Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate

Flamma had tasted losses several times in the past.

However, these losses weren’t earned from those who were the same age as him.

He would often spar with the Orc Warlords, on a regular basis in order to hone his fighting skills. Of course, sparring had its limitations because the Orc Warlords were not going all out because they were afraid that they might accidentally injure him during their sparring matches.

Because of this, Flamma didn’t really understand what it means to really fight against strong opponents.

The young Orcs that he had beaten, although strong, were still weaker than him. This made him feel unsatisfied most of the time.

Fighting monsters was also an option, but since there were several people who were assigned to protect him, he hadn’t really encountered a situation where his life was truly on the line.

He was equipped with Pseudo-Legendary and Legendary Equipment that had many ways to preserve his life, like the one he used against Cethus earlier.

It was an earring given to him by his mother, the Orc Chieftain, that allowed him to become invincible for ten seconds. However, it had a cooldown time of twelve hours.

With so many powerful pieces of equipment and artifacts at his disposal, he believed that he could win against anyone who was the same rank as him.

When he faced Lux, he thought that he could easily beat the guy and get it over with, but he faced the wrong opponent.

The one he fought was a very disgusting opponent.

“… Argh!”

A grunt escaped Flamma’s lips as ALL-MITE’s fist smashed against his face a second time, sending him flying in the opposite direction.

However, before he could even regain his balance, he found himself being pulled back towards the four-armed Hero due to the power of the Deimos-Ranked Wind Elemental, whose role was to ensure that Flamma wouldn’t be able to distance himself from Lux’s subordinates.

“Don’t Underestimate me!” Flamma roared in anger as he prepared to hack ALL-MITE with his War Axe. “Brutal Swing!”

Raising his War Axe above his head, the Half-Orc planned to use a full-powered blow in order to defeat the weird-looking-creature with four arms, once and for all.

Unfortunately for him, ALL-MITE wasn’t the only opponent he had in the battlefield.

Orion grabbed hold of Flamma’s leg and smashed him to the ground before he could hit ALL-MITE.

A moment later, Diablo used his skill, Quick Assault, and stabbed Flamma’s bum with his sword, making the Half-Orc, half-groan and half moan.

The Orcs who were watching the duel, especially the young Orcs, all covered their backsides with both hands, as if they were afraid that they would be next.

Even Barca and the Orc Warlords winced after seeing what happened to Flamma.

The only exception was the Orc Chieftain who hastily covered her lips in order to suppress the laughter that was bubbling up inside her chest.

Flamma roared in both anger and embarrassment before propping himself up and jumping upwards. He then hastily checked the surroundings looking for a single person.

‘As long as I bring down the summoner first, these bastards will all disappear!’ Flamma thought as his gaze landed on the Half-Elf, who was at a good distance away from where they were fighting.

“Fire Snake!” Flamma summoned a Fire Snake, which he used as a foothold in order to run towards Lux’s direction.

The Half-Elf looked at him with a teasing smile on his face, which made the Half-Orc want to slap Lux’s face so badly.

“We’ll see if you can keep that smile on your face!” Flamma shouted as he jumped off from the Fire Snake’s body, shooting towards Lux’s like a Cannonball.

The smile on Lux’s face widened as the Half-Orc closed the gap to only a few meters.

However, just as he was about to reach the Half-Elf’s body, the red-headed teenager suddenly flew up into the sky.

Unfazed by what Lux did, Flamma hastily stomped his feet on the ground with the intention of jumping after his target, but before he could do that, his body suddenly froze mid-jump.

A moment later, Flamma found himself charging towards the Jade Golem, whose gauntleted hand was glowing brightly.

With a roar filled with hatred, the Half-Orc slashed the Jade Golem using every ounce of strength he could muster.

A resounding cracking sound spread in the surroundings as the Orion’s Golden Gauntlet, and Flamma’s War Axe collided with each other.

“Perfect Counter!” Orion shouted as he returned force behind Flamma’s strike back to the Half-Orc, which made the latter fly backwards like a kite whose strings had been cut.

Red blood trailed in the air as Flamma momentarily lost consciousness.

What Orion did was a perfect counter, which reflected the Half-Orc’s full powered blow back at him.

After Lux had gotten an upgrade, most of his subordinates had acquired new skills and abilities, and the Jade Golem, as well as the Fortress Defender, benefited greatly from it.

Aside from the Beast Cores that Orion could use to power up his gauntlet, he had also learned the skill, Counter.

Pazuzu on the other hand, learned the skills Shield Reflect and Shield Counter, which were capable of storing the force behind magical and physical attacks, before unleashing them as an offensive counter to his enemies.

