Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

The enigmatic door gradually opened, connecting this world to the realm of the dead. Through the connection, the dark spell selected the closest being in the realm of the Undead.

From the description of the spell, Gabriel had found out that he didn't have much choice in what he was going to summon.

Since it was his first time and his magical strength level was weaker comparatively, he couldn't be more specific in his search. In fact, he couldn't even see into the realm of the undead through the door.

It all depended on luck at this point for him. Despite that, he was still intrigued. Even if it was a random selection, he had ways to use it to get out of the place.

Gabriel eagerly waited to see just who was bound to be his first Summoned Undead. Whoever it was... Since it was Gabriel's first time, the Summoned Undead was supposed to be bound to him for as long as Gabriel lived. That's why the first Summons were always so special.

From then on, Gabriel could Summon the undead whenever he wanted, without using much magical strength.

He didn't know much about the realm of the Undead at the moment, but he had asked Lira about it, trying to understand just what kind of creatures lived in the realm of the dead. He wanted to understand just what his Summoned Familiar could be like.

According to Lira, the most common beings in the Realm of the Dead were Skeleton Soldiers and Zombies. There were millions of them. The stronger an Undead was, the rarer they were in the realm of the undead, and the chances of getting them were also very low.

Based on that probability, Gabriel expected that he was going to receive a Skeleton Soldier most probably. From then on, everything was on his shoulders about how he used the Skeleton Soldier to get out of here. He had already thought of a plan as well. It all relied on his fourth skill.

The doors opened entirely, revealing complete darkness on the other side. Gabriel couldn't see anything on the other end, but he did feel a strange feeling in his body.

It was a strange kind of pain that he felt. "It seems the Spell found an Undead for me. The connection is being established."

Gabriel clenched his fist, bearing with the sharp pain that was only increasing.

"Urgh!" The pain suddenly increased to levels even he hadn't expected. He dropped to his knees as his breathing halted. He had to struggle to even breathe! His heart also stopped beating momentarily.

Clenching his chest, Gabriel tried to breathe even as his vision also started turning dark! He felt suffocated!

He didn't know what this was, but it felt as if he was going to die! The pain was even worse than being stabbed again and again by Hawrin.

He had only one thought in his head at the moment. It was if he was going to die?! He couldn't have imagined, even in his dreams, that he would die from his own spells. Now he understood why the stronger spells were kept beyond his reach! Just the second spell itself was so dangerous for his soul.

He felt as if the connection that the spell was trying to establish was destroying his soul in return. He didn't know why! Why was this happening? Was it really that hard to establish a connection with a mere skeleton soldier?

His body started turning weak as he began to pass out, almost losing hope.

Fortunately, just as he felt that he was going to pass out and die, his ring came into action.

A mysterious dark light started shining all around the ring, slowly surrounding his entire body, helping relieve the pain.

His heart once again started beating, and he was finally able to breathe. He breathed heavily, trying to take as much oxygen as he could. After gasping for breath, finally, he could breathe!

He sat on his knees, huffing as if he had just raced for over a thousand miles at his top speed without resting.

The burden on his soul went down a lot. Now that Gabriel finally felt like he was going to live, he could finally think about this strange phenomenon.

If it was so hard to establish a contract with a Skeleton Soldier, he didn't even feel like imagining just how scary it would've been to try to establish a contract with a stronger being! Even now, the contract hasn't succeeded!

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The realm of the Dead... It was a place where most of the Undead was said to be residing. The Undead couldn't access the world of the living, but it was the same for the Living Beings who couldn't access the Realm of the Dead... At least, that was the claim.

There were billions of Undeads in the Realm of Death, but amongst the billions, there were only fifty who ruled the Realm of Undead. They were called Supreme Undead Beings and enjoyed great prestige in the realm.

Most of the Supreme Undead Beings had their own Empires and controlled massive armies of the undead.

Strangely enough, even though there were Fifty Supreme Undeads, there were only forty-nine Empires. Almost all of the Realm of Undead was under their Control.

The Empire of Skeletons was controlled by the Skeleton King, who had the biggest army out of all the Undead Empires. His army contained not only Billions of Skeleton Soldiers but also Millions of Skeleton Mages and Skeleton Grand Mages.

Even the Skeleton King himself was able to control magic to fight! It was said that it was almost impossible to defeat the Skeleton King.

The Smallest Army of all the Undead Empires belonged to the Lich Empire, which had only a hundred thousand warriors. However, despite such a small number, they were still among the strongest Empires. There were many such powerful Empires controlled by the Forty-nine Supreme Undead Beings, but there was still one left... One that was the most unorthodox one here.

It was a Supreme Undead that controlled no Empires. Not only did he control no Empire, but he didn't try to establish one either. It was just one person, but that one person was someone that was enough to intimidate even the strongest of the Empires. He was known as the Lone Undead King.

There were no official rankings of the Supreme Undeads, but if there was one, the Lone Undead King would've been amongst the top.

A horse raced through a desert. As far as the eyes could see, only black sand could be seen.

The white horse created quite a contrast in the Black Desert, but the Horse didn't look like an ordinary horse from the earth.

Instead of one tail, the horse had nine beautiful tails. There were two horns protruding out of his head, but the strangest part was that his entire body was on fire. Deep blue flames were surrounding the horse, not looking as if it was harming the horse in the least.

A figure was sitting on the horse, covered by a black cloak which made it impossible to see his physical features. Even that figure appeared to be unaffected by the deep blue flames...

A terrifying aura of death emanated from the cloaked figure...

The horse that appeared to be talking with the wind started slowing down as if noticing something in the distance.

Around three kilometers away from the blazing horse, an army of around a thousand could be seen as if waiting for someone.

The Army seemingly belonged to the Damphir Empire. While all the Damphirs seemed more or less human, almost all of them had pale skin and dark hair.

All of them possessed sharpened teeth and claws, highlighting their undead heritage. Unlike most of the Undead that lived in the Realm of Death, only Damphirs appeared to have a heartbeat, even though a very faint one that could barely be felt.

Unlike the other Undead, that looked grim and scary; the Damphirs were graceful in appearance, similar to many humans.

This was also one of the reasons they weren't respected much by the other Undead Empires. Despite that, their Bloodline traits made them a terrifying enemy to face, mainly because their speed was inhuman.

Seeing an army of around a thousand, the Cloaked Creature made the horse stop. He jumped down the horse, landing on the black sand.

As soon as he landed on the same, smoke started rising from under his feet as if the black sand was burning his skin. The person didn't appear to care.

The cloaked figure walked closer to the Damphirs. There was not a single weapon in his hand, but still, the Damphirs felt a chill run down their spine as they saw the eyes of the cloaked figure.

The one that was leading the group gulped down, but he stood firm on his ground, even as he watched the hooded figure get close to them.

The hooded figure stopped around twenty feet before the Damphir General, who carried a heavy sword on his back.

The blazing sword still accompanied the hooded figure, who was said to be someone that could strike fear in anyone's heart. Even Damphirs felt scared of him. He was the King without a Kingdom... It was he who was known as the Lone Undead King!