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But he won't lose anything, if he waited. Then the next one is the bonus skill. When Edward focuses his gaze on the skill, a row of information suddenly appears beside the skill. Ruler Command: a skill that must possess by rulers; people under the jurisdiction of the owner will follow his command unconditionally. The people that are also under the possessor of skill will also be 100 % loyal to the possessor.

I just wanted to slap myself. Rumour has it that Azabrahs were Marcellus’ project and creation. He made them the first line of protection and guardians of entry to Waltherra. Marcellus is the strongest warrior and most powerful telepath in the underworld, well, probably in the Soovaree realm, too. Still, he is also a necromancer—the future king of the underworld, the world of death, demons and punishment. Gosh, I am so damn stupid. I cannot kill the creatures made by necromancers with necromancy. I have just fed them with my energy. I have weakened myself to make them stronger and hungrier to kill once they wean off my time paralysis magic. Idiot, that’s what I am. Attacking them with necrom

“Fucking Useless, incompetence deserves no mercy. The Overlord will not be pleased.” The Overseer raised his palm, revealing a symbol etched into his flesh. It was intricate and arcane, with a star-like pattern at its center. The symbol glowed a sinister red, and the corpse convulsed violently. The blood pooling around the corpse began to tremble as if drawn by an unseen force.

A sinister laugh cut through the stillness like a knife, ripping me out of my grief. “Well, isn’t this a touching scene?” The voice dripped with malice, mocking the sorrow that weighed so heavily on my chest. I looked up, my eyes burning with unshed tears, to see *him*—the Overlord. His eyes gleamed with a dark, cruel amusement, his Gammas standing tall behind him, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. He took a step forward, sneering down at me, his voice a low, taunting drawl. “You failed, little Luna,” he said, his laughter rising, echoing through the battlefield. “You couldn’t even save him. And now look at you... broken, helpless. Just like the rest of your pack will be.”

“I could cut him open—” “No!” The word burst out of me, nearly bringing what was left of my guts up with it. “No, fuck, no.” “Ignore him,” Nate snapped. “He’s a necromancer, of course he always wants to dig up bodies. It’s like fucking Christmas for him.”

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

nd way is very dangerous, which is what all of you are going through, The Path of an Elemental Warrior.." Smiling mysteriously, Milliano continued, " You know, We don't have a Single Elemental Warrior in our Thunder-Fire Valley because there are only two outcomes for those who walk on this path of Elemental Warrior. 1. You die, and 2. You Become an Elemental Specialist who is a more powerful Existence than a general Elemental Sorcerer." Woahh... Instantly, Uproar started among all 50 people, and I was also gobsmacked hearing these words, which, besides giving me a shock, also made me excited. " But..." Everyone thought, ' Now what's this ' But ' for? ' Seeing everyone turning silent, Millian

Instead, they sent Nero to the war front, a meat grinder where they expected him to perish. But Nero defied their expectations. He became a legend—the King of War. His island-honed skills—martial prowess, medicinal healing, strategic genius—made him unstoppable. He moved through battlefields like a phantom, felling enemies with lethal precision. His knowledge of herbs and remedies, learned from Draco’s ancient wisdom, saved countless allies, stitching life back into broken bodies. His strategies turned New Delta City’s defenses into an impregnable stronghold, its walls whispering his name. His rage, once a raw wildfire, was now a honed blade, sharp and unyielding, its edge set on one goal: v

the elder chuckled, walking out of the shadows and standing in front of Ogre. A man with a frame that was even large than Ogre’s stood before the kneeling Ogre. His red eyes pierced through the latter like lasers, revealing his identity as an Undead. He wore a mask that hid his features, but his identity was known just by the size of his body alone. This man was one of the two scientists that served directly under the Undead Lord. This man was Elder Black! And it was he who was in charge of Ogre’s Nest. You see, Ogre’s Nest was merely one of Elder Black’s many enterprises. It was like a limb that he could cut off at any time. At least, that was how things had started out; however, Ogre’s Ner

"What does the necromancer offer them?" "Immortality," I answered, my fingers tightening on the parchment until the dry hide groaned. "The Dark Master knows the elders are terrified of the High Council's purges and the loss of their ancestral titles. He is offering them the ultimate temptation: direct infusion of pure Eclipse necrotic flesh-magic."