The Black Necromancer

No bone in Leon's body was considered ordinary. Unlike most other beings, his bones were heavily fortified by his Divine Power and could be considered top grade materials to forge Divine weapons. By forming a bone sword that was made from his own bones, he was effectively creating a powerful Divine Weapon that could keep up with the stresses of battle at his level.

When Darth heard Leon's condescending words, an aura tainted with darkness and rage seeped out of him and throbbed in the surrounding atmosphere, contesting against Leon's own aura. Leon was a bit more intrigued when he found that Darth's aura was able to compete with his.

'Of course, none of the Gods in the Army of Destruction are normal. I'm certain they are powerhouses, even at the Minor God level.' He thought to himself and prepared to fight.

No more words were exchanged before a fight broke out between the two of them. In an instant, Darth's form vanished and appeared behind Leon, his shadowy hand morphing to form a blade that was aimed at Leon's neck.

A dark purple barrier flickered to life between Dorian's neck and the shadow blade, stopping it in its tracks. Leon tried to respond to the attack, but by the time he had prepared a counter, Darth had slipped back into the shadows and put distance between them.

'Slippery bastard.' Leon sighed internally as his windbreaker was swapped for a set of light armor. His bones also began to glow with an ominous dark light.

Bzzt!

In the next moment, Leon vanished and appeared at a certain location, his bony fingers clasped around Darth's throat, pushing him out of the shadows.

"You think your shadows make you hard to touch? Shadows thrive where there is darkness. I am one with darkness." Leon said, his eyes flashing dangerously.

One of the Laws he had made himself familiar with over the past few weeks and months was the Law of Darkness. Considering his Undead and Unholy disposition, his affinity towards the Law of Darkness was insanely high. And that was without taking his constitution as an Ace Candidate into consideration!

Right now, the Law of Darkness was one of Leon's top Laws and his mastery was quite high. High enough for him to perceive Darth and immediately travel at insane speeds to catch up to and catch him.

Darth was obviously taken aback by this, but his experience did not allow him to remain stunned for too long. He quickly tried to take advantage of his close range to Leon to lash out at Leon, but was stopped when multiple bone sprouts burst out of portions of Leon's armor, stabbing into his shadowy body and drawing pitch black blood.

In the next moment, Darth felt as if an immensely heavy object had been injected into his Divine Body, weighing him down immensely.

'W-what is this?!' He was shocked!

He did not expect this simple looking Skeleton Minor God from Datar to be able to fight him like this! It had to be known that in some battles, he was able to fight against Major Gods to some extent without losing! He was able to preserve his life quite well and keep them occupied long enough for his stronger counterparts to come and finish the job. However, he was being manhandled by a fellow Minor God at this moment!

Angry, Darth exploded with all his Divine Power, expanding his Domain and swallowing Leon within it. The moment his Domain spread out, his body dissolved into shadows and vanished from Leon's grasp before Leon could inflict further damage to Darth.

All this happened in just a few scant moments. The commotion drew the attention of the Gods of both sides and they all saw what happened.

The Gods of Datar were surprised because they did not know that Leon was strong enough to easily match up against a Peak Minor God.

The Gods of the Army of Destruction were also surprised because they were not expecting Leon to be able to match up against Darth so well too.

Both sides were surprised but for completely different reasons!

Dyson looked at the Domain of Absolute Shadow that Darth had created with a strange look in his eyes. As a God who's main powers revolved around light and the sun, he was the stark contrast of Darth's power. However, he had to hold in his desire to fight against Darth. He and Leon were not on the same level. Where Leon was able to hold back Darth, the same might not be the case if he were to throw himself head first into such a fight.

"Don't look at them. Your opponent is me." A deep, rumbling voice drew Dyson's attention back to his front and he found a thick, large bodied being standing before him. The God from the Army of Destruction stood at roughly five meters in height. He had a large and robust build, and his skin was a pale gray color. He had red eyes and round face. A massive hammer was hanging on his shoulder. He looked quite like a troll, but Dyson could not be sure.

"Let us handle him together." Grokus stepped forward and stood beside Dyson, his own hammer out and ready to spill a God's blood.

Dyson eyed Grokus for a moment, but accepted the help nonetheless. If Leon was so remarkable and extraordinary, then his summons that had ascended to Godhood of their own merits would surely be no worse, perhaps.

"Two puny rats coming to fight me? Haha! I shall feast on your Divine Sparks! My name is Acrominus, and I shall be your end!" The burly God, Acrominus, swung his massive hammer around and laughed, taking heavy steps forward.

Boom!

The ground beneath him shattered and exploded as he dashed forward, his eyes blazing with bloodlust and a wide, manic grin plastered on his face in excitement. He was large, but he was not slow.