Rise of the Supreme Necromancer-Chapter 57: Death Is Given Generously

The ghost lunged from a person to a person, clawing mindlessly at anyone near. Its attacks passed harmlessly through clothing and any armor, but singed the flesh with the Dark energy that fueled the ghost.

The mob’s advance slowed down, then stopped completely. The front rows cried in fear and died like flies, while the back rows still didn’t understand what was going on and why they weren’t marching anymore. Instead of angry shouts and prayers, screams of fear and pain were filling the air.

From the barricade, Aleric was watching this with glee.

"Just look at this, Samuel... Have you ever seen something like this? One day, I will have an entire army of ghosts like this one."

Samuel shook his head.

"Ghosts? Only nascent ones, which are harmless. But this? I only heard about those. Nothing but magic can harm them or protect from them, while their touch is deadly to anything living. This single ghost should be able to kill every man in this crowd all on its own!"

Aleric grinned even wider.

"I know, right?"

The massacre continued ahead. All Aleric had to do was keep a close hold on the ghost’s leash before it changed direction or, the worst, turned its anger at Aleric.

The mob already began to panic. The front lines pushed back, while the back lines continued to move forward—and now the middle of the crowd was being crushed! A stampede was about to begin.

The priest who played his part in starting this crusade was also there, being pressed with bodies at all sides, while the ghost was tearing at the people ahead. Many people were trying to run away...

But the priest knew that his duty to the Light wasn’t done yet.

He could barely breathe from the pressure of the mob. It took a gigantic effort to reach into his pocket and pray gratefully to the Light that the thing inside wasn’t broken.

The ghost was getting closer and closer, cutting a furrow through the lines of people on its way.

When the person in front of the priest suddenly screamed, grabbing his throat, the man knew.

’It’s time!’

As the ghost lunged, the priest threw a saved bottle of holy water at it.

The bottle didn’t break, and the water didn’t splash. Instead, it and the Light energy inside hit the ghost in the chest like a single projectile, tearing a fist-sized hole through it.

The ghost screamed and froze in place; at the same time, Aleric gasped, clutching his chest in the same place where the ghost was hit.

Because of the leash, he felt the ghost’s pain too closely! It was severely damaged—the spell on it was on the verge of breaking apart. If there was an ounce of holy water more, Aleric’s ghost would’ve been destroyed—or worse, freed!

"Master! Are you alright?" asked Samuel.

"You won’t just leave like that!" Aleric hissed, waving Samuel away.

He held the leash, pouring more Dark magic through it. It invigorated the ghost, and the leash forced it to lunge forward.

The last thought of the priest before the ghost’s hands went through his heart was, ’But how? It had worked!’

As soon as Aleric saw the man fall next to the other corpses on the ground, he pulled the ghost back to himself and gestured to Samuel.

"They are broken and in panic. Samuel, press the advantage—keep pushing until there’s no one left alive!"

"Yes, master. Soldiers, attack! For the Supreme Necromancer!" Samuel shouted.

He climbed over the barricade in three motions and pushed past several rows of skeletons to lead the attack. Slightly behind him was Danit Arstain.

"For Master Fenn! Death to the traitors and criminals!" Danit shouted.

These two were on the point of the wave of skeletons and zombies that advanced at the panicking crowd.

The attackers ran over dozens of bodies that were lying on the street, thicker than cobblestones below, and charged into the people who were trying to retreat.

Samuel pushed a man to the ground with his weight and broke his neck by stepping on it. At the same time, his new sword flew in an arc, severing limbs and cutting the torsos of four people at once!

Only dwarven steel blades could be so sharp but so tough without magic. As long as the enemies were standing thickly enough, Samuel felt that he could cut through any number of them!

Nearby, Danit was striking with his own sword, killing one person at a time. But to Danit’s dismay, Samuel’s effectiveness completely overshadowed his!

And near them, the skeletons and other zombies crushed anyone who might have had the slightest hope of attacking back. Even though the balance of power had changed against the undead again, because of the panic, the mob became completely helpless!

It was a complete carnage!

Screams of the dead, the smell of blood and guts, and the energy of their torment filled the air. Aleric took in a deep breath, letting this energy refill his mana reserve.

After this, he only had to watch his soldiers at work. Slowly but surely, they were advancing.

By this point, the panic had finally reached the back rows of the crowd. People began to run away, letting others do the same, but creating a stampede, where panicking people were literally walking over each other.

The panic killed as many of them as the undead did!

Samuel and the other troops continued to advance methodically. With each minute, they were getting farther and farther away from the barricade, leaving piles of corpses behind. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Aleric dismounted and climbed over the barricade.

Anyone else would’ve been satisfied with simply watching their victory happen, but Aleric couldn’t just let so much Dark energy be wasted!

While the massacre was happening ahead, Aleric began raising undead servants out of the more unharmed bodies lying on the ground, one at a time. He knew that only constant work would grow his undead army and his own mana reserve, which would let him create more and more advanced undead.

To him, this was survival, and there was no one more dedicated to survival than Aleric!