Flamma’s temporary loss of consciousness was taken advantage of by Lux’s subordinates.

Diablo and the rest didn’t hesitate, and unleashed a barrage of attacks that made Baronar’s teeth itch, just watching the battle.

Lux, who was looking down on the Half-Orc from above the arena, crossed his arms over his chest.

The Half-Elf was currently standing on the palm of the Deimos-Ranked Wind Elemental, which made Lux look so badass.

Truth be told, Lux wasn’t only paying attention to Flamma who was getting gang banged in the arena. He was also observing the reaction of Baronar, as well as the other Orc Warlords, whose presence he had sensed when the battle started.

Lux gave Barca a side-long glance.

The Half-Orc was older than the one he had met in the Dungeon, and a scar could be seen etched on the right side of his face, reaching up to his eye, making him look hideous. ᴡ ᴏᴠʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛʀs ᴀʀ ᴘᴜʙʟsʜᴅ ᴏ NovlFire(.)nt

Moving his gaze to Baronar’s right side, the Half-Elf saw an unfamiliar face, sitting on a make-shift throne.

Although he was a good distance away, he could tell that he was looking at a Half-Orc.

‘I guess I’ll introduce myself later to them,’ Lux thought as he once again shifted his attention to Flamma, who could no longer tell which was left and right after the non-stop battering he was receiving from all sides.

The reason why Lux decided to summon his Named Creatures, as well as the members of his Covenant, was to make a name for himself within the Capital City of the Orcs.

This was why he suggested that Flamma duel with them, so that the Blackrock Clan could see what he was capable of doing, allowing him to make a name for himself.

Seeing that he had already received the effect that he wanted, Lux gave his subordinates a thumbs down giving them the order to finish the match.

At that exact moment, Flamma suddenly did the unexpected and stomped his foot on the ground. A second later, he was hurtling towards the Half-Elf, while shouting a war cry.

“For the Clan!” Flamma shouted as four Fire Snakes materialized around him, shielding him from Lux’s subordinates who had given him a good beating.

Lux smirked as he pointed his finger at the Half-Orc whose bloodshot eyes were locked on his body.

“Death Sentence [EX]!”

A powerful beam of darkness shot out from Lux’s fingertips which immediately expanded in size, engulfing the Half-Orc’s entire body.

Currently, this skill was Lux’s strongest attack, and, whenever possible, he didn’t want to use it.

If not for the fact that Flamma had managed to regain his senses at the last minute, the Half-Elf wouldn’t have resorted to using the skill that would cripple him temporarily.

“Seriously, that hurts,” Baronar complained as he removed the Spirit Shield that was blocking his body. “To think that your attack can bypass even magical defenses. I am very impressed.”

The Orc Great Shaman decided to step in because he understood that Flamma would be seriously injured if he took on Lux’s powerful attack head-on.

Using his right hand to block Lux’s attack, and using his left to restrain the nearly-unconscious Half-Orc, Baronar made sure that both parties wouldn’t have lasting injuries from their duel.

“Winner, Lux!” Baronar announced as he pointed at the red-headed teenager that was standing on the palm of his Deimos-Ranked Wind Elemental.

Flamma groaned as he gazed up at the Half-Elf who was calmly looking back at him with a smile.

“I lost,” Flamma muttered.

With a sigh of unwillingness, the Half-Orc closed his eyes because his body had reached his limit. The War Axe he was holding on tightly earlier now fell on the ground with a thud, signifying that the battle had truly come to an end.

A few seconds later, Flamma lost consciousness, which made Baronar shake his head helplessly.

“Oi, carry your own son,” Baronar said as he looked up at the VIP area where Barca and the others were watching. “Don’t make me clean up his mess.”

The Orcs, who were almost silent minutes ago began to raise their hands high up in the air and started cheering. Although Flamma had lost, Orcs didn’t find fault with Lux’s methods and applauded him.

They were a race that respected the strong, and in their eyes, they acknowledged that Lux was strong despite his young age.

“Barca, invite the Half-Elf and his companions to dine with us later,” the Orc Chieftain said with a smile.

Barca nodded before jumping towards the Arena to carry his unconscious son away, who had gotten beaten so badly.

“Your name is Lux, right?” Barca said as he took his son from Baronar’s hands.

“Yes, Your Excellency,” Lux replied.

“Eat with us later,” Barca stated before turning around to leave the arena. “Make sure you come hungry.”

Without another word, the Vice-Chieftain of the Blackrock Clan carried his son away from the arena, while the members of his clan were cheering for the Half-Elf, who showed them a heated battle that also lit the fire in their hearts.