Novel Full 383 The Necromancer's History
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Asking for Chris help also let me see some things. The durability of a Zombie is amazing, their regeneration, high vitality and hp make them formidable tanks. And perhaps due to their lack of emotions and pain receptors, which other Familiars seem to have, albeit slightly dulled out, they can take a beating without issues, even if it breaks their heads or leaves a hole in the middle of their chest. It took Chris roughly six hits to finally take down a Zombie, even with his fire. The flames he conjured did nothing but burn it a bit, the zombie, unlike the other ones we fought, wasn’t at all bothered by it.
“A-Amazing, your Undead are sure better than whoever brought the others we fought.” Said Chris.
“Yeah, shouldn’t you be called a Necromancer now, technically?” Wondered Eric.
“Nah, I prefer to simply be referred as Summoner. I don’t particularly like Necromancers…” I said.
After all, they were a big pain in the ass in my previous life. It wasn’t until I grew strong enough to defeat them all that I was freed from their tyranny and chasing. I made sure to crush each one of them, and even took down their Necromancy Organization which was taking control of several planets. I even fought against their “Undead God” a low-tier Divine Entity they got most of their power from and destroyed it.
However, Necromancers here seem different. I am fairly sure there is no Undead God here for them to bring their necrotic powers. Whoever is controlling these Undead is way stronger than them, even. I had already speculated that this world could be of a “high essence quality”, meaning that everything here is absurdly powerful compared to the Outer Universe, despite seemingly looking normal for us and even these children.
This Necromancer capable of drawing the power of death without the aid of a cosmic entity, therefore, is stronger than the ones I had fought before in some ways… Could this mean I have already surpassed my past self-strength in those times? But in this world, I still seem not strong enough… just how high does the bar of this world goes? I had even speculated this could be a completely different Dimension with different laws from my own Universe altogether.
Well, it is not like I will get any answers through these speculations. For now, it is fine to assume this Necromancer might have an amazing affinity with the Death Element and also could quite possibly hold the power of a specific Spirit that allows him to control a raise Undead Monsters more easily as well. A combination of this plus the ability to level up and develop Skills would make for an incredibly formidable foe.
“For now, we should advance, we are getting closer to the area I sense this enormous power coming from. You have to all prepare for the worst. Do you feel ready to take down a dragon if that’s the case?” I asked everybody. I was, of course, exaggerating. But I wanted to know how far they were willing to go.
“We are!” They roared together, Eleanora at my side smiled a bit.
“You’ve raised them well.” She whispered to my ears.
“Hm, they’re a fine bunch. And they’ll grow even stronger in the future…” I said to her. “Alright then, everyone, let’s go!”
I quickly led them party, as we marched forward across the dark corridors. Elizabeth swiftly conjured several spheres of light which spread out across the underground area, illuminating everything within our range and showing the various things in the floor, there were broken magic items, broken corpses, and of course, a lot of rats and other little animals dwelling around. They were not monsters so they lacked much value, and had no spirit orbs to talk about, so I mostly ignored them.
As we moved forward, the fetid stench of rotten flesh began to get stronger, and we began seeing more bones spread around. They were certainly not enough to turn into skeletons though, hopefully.
“Ugh… Just how strong is this “Necromancer” guy?” Wondered Chris.
“Very, if he can control D Rank monsters… He’s no ordinary joe.” I said.
“Damn…” Chris said.
“Getting cold feet?” Erdrich asked with a cheeky smile.
“What? Of course not!” Chris said. “We are doing this… I am not backing down.”
“Yeah, that’s right!” Erika said. “But how do Necromancers even work? I’ve never heard of them before…”
“Hm, they use the power of Death Attribute Magic to control Souls and insert them into the lifeless bodies of formerly living beings, turning them into Undead Servants. Usually Necromancers can forbid their own lives and turn into Undead themselves, enhancing their power further…” I said. “Of course, Spirits come into use as well. This Necromancer might have a special Spirit that enhances his Necromancy powers even more for all I know.”
“Oh, I see…” Eric said while seemingly taking some mental notes. “Ah! Wait…”
Suddenly, he recalled something.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I… I think I remember something. A tale my uncle told me. When he was younger… About someone in our village that was ostracized by the church priests for being able to wield Death Magic and having a strange Spirit.” Said Eric. “It was a scary and rather sad tale…”
“Tale you say?” I wondered, looking back at him.
“Yeah…” He said. “It is about a child that was named the “Son of the Reaper”… He was someone normal at first, but when he awakened his Spirit, which emerged in the form of some sort of Reaper thing, he changed. He suddenly realized his powers, and from a younger age, began to use them to raise the dead back to life. He thought he could protect the village like that, but the people was disgusted by his power… The church back then was not as developed, and they saw his as dangerous… however, they never did anything until he ended committing an atrocity.”
“A-Atrocity?” Erika asked while feeling slightly scared over the simple tale.
“Yeah… He… He killed his parents and raised them as zombies!” Eric said, scaring Erika.
“Whaaaaat?! That’s nuts!” Erika said.
“I see…” I rubbed my chin. “Could this man have survived and hold such a strong grudge against our village to the point he’s willing to stay here while the rest of the Cult escaped?”
However, a second after, I sensed footsteps several meters away from us, countless of them.
“Ready yourselves, that guy already sent a second batch of EXP our way. Let’s make sure to receive it with open arms.”
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