Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate

"I'm back, you cunts! Missed me?"

The Supremes, who were just about to unleash their ultimate attacks, paused when their gaze landed on the extremely beautiful Elf who had countless suitors before her death.

Her suitors were not limited to Saints. Some of them were Supremes.

This was proof of the level of attractiveness of Hereswith, whom many considered to be one of the top, if not the number one beauty in Elysium.

It didn't matter how vulgar her mouth was. Everyone turned a blind eye to it. If they could make the enchanting Elf their lover, they wouldn't mind if she cursed at them, especially if it were while they were pinning her voluptuous body beneath them on their bed.

But something was very different about the Hereswith in front of them compared to how they remembered her in the past.

Although they never thought it was possible, the seductive Elf's beauty had transcended to the next level, making her look like a Divine Being that had stepped out of a Fairy Tale book.

All the men couldn't take their eyes off her, and even the ladies couldn't help but feel attracted to her.

Hereswith wasn't aware that she had practically charmed almost everyone that had laid their eyes on her by just breathing.

She was solely focused on thinking about how she would capture the Oracle, who was at the very back of the Divine Army's formation, and slap the b*tch silly until she called her Mommy.

The lips of the Elven King trembled as he looked at his daughter whom he hadn't seen for many years.

At first, he thought that he was just dreaming or perhaps seeing an illusion that the Half-Elf had conjured before he was drowned by the attacks of the Five Supremes, who decided to not hold their full powers back any longer.

Even in the face of Five Supremes and Hundreds of Saints, Hereswith fearlessly stood in front of her Disciple and Grand Disciple with an arrogant look on her face.

"Is it really you, Hereswith?" the Sovereign of the Divine Army asked with a calm expression on his face.

Instead of answering, Hereswith took a step forward, and six, white, angelic wings unfurled behind her back.

"As Darkness knocks on Heaven's Doors, the chosen one shall rise over darkened skies," Hereswith said as a pillar of light descended from the sky and shone upon her, making her look like a Deity.

"Light and Dark both intertwine, thus are the makings of the Divine."

The beautiful Elf lightly flapped her wings and hovered several meters in the air.

"In the past, you called me a Heretic for looking for a different path for Necromancers." A sweet smile appeared on Hereswith's lips as he looked at the Sovereign of the Divine Army. "And now, I will show you what a true Heaven's Necromancer is like."

The Divine City shook as the ground underneath Hereswith broke apart.

A moment later, a Giant Skeleton hand broke through the ground and rose, holding the beautiful Elf in the palm of its hand.

A few seconds later, the rest of the Gigantic Skeleton, which was as tall as Antero, surfaced from the earth.

The faces of the members of the Divine Army turned grim when they felt that the power being exuded from the Giant Skeleton was of the same level as a Demigod.

"Isn't she a beauty?" Hereswith asked. "This is the trump card I created, and she's called Deus-Gigantia."

Lux, who heard Hereswith's words, couldn't stop his lips from twitching.

"Grandmaster, why are you so shameless?" Lux asked. "I am the one that created this skill. Why are you saying that you were the one that created it? This is a clear Copyright violation!"

Hereswith chuckled after hearing Lux's complaints.

"My Grand Disciple, I think you are having a very big misunderstanding," Hereswith replied. "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is only mine. Even if you are the one who created this skill, as your Grandmaster, this skill is also something that belongs to me.

"I was the one who paved the road for the Heaven Necromancer Class, so I call first dibs on everything that belongs to this branch of Necromancy. You might be its Progenitor, but I am its Founder.

"Without me, you would not have stepped on this path. Don't worry. I will make it up to you later by letting you sleep on my thigh. Consider this as your reward for being a good boy. Hohohoho!"

The Half-Elf almost spat blood after hearing his Grandmaster's laughter. Although the latter said that she would reward him by letting him sleep on her thigh, that was like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire!

The way she worded it could cause a great misunderstanding, which made all of Hereswith's past suitors lock their gazes onto his body.

"Damn! What a lucky brat!"

"I've been dreaming of those thighs since I was a teenager. Now that I'm old, I'm still dreaming of it!"

"Sh*t. I feel like I'm getting c*cked."

Lux subconsciously shuddered when he felt the gazes that were filled with envy, jealousy, and killing intent aimed in his direction.

The Half-Elf then glanced at his own Master, Gaap, as if seeking him for support.

"Give up," Gaap said with resignation. "That's just how Master does things."

Lux shook his head and summoned his own Deus Gigantia.

When the Giant Skeleton King rose up from the ground, it also held Lux in the palm of his hand.

