Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage-Novel

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There existed an unknown space in the middle of nowhere. It was a place that was considered impossible to reach. However, it was also a place that Gabriel had seen a few times already.

It was a strange place, in the middle of an unknown forest where a majestic waterfall could be seen, having mystical properties in the water. If people knew about this place and its advantages, it could've easily led to wars. Fortunately, this place was impossible to reach. There were only two keys to reach this place in the entire world after all.

Under the waterfall, a man was sitting. His eyes were closed as he felt the water fall over him. If Gabriel was here, he easily could've recognised the man since this man was none other than the person who had been training him in his dreams to strengthen his physical body.

When Gabriel sat under the waterfall, he usually felt a lot of weight over his body. However, even he didn't know that the man on the other hand had to experience a weight that was over a million times more than what Gabriel experienced under the same waterfall. Despite that, the man never showed any discomfort to Gabriel.

At the moment, the man had a frown on his face as if he was unable to concentrate.

He slowly opened his eyes, gazing into that distance.

"So much bloodlust," the man muttered, frowning. "He is changing and I can't interfere in his fate. If he doesn't find his way out of it..."

"He's still a child for now. For him to bear the burden of the Grimoire of Necromancy and all the souls it had absorbed throughout the millennia... all their negativity... all their anger... all their hate..."

He let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes again.

"I wonder if it was a blessing or a curse for him to reunite with Grimoire so soon. On one hand, it saved his life. On other hand, it pushed him down this path when he wasn't mentally ready. If he can't control his emotions due to the influence of the burden that Grimoire carries, it'll be..."

The man genuinely seemed worried about Gabriel. However, despite that, he couldn't tell the young man anything, otherwise he risked affecting the fate of Gabriel. No matter what, he wanted to let nature take its course!

It was fate that Gabriel found a way to get to him to strengthen his body, and that was the only thing he could do to help Gabriel.

The young man wasn't the only person who was seeing the battle Gabriel was going through.

In the Church of Wind, a mirror floated before the Holy Priest of Wind. The mirror showed the battlefield where Gabriel kept killing everyone who raised their sword against him.

Only the people in the back who were running were allowed to leave. Gabriel let the people who didn't have any courage to fight escape, but there was also a reason behind his actions. He needed people... People who had seen this battlefield spread the word about what happened here!

No matter what, the Churches already knew what happened here. He was sure of that. However, by letting some leave alive, he wanted to use them to spread the word to the ordinary citizens of this Empire to let them stop this rebellion.

After his current display, he was sure that not only were the citizens not going to come for his head, but the other Empires were also going to be wary. When he dealt with the Church of Flames, by killing a few, he saved millions. This time his approach was the same.

"This man... He is very interesting," the Holy Priest of Wind muttered, observing the battlefield. "Especially that Sword..."

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The spies from other Churches were also keeping an eye on the battlefield, ready to take back this information that even they couldn't believe if they hadn't seen with their own eyes.

Fortunately, the battle didn't last long. From start to finish, it took Gabriel only ten minutes to end this war.

After finishing the battle, he observed the bloody sword which was trembling in excitement as if after a long time, it was allowed to have a feast like that. For some reason, Gabriel felt as if the Sword was thanking him.

There was one more thing that Gabriel noticed about himself which he didn't before. It was so strange that even he couldn't understand it properly. When he killed for the first time, even though he was killing an enemy, it wasn't easy mentally. It was the same second and third time.

However, something about him was different. Not only was he not phased by the killing, but in his heart, he felt as if he was more calm than ever. As if his heart that had always been chaotic was finally at peace for the time being. This was a really strange feeling.

He observed the bloody battlefield but didn't spend much time there. He simply turned around, sending the sword back in his storage.

"Have the roads cleaned," he told the Saint Knight before walking inside the castle, as if this thing wasn't even worth a second of his life.

The Saint Knight couldn't even reply. For a long time, he was in a daze at what just happened. This was it? That was the end?

When he found out that Gabriel had killed the last Saint Knight, he knew that Gabriel was strong. However, it was only now that he understood how strong he actually was! This man... He was a one man army!

The Saint Knight knew that even if he had his entire army and the help of every warrior in the city, he probably still couldn't defeat Gabriel.

Callum rushed after Gabriel, entering the castle as well.

"Are you alright?" he asked Gabriel, walking behind him.

"Why won't I be alright?" Gabriel answered calmly. "Anyway, the castle is in a mess as well. Get some people and clean up this place as well."

"Y-yes." Callum stopped in his tracks. "I'll check the status of damage."

Leaving Callum behind, Gabriel walked in the hallway, observing the defaced walls and the broken statues.

Along the way, he also noticed a mirror that made him stop.

He glanced at his reflection in the broken mirror.

Even though there were cracks in the mirror, he was still able to see his reflection. However, for some reason, he felt really odd as he looked at him through the mirror. It was as if he was the same yet he was completely different somehow.

He raised his right hand, touching the plane area of the mirror. However, as soon as he touched, that part of the mirror also shattered, even though he only touched lightly.

On the back of his right hand, he noticed another strange thing. The Mark of Necromancy was even darker now and slightly bigger.