v2c25: The Eighth-Tier Mage Crushed by a Crossdressing Necromancer
Despite his shock, the necromancer’s combat instincts, honed through years of practicing dark magic, kicked in.
He chanted a spell, and his bone armor, having already launched all its spikes, grew thicker, enveloping his body, making him appear larger and more imposing.
The bone spikes, now under Abyss’s control, hovered in the air, patiently waiting for the necromancer to prepare himself before launching their attack.
“Aah!” Eugene, standing beside the necromancer, lacked the protection of enhanced bone armor. He screamed, covering his head with his hands as the swarm of bone spikes hurtled towards them. He couldn’t bear to watch the clash between these powerful mages. He squeezed his eyes shut, his body trembling within the basic bone armor, as a cacophony of clanging sounds erupted from the necromancer beside him.
Abyss remained seated, not even bothering to stand up. As he casually brushed dust off his dress, the bone spikes he had commandeered rained down on their former master.
The necromancer’s thick bone armor did its job. The spikes created craters on its surface but failed to penetrate. However, the necromancer wasn’t unharmed. Although the armor absorbed the spikes’ piercing force, it couldn’t negate their immense kinetic energy. The continuous barrage knocked him off balance, his internal organs churning. He would have collapsed, but the spikes’ new master seemed determined to keep him upright, pushing him back into a standing position whenever he stumbled.
“Gah!” The necromancer screamed in pain, his body swaying like a reed in a storm.
Abyss, meanwhile, sat on the ground, his legs gracefully crossed. He had initially intended to adopt a more casual posture, but his dress restricted his movements. He adjusted his position, sitting sideways.
Thump!
As blood trickled from the necromancer’s mouth, Abyss’s attack reached its climax. The remaining bone spikes slammed into the necromancer simultaneously. With a resounding crash, the thick bone armor shattered, exploding into fragments.
The necromancer, unable to withstand the impact, collapsed, desperately trying to get up. But the pain coursing through his body, his internal organs churning, made it impossible.
“Your bone armor is quite impressive. Are you a Bone Necromancer?” Abyss asked, his voice calm.
The necromancer, gasping for breath, looked up at Abyss, who sat there gracefully, his feminine attire contrasting with his deep, masculine voice. He couldn’t believe he, an eighth-tier necromancer, had been effortlessly defeated by this seemingly unassuming young man! And a crossdressing one at that?
The ability to control another necromancer’s bone spikes, especially those of an eighth-tier mage, meant this individual was also a necromancer, and his power far surpassed his own!
Who was this person? Why was he in this insignificant city of Lavoisier? Why was he helping that crazy alchemist?
“What’s your school… Why did you attack me…” the necromancer rasped, wiping the blood from his mouth. “Don’t you know about… the Necromancer Council?”
“Ah, so you’re from the Necromancer Council. I didn’t intend to attack you. You struck first,” Abyss said, scratching his head. “As for my school… I can’t say for sure. I know a bit of everything. Wasn’t the Necromancer Council seeking the Lord of Submergence’s power? Why are you kidnapping alchemists now?”
Abyss was feigning ignorance. He had already deduced the Necromancer Council’s current predicament. Bishop Dallan, sent to investigate the Lord of Submergence’s artifact, had vanished without a trace. And everyone who knew about the battle outside Golden Griffin City had their memories altered by Flora and Abyss, turning the event into an unsolved mystery. And they must have lost contact with the Lord of Submergence—after all, he was now technically Leona’s subordinate. Compared to Abyss, who provided a steady supply of souls, this easily satisfied Outer God wouldn’t bother with those self-important necromancers.
“You know about the Lord of Submergence?” the necromancer asked, his voice filled with disbelief, as he finally caught his breath.
“Don’t answer a question with a question. I’m asking you,” Abyss said, frowning, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “What is the Necromancer Council planning?”
“Like I would tell you…” the necromancer said, his eyes narrowed.
“Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll ask you again later—hey, mister, you can put your hands down. I wasn’t planning to attack you,” Abyss said, turning to Eugene, who was still cowering behind his hands.
The necromancer had expected anger, but the young man seemed unconcerned, even addressing the terrified Eugene.
Eugene, hearing his name, hesitantly lowered his hands, looking at Abyss. He realized that covering his head was a pointless gesture against such overwhelming power.
“You must be Mr. Eugene,” Abyss said with a smile. “I’ve heard so much about you. By the way, I dismantled your solvent machine and freed the child laborers from your factory. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Huh?”
Eugene was stunned, speechless. A wave of rage surged through him, but he quickly suppressed it.
How could he retaliate? He had witnessed this young man effortlessly defeat an eighth-tier necromancer, without even standing up!
“We need to have a little ‘family meeting,’ so please excuse us. And if you could kindly withdraw your men outside, it would be much appreciated,” Abyss said, glancing at the terrified Goat Eyes gang members through the holes in the wall. “Your legs seem a bit wobbly. Perhaps I could assist you?”
“This…” Eugene hesitated, glancing at the necromancer lying on the ground.
Crash!
The Goat Eyes gang members, huddled outside, were still debating whether to storm the house and rescue their leader. But before they could reach a decision, they saw Eugene, clad in a thin layer of bone armor, crash through the wall, landing heavily on the ground!
Eugene lay there, gasping for breath. Abyss had sent him flying without even moving. Although he was unharmed thanks to the bone armor, he had crashed through two walls, his vision spinning.
“Retreat… Retreat… The enemy has reinforcements…” he stammered, issuing his order.
“Protect the boss!” The remaining Goat Eyes gang members finally remembered their duty, rushing towards Eugene.
…
Inside the house, Abyss smiled at the necromancer lying on the ground.
“Now that we’re alone, let’s talk. My name is Abyss. What’s yours?”
Shhhk!
The necromancer’s response was a bone spike erupting from Abyss’s own rib, piercing his chest!
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