2255 The Necromancer's Rage

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Long ago, Redgaria had swore to himself that he would forbid all his emotions, his morality, and that he would throw it all away for his own goals. To become strong enough so he wouldn't be trampled over by everything in the chaotic world of Genesis.

When his sister was killed as a sacrifice he couldn't help but feel utter hatred against everything, humanity, life itself, the world. And he closed his heart, becoming a man without emotions, a calculative necromancer.

But Kireina happened, and before her overwhelming power, the only thing he could do was just give up at the end. He gave up and became someone else's servant, it ended not being so bad though, and thanks to her, he was able to recover his sister.

Because of her and the people he had interacted with since then, he had changed as a man, his heart slowly opened, and he let himself grow attached to people, even if he hated to admit it.

Phantasmas was another one of his summons, even as special as she was, that's what he wanted to think. However, despite his wishes to not grow attached, that old and lonely Drakon ended becoming a friend.

And once he saw her sacrifice herself to save his life, Redgaria… felt a similar emotion he had felt when his sister was sacrificed.

Sorrow, hatred, despair.

He couldn't believe it, that he could feel these emotions for someone else once more.

It made him frustrated with himself, because he allowed himself to create bonds again.

Yet… he couldn't blame her.

It was all his fault.

Maybe he shouldn't have insisted on coming with Kireina, maybe he should have simply stay satisfied with the life he was having.

Living peacefully inside her World Realm, so vast that it seemed like a gigantic world to explore.

But he wanted more, he didn't want to simply be thrown into the background.

His ambitions ended bringing the death of his friend.

Who else could he blame than himself?

"How gross, was that all the power that thing had?" Demiurgus spoke with disgust. "I find weakness disgusting. And I can't even fathom that you, a bunch of weak insects, would simply dare come and entrap me. Just who are you? You're not a Vampire, aren't you? Where do you come from?"

Redgaria stared into the only remain of the Bone Drakon, Phantasmas' bony arm, it was a big piece of bone, emanating a faint aura of phantasmal and cosmic energies.

Unlike his Undead, Maxima Summons worked much more differently, he had no control over her soul, and felt completely pathetic when he realized he couldn't tell if her soul was either pulverized alongside her body or sent somewhere else.

It could be said she was already dead, rising as an Undead, but Undead can also die, if their souls are destroyed, then there's nothing left for a necromancer to do than to grieve them.

Yet the possibility of her death was very high, he couldn't feel his connection with her soul anymore.

In fact, it was completely destroyed.

"S-She's not dead, right?" Redgaria muttered, on his knees, he couldn't believe but tears were falling from his eyes, gritting his teeth. "She's not dead, right?! You didn't destroy her soul, RIGHT?!"

"…" Demiurgus looked at the man in silence. "How pathetic. I suppose this is what we left behind as we ascended into our new forms… To think I once used to act like this, bound by emotions. What a disgusting creature."

Demiurgus had no sense of apathy, not even offering any other words, no nothing. He had no honor, no emotions, he was a Recessed, someone that entered into a near-death state in utter agony, was sealed away, and awakened, his body and soul mutated into an aberration.

"Y-You bastard…" Redgaria muttered. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

With a furious roar, Redgaria's shadows expanded further as they spread into hundreds of Nether Portals that led to his own World Realm, armies of Cosmic Undead kept emerging endlessly, rushing against Demiurge.

"More of these rats? They're not even worth a second of my time," Demiurgus waved his hands. "[Abyssal Blood Soul Claws]"

His strange powers shifted once more, crimson-colored claw-like auras surged from his hands as he waved them against the Undead, crushing and slashing through the Undead, disintegrating them within a split second.

"You're a human, aren't you? Not a Vampire."

Before Redgaria could even comprehend what was happening, Demiurgus appeared behind him, his giant hands rushing down and grabbing Redgaria's neck.

"Ugh?!"

The overwhelming difference in power between Redgaria and Demiurgus was like heaven and earth, his sharp claws grasping Redgaria's body tightened, as his bone armor started to shatter.

"Are you working with the one that pretended to be Ashatath? Who are you people? And why I can't communicate with the outside world? What is your plan?! Tell me!" Demiurgus monstrous jaws reached closer, his horrendous breath covering Redgaria's face.

"Go…" Redgaria muttered.

"Go where? Tell me!"

"Fu…"

"Fu?"

"Go fuck yourself."

Redgaria showed him his middle finger, as Demiurge felt three presences suddenly appear behind him. A storm of winds impacted his entire large body, pushing him down into the floor within seconds, and before he could even stand up, a rain of spears made of golden light and spiraling emerald winds impacted him.

"What?!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

He was still not letting go of Redgaria, as he tightened his grip, crushing his insides. He quickly amassed his powers, Abyssal Soul Blood Essence gushing out of his wounds, suddenly attempting to create a barrier.

However…

SLAAASH!

A gigantic mechanical blade clashed against his barrier, quickly shattering it as the blade unleashed a powerful gray and silver colored Aura of Cosmic Power.

Crack, crack…!

CRASH!

"T-This is…! UGH?!"

Demiurgus had no time to think, before a slicing blade made of emerald winds slashed away his arm, freeing Redgaria from his grip.

"No!"

The Recessed quickly extended his claws back to him, attempting to grab him once more.

However, a giant emerald-scaled dragon rushed down, her claws putting him down once more, as her jaws opened, blasting his entire body.

BOOOM!

A wave of crimson energies impacted the dragon, pushing her back.

"Y-YOUU… HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE?!"

Demiurgus glared at his attackers with fury.

"Sorry for being late, Redgaria!"