Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate

An earth-shaking eruption detonated in the sky, making the Saints who were affected by the blast scream in pain.

A powerful shock wave blasted down toward the ground, giving everyone in the Divine Empire a hard time breathing due to the strength of the blast.

It was as if all the oxygen in the vicinity was blown away.

The Supremes, who had decided to not join the battle, couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock due to the raw power of the explosion. It made them wonder if they could survive a direct hit from it.

Victor, who saw this scene, shuddered because he was secretly hoping that Lux would be killed by the Saints, freeing his daughter from their engagement.

He was so certain that the Half-Elf wouldn't be able to escape with his life that he was already starting to think about how he would tell his daughter about his death while pretending to be aggrieved by the loss of his soon-to-be son-in-law.

Victor was certain that if Lux used that kind of attack against the Xeno Kingdom, all of them would be erased from the face of the world, without even knowing how they died.

It was at that moment when he remembered what his wife had said about Lux when they were having a serious talk about Aina's current situation.

"Well, although things didn't work out the way you planned it to be, I have a feeling that the current situation is infinitely better," Felicia stated. "Lux may not be a member of a Royal Family, but you have to admit that he has the ability to become an Overlord. If I were you, I would invest in this future son-in-law of ours."

Victor couldn't help but smile bitterly after recalling what his wife, Felicia, had said. He didn't know whether investing in Lux was a good thing or a bad thing.

But one thing was certain.

He no longer wanted to make the handsome Half-Elf his enemy, even if he had to personally preside over Lux's and Aina's wedding.

"Father, what's wrong?" Tristan asked. "You look pale."

Victor laughed after hearing his son's words.

"Tristan, look at that person closely," Victor pointed at the Half-Elf in the sky. "That person is your sister's fiance."

Tristan stared at his father with a dumbfounded look on his face.

At first, he thought that his father was just teasing him, but after seeing how serious Victor's expression was, he felt as if their entire family had stepped upon a landmine.

"Father…"

"Don't say anything. Let's see how this battle unfolds."

Victor once again shifted his attention to the sky with a solemn look on his face. If Lux actually survived this battle, he decided to have a heart-to-heart talk with him and discuss his future with Aina.

The Oracle, who had been far from the explosion was unscathed, but she couldn't help but shudder despite surviving the explosion.

When she first pursued Lux's floating island alongside a dozen saints, she had experienced this kind of power firsthand.

Although her life was spared, she had received serious injuries, which took some time to recover from.

Just a glance was enough to tell her that the weapon of mass destruction that Lux had used was stronger than the one that was used against her, which made her body shudder a second time.

At that moment, she noticed something in the corner of her vision, which was flying through the sky at great speeds.

Waving her hand, several mirror-like artifacts appeared around her, serving as an observer and a protector at the same time.

Glancing at one of them, the Oracle saw what seemed to be a black coffin flying towards one of the Saints that was falling from the sky.

She watched in horror as the coffin rammed the Saint, hitting his defenseless body, and sent him flying backward.

However, before the Saint could fly far, the lid of the coffin opened, and a shadowy hand extended to grab the Saint's foot, pulling him towards its dark interior.

After absorbing the Saint, the Black Coffin turned and faced West.

Suddenly, from the dark smokescreen that was caused by the explosion, a Dracolich appeared holding two heavily injured Saints in its claws.

Avernus, who noticed the Oracle looking at him from a safe distance, chuckled before tossing aside the two Saints in his hand.

A second later, he used his tail to strike the two Saints, similar to a baseball bat, hitting a baseball ball, sending them flying toward Blackfire.

The Black Coffin acted like a professional baseball catcher and happily caught the two Saints before using its shadowy hand to give Avernus a thumbs up.

The Dracolich chuckled and imitated the gesture before flying toward the other Saints, who were barely floating in the sky.

Blackfire had already captured twelve near-death Saints, which was a glorious addition to its Master's hundred-thousand-strong army that it was trying to complete.

Sensing the Oracle's gaze on it, the mischievous Black Coffin glanced in Maeve's direction. A moment later, a child-like laughter reverberated in the sky, making those who heard it feel their hearts turning cold.

"Little Oracle of Light please wait and see," Blackfire said in a teasing tone. "Very soon, you will belong to me."

After saying those words, Blackfire flew toward the remaining Saints who were at death's door.

Even though the Black Coffin could no longer be seen, Maeve felt all the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end after hearing the childlike words that were aimed at her.

She had already identified the Black Coffin as a Divine Artifact, and after seeing what it did to the three Saints that it had devoured, she knew that it was something that she must avoid at all costs.

Although there were over twenty Saints that had been injured by Lux's attack, the rest were able to react in time and activate their defensive artifacts, preventing themselves from getting injured.

The survivors all gathered beside the Oracle as they stared at the Half-Elf who was looking down on them with contempt from the sky.

"What's wrong?" Lux asked in disdain. "Don't want to catch me anymore?"

The Half-Elf then summoned a Blast Bomb from his Storage Ring and threw it towards the group of Saints that had banded together.

"Retreat!" the Oracle ordered, and this time, all the Saints heeded her command like their life depended on it.

They all steered clear from the trajectory of the Blast Bomb, making Lux laugh in his heart.

What he threw just now was an ordinary Blast Bomb that Eiko had given him before she left to go off on an adventure of her own.

Seeing the horrified look on the Oracle's and the Saints' faces, Lux was very tempted to laugh out loud, but he held it back with his willpower.

Now was not the time to laugh.

He and his Master still needed to get away from the Divine Empire. However, since his Master was busy fighting against the true Powerhouses of the Divine Army, he decided to start his plan B.

The Half-Elf unleashed two Hypersonic, Nuclear-Type Blast Bombs that were capable of wiping out an entire city.

He aimed them at strategic locations within the Divine Empire, which would destroy their most important establishments—namely their Divine Temple and Divine Barracks.

Since his Master wished to see the world burn, he would help him with everything he had.

The Divine Army had long gotten on his nerves, and since they wanted to act high and mighty, he would bring them down a peg, and make them understand that even a Ranker like him, could flip their delusional world upside down.