My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 676: Chapter 677: Familiar Title

It was an expression of his will, a proof of his path. This was why he had earned a unique class, because when it all came down to it, when everything in his life had fallen, Kashi had learned. He had grown. He was the healer who never made it in time, all he could do was bring back the dead.

In a sense, was that not what a necromancer was? Someone who did what a healer could not, bring back the dead.

While he did not have the power to completely undo death, one day he hoped he would have access to the legendary resurrection spells Lady Paimon had told him about.

Beyond the veil of the world of Aetherus, out there in the heavens in the realm of gods, there was a magic that made resurrection... possible.

Perhaps that was why he found the ability to forgive. But there was also a chance he would never achieve it. That was fine.

”At least I gave it my everything...”

That was more than enough, knowing he had fought with everything he was.

”Manata, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you...”

Damon watched as legions of entities emerged from Kashi’s magic circle. The face of Kashi grew paler as mana was drained out of him at a frightening rate.

This legion of bones could not be maintained for long, not with his mana levels.

Skeleton soldiers wielding low-level weapons rose from the circle. Undead corpses shambled forward, monsters of all sizes and races, their hollow eyes glowing faintly.

But what truly stood out to Damon were the specters and shades. On a side note, what made him uneasy wasn’t their numbers, it was the undead knight and the goddamn lich.

It didn’t seem to be a low-tier lich either. Its phylactery was damaged, sealed under a complex rune structure, which made it evident that Kashi hadn’t sealed it himself. Someone had helped him. Still, he had some degree of control over it.

That was his trump card.

Kashi pointed his staff forward. His voice shook slightly but carried firm command.

”March, Bone Legion.”

The sounds of bones clanging echoed out as Damon watched the small army begin their march toward him. In truth, he was surrounded.

There was no smell of decay, even with so many undead crowding around him. Damon sighed, his eyes narrowing in mild annoyance.

This was troublesome. He didn’t have the firepower right now. If this was his body, he would simply spam his Ashborn skill and burn everything down. But this body belonged to Manata, and Damon was finding out the hard way...

This body didn’t have enough mana. That was the problem. Damon never really thought about trivial things like conserving mana in a fight, simply because he always had so much of it.

Fine.

Now, well... he was having a hard time.

’Hmmm... I can’t launch the Magic Gatling, but maybe I can improve... the spell... no...’

That wouldn’t work.

’What if I use the next level of Brightwater sword techniques...’

He moved to the side as arrows whistled through the air toward him, grazing his cheek.

’No... I just need to take down the necromancer.’

Damon smiled with dark glee.

”Let’s see how powerful this body is.”

With a reckless charge forward, he met the army of undead head-on. The lich raised its hand, a blast of ice magic shooting toward him. Damon raised his hand and punched through it.

”I have ice resistance...”

Oh... it was only after he did that he realized this wasn’t his body. It didn’t have ice resistance.

Well, that didn’t matter. He unleashed the decay attribute, shattering the ice and plowing through the ranks of the undead.

This body was slower than his own. He couldn’t teleport. However, he could still fly, and he could still decay everything around him.

Damon swung his sword.

[Dark Blade]

Even without his body, Damon was still someone who knew Lysithara’s swordplay.

Within the reach of his blade, nothing could touch him. His eyes were wide, focused, and alive with destructive will as he pushed Manata’s body to its limit.

Bones cracked and muscles tore under the strain of Damon’s brutal combat style, forcing the fragile vessel beyond human capacity... or in this case demon capacity.

As Damon spun around, blocking and attacking in the same motion, his arms and abdomen began to bleed. The bones groaned, the muscles ripped. Even with demonic vitality, this was simply abuse.

Damon slammed his fist into a large four-armed undead beast, its rotting fangs biting into his arm and ripping it clean off.

He laughed as he destroyed it.

”Don’t you know, Kashi... the dead rot faster than the living...”

Kashi gritted his teeth as he watched Damon close the distance. Even as he was swarmed, the undead army was tossed aside like paper before a storm. The sheer intensity in those eyes sent chills down his spine.

Those were Manata’s eyes, his body, but the gaze was unfamiliar. This arrogance... this domineering will... this was not Manata.

”You... you usurper... leave Manata’s ’s body and I’ll let you leave!”

Damon grabbed the skull of a skeleton and crushed it in his hand. One of his eyes had been slashed by a stray blade, he hadn’t dodged fast enough.

”You’ll let me go? How cute... you’re next.”

Raising his hand, he prepared to cut through the final few meters, the lich still hurling ice blasts that froze everything around them. Damon raised his hand again.

[Magic Gatling]

Around him, not just from his hands, but all around his body magic bullets began to appear.

The beads of destruction blasted forward with deafening explosions, tearing through the undead ranks.

The wave of bullets carved a path of ruin and decay straight toward Kashi. That was all Damon needed.

With a massive sonic boom, he shot forward, astral winds flaring behind him. His sword slashed, kicking the lich aside as he appeared in front of Kashi, sword poised to strike off his head.

”The difference between me and you is that I don’t forgive. I always get my recompense. You hesitated because you didn’t want to kill your comrade. That hesitation is why you’ll all die.”

Kashi bit his lips and closed his eyes, the sword coming down on him.

He couldn’t dodge, this was his death.

Ahhh... he heard a groan... but it didn’t come from him.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw shocked him.

Someone was standing there, his hand gripping the back of Manata’s head.

The entity was incomprehensible—a faceless being, its form a shifting mass of light, mist and shadow.

Then it spoke, still holding Manata’s head.

”Be gone from this vessel, foul creature.”

With a snapping sound, he dropped Manata’s body. The presence of Damon Grey vanished instantly.

It happened so quickly that Damon, within Manata, wouldn’t even have seen who struck him out.

Full of fear and awe, Kashi trembled, staring at the indescribable entity.

Manata groaned as he opened his eyes, having regained his body and will. Kashi’s fear deepened even more as he looked at the being standing over them.

”Wh... who are you...”

The entity did not react. It stood there, still and silent, like a lone ruler.

Then it spoke.

”I am Amon.”