Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel



Caen was on his knees, his clothing stained with his own blood. His throat had taken on a deep, ominous shade, as if a toxic substance was slowly permeating his entire body.

His eyes remained on the person who stood next to Ezekiel. He never thought he would be seeing this person here, even when he was stabbed from the back.

Standing beside Ezekiel was none other than the Village Head, a prominent figure in the Village where all the gods had taken residence.

They've lived in this village for so long, and were certain that these people were mortals, but only now Caen could see it wasn't the case. They weren't mortals. They were something else... They were like Ezekiel!

Even in outer space, the Gods were also in the same shock! The people who saved Gabriel, giving him a chance to heal were none other than the Villagers!

Every single villager that the Gods had shifted to a safe space, thinking they were just mortals who didn't need to die in this war, was now here.

The old woman who couldn't even pick up a full bucket of water, needing the help of other villagers... The man who sweeped the village to keep it clean... The farmers who couldn't grow a single crop... They were all here.

How was it possible? How were these people flying? How were they so strong? Did they give their true strength until now? But how was that even possible! How could they hide this from gods like them?

Some of the Gods couldn't believe their eyes. Just a short time ago, the gods were staying with the Villagers, celebrating with them, drinking with them, helping them by bringing in rain and much more. The villagers that got close to the gods were now standing against them.

Moreover, now that they weren't hiding, the Gods could feel a similar aura to Ezekiel coming from them. It wasn't as strong as Ezekiel which made it clear that they were weaker than him, but still they were here against them.

"You... Traitors?" A High Council Member asked the Villagers.

One of the Villagers smiled. "To be Traitors, we would have to be on your side in the first place. We were never on your side, so how could we be traitors?"

"You..." The Gods felt furious. These people had long sided with Ezekiel. It was clear! So they had been fooled by these Villagers...

"If you were against us for so long, why didn't you try to kill us before?!" Another God asked. These people were living in the village with them.

They had many opportunities to backstab them and slowly take them out. Why did they pretend to be mortals until the end, only to come out now?

"You think we didn't want to?" Another Villager asked in return. "We wanted to kill you every single day. But we had to wait... We had to wait for you to find Caen!"

"We also had to wait for you to find Janus and Chaos! Unfortunately, they didn't come! What a pity."

The Villagers made it clear that they had been in contact with Ezekiel for a long time. The reason Ezekiel wasn't in a hurry to find the Gods was because he already knew where they were hiding.

He just pretended not to know, until the moment gods revealed themselves on their own.

It was all because he wanted to drag out Janus and if possible, Chaos. Caen wasn't his main target, but the other two were. Unfortunately, he was realizing that it was impossible to drag those two out.

"If they still didn't come, it means they've actually died," Ezekiel commented, looking around. "What a pity...I was looking forward to taking their lives and fulfilling our Lord's Mission!"

Caen raised his head, his face still pale as his life was slipping away. He couldn't understand the meaning of Ezekiel's words? Which Lord was he talking about? Ezekiel was already so strong! Who was above him? Was there someone else behind it all? Was this an elaborate scheme, where he was just a pawn?

"But it's still not a complete loss," Ezekiel spoke, glancing at Caen's sword. "It's time to finish it... With your own sword."ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ꜰʀᴇᴇᴡᴇʙɴ(o)ᴠᴇʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (F)ire

He stepped forward, grabbing Caen's Sword. Since the Sword didn't have a soul of its own, it didn't resist Ezekiel. Moreover, it felt familiar aura of Abyss, which was similar to Caen so it was even more easy to handle.

"I was worried that there might be spies amongst the rebels that sided with Gabriel, who might leak the information to you all. But it looks like I was overthinking..." Ezekiel swung the sword, as if testing its weight and handling.

On the other hand, Caen could only watch. He didn't know what poison was in the Village Head's Sword, but he couldn't even move a single finger now. His body was completely paralyzed. Only his eyes could still move.

Although his bleeding had stopped, the wound on his throat wasn't healing.

"You were right. You'll be going back to your mother. But you were wrong about one thing. This time, I won't be accompanying you to death. But don't worry, I'll still send some companions to keep you company."

He raised his Sword, bringing it down.

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High in Space, the Villagers had also overwhelmed the Gods. The High Council Gods couldn't even counter them because the Villagers were in higher numbers. And each of them was strong.

What was worse was that Gabriei had also healed by now! Trouble came from every direction.

In less than a few minutes, it was complete annihilation. Half the Villagers had died in the fight, but at the same time, every single good who took part in the battle was killed!

****

In another place, the Child of Gods were kept hidden, also taken away from Warzone because they were too young for the battle.

A few Villagers also arrived at that place. A brutal sight was left behind, only corpses of young gods, including children left behind.