiosity of his unparalleled capabilities. Unsure of how to proceed, the Lord simply watched and didn't interfere. 

For what was to come, he needed someone strong. He needed allies and who better than the Lord of Upper Realm.

The Lord of Upper Realm had heard tales of Karyk's unmatched power in the past,since Karyk caused a lot of destruction in the Upper Realm, even troubling the Generals but it was never to the point that he had a reason to personally be concerned. 

He had long stopped interfering in the matters of the Upper Realm. The suggestion to hunt Karyk in the end also came from the Generals and he simply gave them a nod, having no feelings about it. He let them handle everything. 

Only when Karyk returned from the dead did he start paying attention to him. At the same time, he also needed his help. 

The Goddess of Light struggled to free herself, but her body simply refused to listen. She also heard sharp screeches in her ears as if there were evil Spirits all around her, screaming in his ears and holding her into place. 

The laws of the world around her had twisted as soon as Karyk touched her, making her unable to even use her Abilities. 

"I don't hate you..." Karyk spoke, but at the same time, his grip kept getting tighter. "I forgive you."

As he spoke, his grip tightened. A cracking sound resounded. The woman's throat was crushed. Even her light Armor couldn't protect her. Her eyes were filled with hatred even as she died. 

Even after killing her, he didn't release the Goddess of Light. Instead, a strange dark mist entered the body of the Goddess of Light through her nose, mouth and ears. 

The Undead Aura kept flooding her body until her entire body was surrounded by that aura. 

Since it was a Divine Body, there was a lot of rejection of this undead aura, but Karyk forced his way through. As the undead aura completely consumed the Goddess of Light, her once radiant and pure appearance transformed into that of a dark, twisted figure. 

It seemed that Karyk's plan was succeeding, corrupting the embodiment of purity for his own nefarious purposes. The Goddess of Light opened her eyes, but her eyes were pitch black now. She had become an Undead servant of Karyk. 

After fully converting her, Karyk released her throat. The woman dropped to her feet. She intentionally went down on her knees, greeting Karyk like she was greeting her Master. 

Karyk looked upon the Goddess of Light, observing her transformation. The person who tried to kill him again and again was now fated to serve him for an eternity.