Novel & Cerita Necromancer's Evolutionary Traits Chapter 46

Lily asked, glaring at him. “None of my creations are monsters, but the next step of evolution and I have created this evolutionary step because dear Lily, Andrew and most of the pack are a bunch of slobbering idiots. Andrew has no right being alpha! I should’ve been alpha, but they denied my right to challenge him when his father died. The elder council laughed at my request. They laughed at me! Said it would be a waste of time for me to challenge him. Of course, I could never beat him with brute physical strength, but I had intelligence on my side,” Xavier explained with a passionate, crazed look in his eyes.

He was a husk, his pulse slowing to a terminal crawl. But as the corruption flooded into Neoma, her biology began to fail. The chaotic instability of her form spiked. Her skin crawled. It looked like thousands of insects were moving beneath the fur. The black ichor bleeding from her eyes thickened, steaming as it hit the cold air. The scent was a nauseating mixture of burnt ozone and copper blood. She released Nergal. She tossed his biological mass aside. The impact was a soft, final thud. She turned her massive, jagged head toward the nearest heat signature.

“This uprising is no mere thirst for dominion. At its heart, it is a rebellion against the complacency that has eroded our strength. The world beyond these walls advances with each passing century; we cannot linger in antiquated rituals while mankind forges new weapons, new technologies. We must adapt, or we perish.” From the shadows at the rear, Marcel Bellamy's voice cut in, rich and cautious. “Evolution is a double-edged blade,” he warned. “Our enemies do not slumber. The neko families—swift, cunning, half-blooded descendants of ancient shapeshifters—have sensed the change. Their feline reflexes and uncanny attunement to the mortal realm give them leverage we once dismissed. They prowl ou

Just as I was about to struggle, those strange lines of text appeared again in front of me. [Wait, what am I even reading? Is this supposed to be a tragic historical romance or something way messier?] [To be fair, the setting did mention that the Aphrodisiac Curse can be cured with a blood transfusion, but the person giving the blood has to die.] [Why not have the villainess do it for our girl? If she dies, she can go back to the modern world anyway.]

The harsh red error message vanished, and a single string of glowing gold text appeared in the dead center of the monitor. My breath actually caught in my throat, and I leaned so close to the screen that my nose almost brushed the cold glass. The terminal had finally found a perfect match, but the result defied every logical law of the modern world. The energy signature didn't belong to a human, and it certainly didn't belong to a dormant shifter or a lost witch. The jagged, erratic pulse matched a dead frequency from the very dawn of magic, pulled straight from a dialect that no living creature even knew how to speak anymore.

It all came back to her, but what she didn't understand was why he was here? Nara trying to ask as she felt herself and her witches growing weaker, "why are you here? What do you want?". The necromancer bent down to her level smiling evily, "you see I'll tell you, my powers have a little issue, I'm still strong but I need a little enhancement witch. And your nephew is the perfect sacrifice for this", as he said that Nara grunted trying to get him but couldn't, the necromancer laughed standing up straight and moving around.

I can feel his shame, but I simply can't understand why James, even he, would betray me. "Great, now I have you both as a focal point!" The necromancer said excitedly. Immediately, I feel my energy start to drain. Strïth is fighting against these chains that bind us. "The castle is almost completely overrun," James reported. "Now you can keep your promise." His expression is serious as he faces the necromancer. "Go ahead, you know where to find it." The necromancer replied. The Orb begins to glow black and the pieces of bodies move, coming together and beginning to create yet another unholy creature, and it's stronger because there are threads of Shadow, Light, and Metal, sewing and joining

Before the dust was cleared, Red Rose had done what she had wished to do. She had caused such a commotion merely based on instinct. She believed that every ability had a flaw. Just like how Barbarians were blessed with physical prowess that could not be equalled by any other race of this world yet could not control the elements, Red Rose believed that there was a flaw to the Necromancy class. She had tested out blocking his vision on a whim, for that was what her instincts screamed at her, but to think she was actually right.

Abilities you should be expecting a future necromancer of BBP to have ; 1) Blood bending 2) Speaking to the dead Only if they haven't moved on to the after life. Necromancers can as well see ghosts. 3) Raising the dead in evil ways for their own purpose Only if they haven't moved on to the after life. Necromancers do not raise the dead for the purpose of another person. They do so, for their own good and favour. Even if not in their favour, they cannot perfectly raise the dead as so, their will always be a side effect.

I left my throne room and began my journey to the cages. The Cages was where I kept prisoner various beasts that I had captured through my conquests on various worlds. To sate my bloodlust and maniacal rage, I fought these creatures barehanded. One was already prepped down for me. A Necro. A Necro was a four limbed beast with scally skin. A mixture of a reptile and feline. It fed on the dead and used their rots as nutrient. It was also hard to kill. It was also a fast healer and adapted to attacks with quick recovery.