Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel

Chapter 732 732: Endless

Karyk's eyes hardened as he turned to face the Patriarch, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the surrounding area. The Patriarch's unease was palpable, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Well, well, if it isn't Karyk, the thief. To think that you're still alive," the Patriarch sneered, attempting to mask his unease. "You're just in time to witness the downfall of your dear friend."

Karyk's voice remained steady, carrying a weight that silenced the surroundings. "Let alone you, even this entire realm can't harm my friend. Before I stand next to him!"

The tension in the place escalated, the air crackling with suppressed energy. Members of the Nether Blood Clan exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the shifting dynamics in their midst. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N(o)vel(F)ire

The Patriarch's fury ignited, and he extended a hand, summoning dark tendrils that coiled around him like serpents. "You think you can challenge me, Karyk? You're no match for the power I wield! You've forgotten your place, haven't you?! Do I need to remind you what happened the last time we fought?"

Karyk stepped forward, his aura intensifying. "I don't want to take lives, but I won't stand idly by and let my friends suffer."

The two formidable auras clashed, unleashing a cataclysmic wave of energy that rippled through the surroundings. Alion watched in surprise, amazed at how strong Karyk had become. He could clearly feel that Karyk's aura was suppressing the aura of the Nether Blood Patriarch.

The other two Clan Leaders were also stunned by Karyk's audacity. While they appeared next to the Nether Blood Clan Patriarch, they commanded their men to attack Alion and kill him.

It was as if this was their open challenge to Karyk, taunting him to save his friend if he could.

Thousands of Guards rushed towards Alion, while the Three Clans Patriarchs attacked Karyk.

Amidst the chaos, Cylix and Novius seized the opportunity to act. With swift precision, they also jumped into the fray, making their presence known.

Cylix's red-clad figure swiftly moved through the crowd, his dual daggers of light flashing, as he deflected the guards' blows, stopping the Guards from getting close to Alion.

Meanwhile, Novius used his Dark Magic, blocking the attack of the others.

Karyk watched the battle which had started. The armies of the Nether Realm were rushing toward him, trying to take Alion and the others out. Meanwhile, the Three Patriarchs attacked him.

Karyk took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. He raised his left hand, deciding to end the battle. He used his new toy to end the battle.

A portal opened next to him. From the Portal, the Goddess of Light stepped out. The Goddess of Light was now lifeless and didn't have any freedom. She was just Karyk's puppet and nothing more.

Not only did the Goddess of Light come out, but she attacked directly. With a single attack, she sent the Three Patriarchs flying back. Her first attack didn't just send the Patriarchs flying back, but also killed thousands of Guards.

The Guards died from her attack but to everyone's surprise, the aura of death surrounded them, bringing them back to life.

The Guards returned as Undeads and started attacking their own allies. More and more Guards kept dying and returning as Undead to fight against their own army.

The Nether Realm Army had their numbers decrease fast. They were horrified by the strange event happening. They were fighting against the Undead who didn't feel pain. If anything, they were only made to kill and nothing more.

With each passing second, Hundreds of Guards were dying and hundreds of New Undeads were being created. It was an endless process. And the person behind this all simply watched from a distance.

The army that was getting closer to hurt Alion was now being pushed back by the Undeads. The entire place had been basked in blood.

Karyk's gaze remained fixed on the chaotic scene before him. The Undead onslaught had shifted the tide of battle dramatically, their relentless and unfeeling attacks causing havoc among the ranks of the Nether Realm Army.

The once-confident Patriarchs now struggled to maintain their composure, faced with an enemy they couldn't fully comprehend. If anything, they couldn't even get past the Goddess of Light.

As the Undead horde continued to swell, even the other members of the Nether Blood Clan were forced to divert their attention, defending themselves against the relentless assault of their former comrades turned Undead.

Alion, still at the centre of it all, was protected by a shimmering barrier erected by Cylix. Novius's dark magic continued to thwart The air was thick with the scent of death and the sound of battle cries, creating an eerie symphony that reverberated throughout the battlefield.

Alion, still at the centre of it all, was protected by a shimmering barrier erected by Cylix. Novius's dark magic continued to thwart the efforts of those who dared approach. Karyk himself remained calm, ensuring that none of the Patriarchs would seize the opportunity to strike back.

Still, he appeared nothing more than a spectator. As if getting involved personally was too much.

The Goddess of Light, his lifeless ally, stood there as a lifeless puppet, her once-glorious aura tainted by his control. He knew that he was tampering with forces beyond his understanding, yet he also knew that this was the only way to protect those he cared about.

As the Undead forces pushed the Nether Realm Army back further, Karyk made a split-second decision. With a commanding gesture, he signalled the Goddess of Light to kill the Patriarchs.

The three of Patriarchs converged, their auras intertwining, forming a triad of power that resonated across the battlefield.

In unison, they channelled their energy into a barrier, expanding it to encompass the Undead forces. The barrier glowed with a brilliant light, purging the taint that had turned these soldiers into mindless killers. The Patriarchs destroyed a lot of undead warriors, making them disintegrate to give their people a moment to breathe.

The Undead began to crumble, their lifeless forms disintegrating into the air, leaving behind only the residue of their malevolent presence. Unfortunately, more than the Patriarchs killed, new Undeads were being created.

The Nether Blood Clan Patriarch, along with the other Patriarchs, stared in shock as their army kept losing people.

Unfortunately, the Patriarchs couldn't be distracted for long as spears of dark light rushed toward them.