The Black Necromancer

Leon also stuffed Damian into his Domain. He would ask Michael later if it was possible to bring people back to Datar with him. He was sure the God would make a fuss, but at the very least, Leon wanted to take back a few people with him. Sure, this world wouldn’t miss any gangsters.

As Leon was finally leaving the back alley where he had started from, Kaladin, Nero and Grokus were also going through their own hideouts without hindrance.

Kaladin’s fists were blisteringly fast, so fast that no one could see then, as if they were lightning.

“Urgh!”𝑜𝐕xt.𝔠

“Ah!”

“Fuck!”

Dozens of men fell around Kaladin as he stood in the same place, the only available exit of the hideout, and handled all the gangsters that came his way.

“I’ll call for backup!” One girl said and ran away. Kaladin’s piercing blue eyes instantly focused on her and a blanket of lightning covered the entire hideout as he let his Domain fall over the area. It was muted and severely suppressed so that it would not kill anyone, but the amount of power it held was enough to instantly knock anyone off their feet.

“Fools. No one shall stand in my way when I am given an order by my master.” Kaladin said before his Domain gave way to a curtain of darkness that immediately engulfed the hideout. A few moments later, nothing but bloodstains and a few things that were burnt and broken were left in the hideout. Kaladin immediately left to seek out his next opponent.

In the same way, Nero dominated his opponents. Unlike Kaladin, he could not take them all down at once nor was he incredibly fast due to lightning. However, he had immense strength stored up within his body.

Thunk!

“What? It… bent?!” A thin man staggered back in shock as he stared at the steel pipe that he had used to whack Nero at the back of his head. Nero had trapped them all in there. Whoever tried to open any doors instantly lost a finger.

“He’s a MONSTER!” Another man yelled as he swung wildly at Nero. In mere moments, the steel pipe was bent beyond recognition, yet Nero was not injured.

“Get out of my way. Let’s see if you can take this.” The boss of the hideout instantly came forward with a shotgun in hand, prompting everyone there to jump out of the way. He was just a couple of feet from Leon, so there was no chance of him missing.

Bang!

The boss’ hand shook from the recoil, but his heart shook from a different reason. Nero’s palm was pressed against the muzzle of the shotgun which had been twisted beyond recognition.

“I should be quick. Kaladin is done already.” Nero muttered under his breath before raising his head and looking at the boss with a ferocious glare. “I must earn recognition from the Master.” He pried the shotgun from the boss’ hands and used it to slap another person in the face. The shotgun turned into his weapon, and he skillfully used it to beat up everyone who stood in his path.

In another part of the city, a seven meter tall giant with dark skin and green hair was bulldozing his way through every obstacle that stood in his path. His fight had not been in a street area, but in a junkyard. There were dozens of men surrounding him on all sides. Already, a few gangsters were laying listless on the floor.

Grokus’ green eyes flicked around as he noticed people trying to escape. “Not on my watch!” He punched down into the ground and a ripple of green energy flowed out of him, turning into a green barrier around the boundaries of the junkyard.

“H-hey, now. What group are you with? Maybe we can talk things through.” Unlike the leaders of the other hideouts, the head of this hideout, David Choi, was not a fighter. He was a thinker, and he also knew how to use magic.

“Talk things through? Hmph. My Master only gave me one instruction. Wipe them out.” Grokus snorted and acted in the next moment. He knew that he could not kill the people, so he held back on his strength and began wiping the floor with the gangsters. He grabbed hold of two peoples’ heads and turned them into bowling balls, hurling them into dense gatherings of people.

“You fool! You may be strong, but you don’t stand a chance against me!” The leader, seeing Grokus choosing to fight them, sneered. He believed that Grokus’ choice was one fueled by arrogance and stupidity. However, he was proven to be the one who was stupid in the next few moments.

“H-how?!” The man stuttered as he found his efforts to be for nothing. His magic, no matter how weak, had the power to multiply the strength of people around him, including himself, depending on how many people were around, no matter if they were enemies or allies. This ability allowed him to be a pretty high ranking member of the Black Fangs, just like Damian.

However, no matter how he used his ability, it was simply impossible for him to overpower the shaman known as Grokus. Even Leon had nearly lost to Grokus when they fought. In fact, Grokus feared no one but Leon at this point.

“I-I-I…” The man stuttered and shook as he stared down at Grokus’ feet.

“You should have surrendered when you had the chance.” Grokus said before slamming the man’s head into the ground, showing no mercy. He looked around him and smiled. “The Master will be pleased.”

As he looked around, he called upon Leon’s Domain, and the darkness of shadows reached out, swallowing up the bodies of the fallen gangsters. Grokus also let down his barrier before turning around and walking away from the sight of the fight. No, not a fight, a beatdown.

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Leon was aware of his summons’ fights and the results, so he happily nodded his head as he looked around the fifth hideout that he had taken down.

“Shouldn’t take too long, I guess.” He smiled.