Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage



The two rebel gods heard a voice, resonating with an aura of primordial might. The sheer sound of it compelled a profound reverence and an inclination to submit.

Fortunately, their mental fortitude was strong. They controlled their subconscious urges, remembering that they were stronger than that. How could they submit to the enemy?! Surrender was never an option.

The two rebel gods turned back, and looked around them. There were tens of gods standing there, including High Council Members. 

It had been a long time since they last met these people... They were the ones who were after their lives to please the new Rulers of Upper Realm. 

"So it's the dogs of the family who ruined the Realm of Gods and killed the Ancestral God." The Rebel Gods sarcastically stated, glancing at the High Council Members. 

They were all loyal to the Ancestral Gods, but they switched sides as soon as the Ancestral Gods were defeated, like pathetic dogs. Not only that, but to show their loyalty, they killed the ones who refused to switch sides, forcing the rebels to escape. 

"You!" The High Council Members clenched their teeth, feeling insulted. But they didn't attack. Instead, they waited for another person. 

"Your tongue is quite sharp for a group of cowards." The High Council Members surrounded the Rebel Gods. 

Even though the two of them were suppressed, they didn't want to give these two any chance of escaping. 

On the other side, two High Council Members moved farther from each other, clearing the path for their King. 

As they moved aside, the Two Rebel Gods finally saw the person that they had only heard about in the past. A young man who appeared to be in his early twenties, but surrounded by an aura that was Divine yet Demonic at the same time. 

The young man stood tall, radiating an inexplicable power that sent shivers down the spines of those present. 

His eyes, a brilliant shade of azure, fixated on the Rebel Gods. He had a sheath attached to his waist, securing a sword within. But the hilt of the Sword was in open view. The embedded gems gave an otherworldly radiance, but the Rebel Gods couldn't feel anything more from them. 

They struggled to comprehend the nature of this sensation. Although the gems seemed devoid of any noticeable powers, an unsettling and enigmatic fear crept over them. The source of this dread remained inexplicable, as if the stones harbored both a threatening force and a lack thereof.

Caen stepped closer to the Rebel Gods, without being cautious. He didn't even pull out his sword. 

"Are you working with Ezekiel?" he only asked a single question and nothing more. 

The Rebel Gods glanced at each other. Since they couldn't escape easily or send a message, the only way to alert Gabriel was if they were to die. Gabriel had their soul fragments. If they were to die, he was going to know right away. 

But the Rebel Gods didn't intend to die over nothing. They wanted to at least kill as much as they found before meeting their end. And if an opportunity arose, break the barrier. 

Neither of them replied to Caen. Instead, they simultaneously darted towards him, brandishing their weapons. Caen, unaware and defenseless, stood only a few meters away, creating the ideal opening for them.

The High Council Members were also stunned. Without thinking twice, they sprang into action, using their own powers to create a protective shield around Caen, but they were too late. Or so they thought. 

As the Rebel Gods drew nearer to Caen, a palpable storm of power engulfed him, radiating from their collective strength. 

Both of them had only one thing in their mind. It was to show Caen what they were capable of. They had both dedicated themselves wholeheartedly to their training. The time had come for them to demonstrate their true potential to the world and, if possible, eliminate a significant obstacle from the ongoing war.

"I got my answer," Caen spoke, not showing much emotion. If anything, his eyes seemed disappointed. 

Ezekiel had killed his mother, and took so many lives, yet these rebel gods were supporting him. They had disappointed him thoroughly. Moreover, they were too weak for him to even draw his sword. 

The Rebel Gods came closer to Caen. Even a fraction of a second hadn't passed. Just a moment more and they could take Caen's head off. 

Both their swords came for Caen's head from different directions, drawing closer to his throat. Even if Caen was to draw his sword out, he could only block one of the attacks. 

Unfortunately for them, Caen had no intentions of using the sword. Instead, he swiftly raised his hands, grabbing the two blades without any protective gear, effortlessly blocking the impending attack.

His grip tightened, the Rebel Gods unable to believe what they witnessed as their sharp divine blades shattered before their very eyes.

The blades were made from the Divine Matter, which was said to be the strongest matter found in the Divine Realm. They had created these blades especially for this war, only to watch them be destroyed. 

"H-how?" They asked, not understanding what just happened. It was as if Caen was in an entirely different league than they heard. 

As they tried to regain their senses, a sudden sensation of heat enveloped their neck. But almost as quickly, that warmth transformed into an icy chill as droplets of blood slowly trickled down their throat. 

Caen's motionless body seemed to lean to one side, or so they believed. However, upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was their head that had twisted, fully detached from their body. 

Their heads were soon in freefall. They didn't know what just happened. Caen's hand was holding only their sword Fragments and they didn't see any attack coming. It was as if they just died on their own. 

Caen turned his back on the headless body of the rebels which soon dropped to the ground.

"I won't make the same mistake I did last time. This time, I'll finish what you all started," Caen's cold voice came.