Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

Chapter 847 847: Swear your loyalty

"I will make sure to send them after you," Karyk spoke, his sword piercing through the man's chest.

Despite being stabbed, the man showed no signs of fear. He had endured countless stabbings and tortures, having been trained from childhood to accept his invincibility as a pureblood.

However, his expressions began to change as he sensed something amiss. He felt his life force rapidly depleting, as if a corrupting force was devouring it from within.

"You..." he uttered, a sense of dread creeping over him. It was the first time in his immortal life that he felt genuine fear for his own survival.

Panic gripped his face as he struggled against Karyk's grip. Initially, he had allowed himself to be restrained, wanting to demonstrate the futility of attempting to kill him. But now, he desperately fought for his freedom.

Trapped with his back against the wall, the man kicked out at Karyk's chest, hoping to shock him and create an opportunity to escape. However, Karyk's strength and hold proved unyielding, and he remained firmly in place, unaffected by the kick.

In that moment, the General's heart skipped a beat, realising that his kick lacked any significant force. His body felt no stronger than that of a mortal. It was as if all his strength was being drawn out of his body, along with his life.

Karyk tightened his grip on the man, his eyes narrowing. At the same time, shackles came out of the ground and the walls, circling like a snake around the General's body.

It was as if he was truly pinned to the wall with the sword stabbed in his chest.

Karyk could sense the fear emanating from the man. Looking at the General who was struggling to be freed, Karyk didn't feel even the slightest bit of pity.

It was the same guy who had killed the innocent guards at the entrance of the city, all because of a little delay. It was the person who didn't consider the others equal, as long as they weren't purebloods.

For him, only the Purebloods had the right to be proud and live with dignity. Everyone else was beneath their feet.

"Since you loved showing off your strength to the ordinary people of this city, why are you scared now? Where did that arrogant man that I met at the city entrance go?"

"You don't know what you're doing!" The man exclaimed, his face already going ghastly pale. "Release me this instant!"

He was having a hard time even breathing. He had never felt anything similar to this in the past. Even his vision had gotten blurry.

He had heard what happened when an Elzerian reached the end of their life at the age of two hundred. And what he read was similar to what he was experiencing.

He wasn't even close to turning two hundred years old, yet he was experiencing something that should've been impossible. He didn't even know how Karyk was able to do it, but at this moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was his survival!

"If threats had worked on me, I wouldn't be here." Karyk spoke, creating a dagger in a similar manner. Although he had to spend a lot of his energy in creating these weapons, in the end, it was all for an important purpose.

Karyk stabbed the dagger in the man's heart as well, erasing the last embers of his life as well.

Even in his last moment, the man didn't understand what just happened to him. One moment, he was on the verge of being freed from the Puppet Master, escaping. And the next moment, he came across this city.

He thought he could use the City Lord to make the rest of his journey easier, never expecting that he was walking in the embrace of death.

Even as he came here, he thought the Puppet Master was the biggest threat for him. He had never expected that the seemingly ordinary young man was a bigger devil than even the Puppet Master that he was worried about.

He was really regretting his decision of entering the city, instead of just going past it. Unfortunately, in his last moments, there was no medicine for regrets.

However, although he regretted his choice, it didn't mean he wasn't angry at Karyk. Even in his last breath, he prayed for Karyk's death in a manner most painful in existence.

Not too far from Karyk, the hooded figure observed everything silently. At first, he also thought that Karyk was just wasting his time. He thought it won't be long before Karyk will ask for his help in controlling this guy.

But the current outcome was something he had never expected. It was the first time he had seen a pure blood Elzerian die. For him, it was something impossible. Even the Celestial Dynasty couldn't kill a single pureblood in the entire war.

The immortality of the pureblood Elzerians was the only reason that the entire Celestial Dynasty was brought to ruins, only able to protect the capital city, that too at the cost of everything.

For him, it was as if he had seen a miracle take place. If he wasn't sure about his ability to see through illusions, he would've even thought that this was all an illusion.

"How... did you..." He asked, struggling to even phrase a sentence properly.

"Want to know the secret?" Karyk smiled, glancing back at the Puppet Master.

The Puppet Master nodded. If he could learn the secret to killing them and implement that in his threads, he could kill so many more Purebloods.

"I will tell you, if you swear your loyalty to me and accept me as your master," Karyk stated, as he pulled back the dagger and the sword, absorbing the remaining energy within.

He grabbed the lifeless body of the General. "You can live in this room. The window is a little broken, but I'm sure you know how to take care of that. I'll see you in the morning."

Karyk stepped out of the room, taking the General's body with him, still having a great use for it. He still had to test his new knowledge.

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