Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage
chapter-499

"Disappointed that you still can't kill me?" Gabriel's lifeless voice fell in Maya's ears.

His voice, his expressions and his persona were all so different from the time when the two used to live together that it was truly like he was a completely different person.

Maya felt slightly suffocated. She knew that Gabriel wasn't going to let her live in any case. However, when she saw all the people dying around her, she felt even worse!

There were many youngsters in the battlefield who didn't even want to fight anymore and just left. However, Gabriel didn't let them leave, killing them all in the worst possible ways.

"Millions of deaths, destruction, pain, and grief... All because of you..." Maya spoke, still struggling to breathe. She felt so heartbroken at all the destruction. "You... you should've never been born!"

Previously, she still felt bad that she tried to kill Gabriel. However, she was convinced that she was right! He had become a demon who killed everyone, without caring in the slightest.

Now she didn't regret trying to kill him. What she regretted was falling! Failing to kill and stop her old friend in time before he became this Demon.

Maya's feet were a few feet above the ground while her throat was in his grasp. Her life and death was in Gabriel's hand but she didn't beg for life v

It was a battlefield with thousands of bodies littered all around. Blood trickled down her trembling lips as she gazed deep into the eyes of the young man.

She noticed Gabriel pulling out a small yet crude sword. This was the sword that she herself had given him when they were children. She still didn't know how he still had something like this. However, to think that he was going to kill her with what she gave him... She found it quite ironic.

"Today, I shall sever every relation between us and return this sword."

Initially, he didn't want to kill her since she was too weak and pathetic already. Moreover, no matter what, he was still a little soft hearted at that time, forgetting old enmities and focusing on new.

He had owed their family his life since they saved him when he was a child and he paid that back with his life in the past. At least that's how he thought of it. However, the second time wasn't the same... No matter what, this was enough!

He didn't owe them anything and she still tried to kill him. Now she owed him something... She owed him a life!

Gabriel raised the small Sword. His eyes looked at the deep blue eyes of Maya as he thrust his sword. It was as if there were only the two of them in this World.

The sword passed through the heart of Maya, making her face go pale. She bit her lips but didn't cry in pain.

Her eyes were somewhat wet, as if she was really trying to resist the pain in front of Gabriel who held the hilt of the sword that had impaled her chest.

Even raising her hand was a struggle for the girl, yet she didn't give up. She raised her hands with great effort, placing them around the throat of Gabriel.

"I... should've... killed... you..." She struggled to speak as her vision started turning blurry. She didn't even have enough strength to choke the man before her, who didn't even resist.

The man simply spoke a few words in response. "You did... Twice..."

A sad smile crept up the lips of the woman. "Yet you... just refused... to... Die."

"I can't die, Maya. Not yet. You're too insignificant to claim my life!" The young man touched the pale cheeks of the lady who was on her last breath.

He raised his head, glancing in the direction of the sky. "I didn't start this... But I will end it."

"They will be here sooner or later! You'll die! Even you can't win! You can't escape this time." Maya spoke, gazing deep into the eyes of the young man. In her eyes, the Overlords of the Nether Realm were much stronger and they wanted him dead. She was sure that he would die sooner or later as well. "You will..."

She tried speaking something, but before she could even finish her sentence, her eyes lost their shine, and she slowly lost all her strength or resistance. She took her last breath in the arms of the man she hated and loved the most in the entire world...

Gabriel didn't let Maya's body fall to the ground. He held her in his arms as he glanced at her pale face that once used to be filled with life.

Even though he lived longer as Karyk, his life as Gabriel also held equal significance. All the emotions that he felt as Gabriel... Everything that he felt in the past... Everything was new.

Those ten years of his life in a calm and peaceful atmosphere of the village was precious for someone like Karyk who hadn't had a moment of peace for over a thousand years.

Unfortunately, that was too much for him. No matter what, someone like him was never made from that peaceful life.

Some unexplainable emotions flickered through his eyes. "Things could've been different."

He placed the body of the young lady on the ground in one of the few gaps in the corpse-covered field.

"Fate is cruel, isn't it? When I hadn't started recovering my soul, I couldn't tell you my feelings. And when I became what I was meant to be, you refused to listen..."

Even as Karyk, he never felt what the feeling of love was like. It was only when he lived ignorantly as Gabriel that he got to experience something like that... Something which was sweet yet so painful.

He couldn't help but shake his head lightly. "Human emotions are so fickle..."

"But now that I've come this far... I won't fall back. I'm still not finished!" He took a deep breath as he stood up while holding the wound on his chest. He tossed the small sword near Maya's body. As battered and bloodstained as it was, it didn't belong to him in the first place. "I won't let even the Gods stop me."

Thousands of dark spirits circled around him, protecting him from thousands of blazing attacks targeted at him, whether weak or strong, as they barrashed the barrier.

The entire world was against him. All the mages had joined the war against him, all so they could destroy the one they considered the devil. Still, Gabriel didn't retreat. He was even prepared to die in this life if that's what it took for him to accomplish his task.