The Black Necromancer

Leon fell into a moment of thought after hearing the words spoken by the Knight. He was not comfortable with the fact that they had been connected to the Paragon of Undeath. Because of this, he could not trust their words, and would have to seek Michael to help him verify these words.

Just then, space fluctuated and Michael appeared.

"Speak of the devil." Leon hummed from his seat and Michael's eyebrows twitched. Why did it feel like he was the subordinate reporting to his superior? With a flash of light, the scenery changed and the roles were reversed as Michael sat on his throne in the temple, while Leon stood beside him. The ten knights remained as they were, kneeling.

"You should have let me know before summoning them." Michael said, conveniently choosing not to address Leon's earlier statement.

"I didn't know you would be interested." Leon shrugged.

"Of course I would have been interested. I was the one who planted them in you so that they would help you when you grew strong enough to control them." Michael said with a frown.

"Oh, so that means what they said about no longer being connected to the Paragon of Undeath was true?" Leon asked.

"Yes, that's right. They now serve you. In fact, as far as that True God is concerned, the Nameless Order ceased to exist after his ascension." Michael nodded.

Leon held his chin in thought. "Wait, does that mean the Paragon of Undeath was from this world?" Leon realized something.

"...Yes. He was from this world, but that was even before my time." Michael paused before hesitantly replying Leon.

"I see." Leon muttered and ran his gaze over the ten knights. As he did so, Michael's gaze was also fixed on him as the Fate God assessed him. All of a sudden, Michael noticed something and jumped to his feet.

"What happened to your lifeforce?" Michael asked. He could tell that a significant chunk of Leon's lifeforce was missing, but it did not happen do to an injury in battle. Instead, it seemed as if it had been siphoned out by something else.

"Oh, that." Leon hummed. He did not expect Michael to be interested in that. "I sacrificed some of it so make a couple more Obsidian Skeletons. I'll recover, don't worry." Leon said the last bit with a bit of sarcasm.

"You fool. You have no idea how long it will take for you to recover it through that manner. A being's lifeforce is a significant determinant of their strength. Until you recover, you will not be able to use your full power." Michael scolded Leon angrily.

"You mean to say that all this power I have is not even my full strength?" Leon was a bit surprised. He did not see it as a big deal before when he noticed that he had sacrificed a bit of his lifeforce. He was even a bit fulfilled when he saw that he was able to make more of his kind. He almost felt like a father.

"That is not important. Do not create any more Obsidian Skeletons until you ascend to proper Godhood. A demigod is not supposed to wield such power. Unless you want to cripple yourself." Michael warned him sternly.

It was as Michael kept on harassing Leon about the dangers of what he had done that Leon gradually understood how big of an impact it was. He knew that Michael was not the kind of person that overexaggerated details.

"I understand. I will refrain from doing something like that again." Leon finally said to appease Michael.

"Good." Michael sighed and relaxed on his throne. He held his head and muttered, "When I picked you up from Earth, I thought it would be smooth sailing. But every time you grow stronger, you bring a new wave of problems and headaches."

Leon simply shrugged at that. There was nothing he could do about it. After all, if he did not do many of the things that he had done, then he doubted he would be where he was today.

Leon turned back to the ten knights that were still kneeling, intending to interrogate them a bit.

"Where is this Nameless Order you belong to?" He asked.

"They have been sealed in the Demon Continent, my Lord. We can go and retrieve them if you wish." The response was speedy.

Leon thought for a moment. The war was still ongoing, and if it dragged on any longer, then he felt it would not be a bad thing to have the Nameless Order up his sleeve.

"Very well, go to the Demon Continent and rouse the Nameless Order, then return to me. Be careful." Leon gave them the go ahead.

"We will do as you command!" The ten knights bellowed at once before vanishing with a flash.

After the ten knights left, Leon turned to Michael, who had his eyebrows raised. They had a lot to discuss now that Leon had gotten familiar with his new powers.

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In the Central Domain of the Demon Continent, there stood a tall imposing castle that was made of black stone and metal. Under the red sky that was unique to the Demon Continent, the black materials looked to be drenched in blood. This castle was the home of the Demon King, the mythical being that very few had laid eyes on ever since he ascended this vaunted throne amongst the Demons.

"Argh! Spare me!" A four legged demonic beast with particularly high intelligence groaned as it writhed on the ground. All over its body, many blood vessels wiggled and writhed beneath its skin as it rolled on the floor, its body trembling and convulsing.

"...I gave you one job." A deep voice that knew no bounds boomed through the dark throne room.

"Forgive me! Forgive!!!"

"Yet you failed me. I simple asked you to retrieve the treasure that lay at the bottom of that mine. Yet you could not do something so simple. I am disappointed."

With each words, the demonic beast's writhing and screaming grew worse. The worst part was that the pain was unceasing.

"I will give you one last chance, Nicholas. Get me the Nameless Order."