After being raised several meters into the air, Lux realized that his Master's Giant Skeleton was actually a Skeleton Queen and not a Skeleton King.

The two Skeleton Sovereigns glanced at each other.

"Good day we're having, don't you think?" the Skeleton King said to the Skeleton Queen.

"Indeed," the Skeleton Queen replied. "It's a good day to die."

Lux had raised his rank to become an A-Ranker, so his Deus-Gigantia was of the Calamity Rank.

As for Hereswith… She was now a bonafide Demigod, so her Deus Gigantia was at the Apex of the Demigod Rank.

(A/N: Yes, she is now a Demigod and not a Supreme.)

Simply put, the Skeleton Queen was an Antero-level Demigod.

After defeating monsters and collecting as many Beast Cores as he could within the Lost Ark Domain, Lux noticed something strange.

The Demigod who was on the broken black ship didn't stir even once, despite all the commotions that he had caused inside its territory.

Because of this, he had sent one of his clones to investigate. Due to his new skill that gave him immunity to Gravity Changes, his Clone didn't suffer from any penalty from the strong gravity that could have easily shattered the bones of those who approached the Lost Ark.

When his clone entered the ship, Lux made a startling discovery.

There was a Divine Creature that lay in the center of the ship, and it was none other than a Seraphim.

A Six-Winged Divine Angel from the Heavens that had fallen to the Mortal World.

At first, Lux thought that the Seraphim was sleeping, but after a closer inspection, he realized that the Seraphim was actually dead!

But since its body was filled with Divinity, it didn't rot and even excluded a powerful pressure that prevented anyone from getting close to the corpse.

The gravity inside the Black Ship was actually fifty times greater than the gravity of Elysium.

This made it nearly impossible for anything to approach the body of the dead Seraphim and survive.

After this discovery, Lux's clone immediately summoned Blackfire so that it could absorb the fallen Demigod, who still had its Divine Core intact.

However, as soon as Blackfire absorbed the body of the Seraphim, Hereswith's soul stirred, and she finally opened her eyes.

Without a second thought, the beautiful Elf merged with the body of the Seraphim and asked Blackfire to help her refine it.

Because of this, Hereswith was reborn as a true Celestial, with the body of a Seraphim and the strength of a Demigod.

An existence that shouldn't exist came into being.

"Are you ready to get f*cked you bunch of puss*es?" Hereswith asked. "This Lady will screw your twats a hundred times over!"

The face of the Oracle, who was at the very back of the formation, paled when she realized Hereswith's True Rank and Profession.

"The Heavens are blind," Maeve muttered. "How can they make someone as vulgar as her a Necromancer of Heaven? It doesn't make sense!"

The Sovereign of the Divine Army, as well as the Saints that were encircling the three Necromancers, all agreed with their Oracle's words.

High above the Heavens, Eriol averted his gaze and pretended that he didn't hear the Oracle's words.

Truth be told, the only reason why Hereswith didn't become a Heaven's Necromancer in the first place was because of her vulgar mouth.

Simply put, with how vulgar the beautiful elf was, she didn't meet the last condition to become a representative of Heaven.

How could Heaven approve of a representative who could say such foul words with a straight face?

But this condition was broken the moment Hereswith obtained the body of a Divine Being.

Since the Seraphim was already a Celestial and was a chaste maiden even in death, the last condition that prevented Hereswith from acquiring the power of a Heaven's Necromancer was nullified.

Max, who was standing beside his troubled friend, could only chuckle with his arms crossed over his chest.

It was very rare for the God of Games to feel this embarrassed, which he found funny.

After having her fill of spouting a litany of expletives, Hereswith finally stopped and smiled.

"I'll leave that bitch to the both of you," Hereswith stated. "Don't make me lose face. You hear me?"

"Yes, Master," Gaap replied as he intended to use all of his lifespan for one last fight.

"Understood." Lux nodded.

Hereswith smiled sweetly. This was probably the first and last time that the three of them would be fighting together.

She gave her wrinkled disciple a sidelong glance and steeled her heart.

'Don't worry, Gaap,' Hereswith said. 'Your Master will make sure that half of them accompany you to the afterlife.'

With a wave of her hand, the Skeleton Queen summoned a death scythe.

Her disciple had spent countless years trying to avenge her.

The only thing she could do right now was to see it until the end.

"Gaap, do you remember what I told you when I first started teaching you how to become a Necromancer?" Hereswith asked.

"Yes, Master," Gaap replied with a gentle smile on his face. "How could I forget? You asked me to live a great life and die a great death."

Hereswith nodded. "Well said."

Without another word, the Land of the Divine Empire shook as the three Necromancers commanded their Gigantic Golems to unleash Hell on Earth.