Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage



Gabriel was left in disbelief as his Sword shattered into fragments. In an instant, his form transformed into a mere shadow, dissipating into the depths of the dark void.

Caen's Sword passed through the empty space, missing Gabriel. 

Gabriel appeared once again, around ten meters away from Caen. His eyes focused on Caen's Sword. To break his Sword with such ease, it couldn't be an ordinary sword. 

Moreover, when his sword broke, Gabriel also felt as if something was trying to steal his strength. That sword in Caen's hand, it was something dangerous. 

Usually, Gabriel would've used other methods to block the Sword, instead of dodging. But he felt threatened when he saw that Sword coming to him, as if a single scratch from the Sword could hurt him a lot. Without thinking about it, he dodged. 

"First you try to block my path and then you try to escape? You think I'll let you run away now?!" Cash exclaimed. "You're the cause of it all!"

He flew toward Gabriel, raising his sword high. His Sword came slashing as he put even more strength behind the attack. 

The attack this time was even more powerful. 

Gabriel's instincts kicked into overdrive as he saw Caen's furious charge. The dark void trembled with the intensity of his attack, an attack that had far-reaching consequences beyond anyone's understanding.

Gabriel had halted the battle from his side, trying to grasp the situation with the sword. Something about that sword was very strange. Caen shouldn't have this strength!

That Sword's attack was almost as strong as Ezekiel's full strength attack, if not stronger. And more importantly, Gabriel felt a strange sense of familiarity with that energy. 

With a swift, evasive maneuver, Gabriel avoided the devastating blow that would have surely hurt him. The shockwave from the missed strike sent ripples through the void, distorting reality itself.

But the attack didn't stop. Even though Gabriel had dodged, the attack still went forward through the space, hitting the Eastern World of the Upper Realm that was in the distance. 

Gabriel landed gracefully on a floating shard of reality, his eyes locked on Caen. A single attack and the entire eastern world of the Upper Realm was sliced in two halves. 

Billions of lives... perished just like that, because of a missed attack. The world split in two from the attack, but because of the ripples through the space, the two halves of the Eastern World exploded. 

The devastating explosion sent shockwaves throughout the Upper Realm, causing chaos and destruction in neighboring worlds as well.

The once-thriving cities and grand structures in the worlds nearest to the Eastern World were reduced to rubble, as innocent beings became casualties of a catastrophic event beyond their control. 

The entire Eastern World had disappeared. Still, Caen didn't care in the least. It was as if he had gone mad in anger. Even if he was to destroy the reality itself, he wasn't going to let Gabriel or Ezekiel live. 

Far in the distance, Ezekiel remained emotionless, his eyes focused on the destruction in the distance. The sword in Caen's hand was the only thing that caught his attention, since he understood what made it so strong. 

"This boy... He is overwhelmed by the power of those things... If he isn't killed soon, the entire upper world will be destroyed."

He could easily intervene in the battle. If he killed Caen, the battle was going to be over. But he didn't interfere. The battle was for Gabriel to end. Only if Gabriel died was he to enter. 

While he was still lost in thought, Ezekiel flicked his finger, sending an aura blade flying behind him. 

"Urgh!" A pained groan resounded. Merely a few meters behind him, one of the gods stood, holding onto his throat that was cut cleanly. 

Crimson fluid seeped between his trembling fingertips. Gradually, the man succumbed to death's embrace. 

In his final moments, he had strategized to strike Ezekiel by surprise, never anticipating that he would meet his demise without even catching a glimpse of Ezekiel's face.

Although Ezekiel looked like he was completely focused on the battle ahead, it was clear that his attention was all around him. It was as if he was waiting for someone. 

He was told that Chaos was dead. But he still had hope that the man was going to appear. He didn't believe that someone like Chaos could be killed. The man who defeated him... He couldn't die that easily. 

Not only Chaos, but there was another person. Although Ezekiel never forgot Janus who was the Guardian of the Realm of Gods and Chaos' little brother, he had heard a lot about that man. 

Since he was Chaos' brother, Ezekiel expected him to be quite strong. That's why he waited, thinking this was a trap. But until now, Janus didn't appear. 

"Is he really not going to appear... I suppose I should force them a little."

He turned his attention to the Southern World where the Gods who supported Caen were standing. They didn't fight with Caen, all because Caen had told them to stay away from his battle. 

If anything, they were only told to intervene when he was truly in need or if his life was in danger. 

....

The tension between Gabriel and Caen was palpable, their power surging like waves crashing against the boundaries of existence. This was not just a duel; it was a collision of divine wills.

"If you're only going to keep escaping like a coward then scram back to where you came from! I'd much rather face Ezekiel than his little pet!" Caen's voice dripped with disdain and a hint of bitterness, as he continued to taunt Gabriel. But Gabriel remained silent, his eyes fixed on Caen, his expression unreadable.

"You misunderstand," Gabriel replied, his voice resonating with a celestial timbre. "I didn't seek to escape. I was just appreciating that Sword of yours."

The fractured remnants of his shattered sword still hung in the air, their ethereal glow pulsating with a newfound vitality. 

Gabriel reached out his hand toward the broken fragments.