Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage
chapter-655

Just as she expected, most of the attention went toward Alion. Even Alion understood that fact. That's why he didn't follow in the same direction as the others.

To make sure that he didn't lead the other enemies back to Cylix and Novius, he ran in the opposite direction. Not only did he go in the opposite direction but he wasn't subtle about it either.

Instead of escaping, he was going straight toward the hall where the three Overlords had met him. It was as if he had only one simple goal in mind.

Along the way, he killed everyone who stood in his path. He still hadn't used his Elemental Energy to fight, only relying on his physical strength.

The enemies were clearly caught off guard by his sudden change and the ferocity with which he fought. As he got closer to the hall, he could hear the sounds of battle intensifying. It seemed that his plan was working, at least for now.

Most of their attention was directed toward him, especially with the potential of their Main Hall being attacked.

What could be more embarrassing for the Blood Clan than their main hall being attacked by someone.

If that happened, they were going to become the laughingstock of the other two great clans. Their security was going to be called useless if they couldn't even stop a single attack. Their entire reputation was on the line and that was all that matters!

If just to stop this, the higher ups had to come, then nothing could've been more embarrassing than this.

Alion's heart was prepared. He knew that it was unlikely that he could defeat the Patriarch of the three great clans, especially in their stronghold. However, his aim was only to keep them busy, so all the security of the clan could be directed to stop him.

As he neared the entrance of the hall. He could already imagine the chaos and panic that would ensue once he breached their stronghold. The thought of the Blood Clan's leaders scrambling to defend their precious main hall brought an amused smile to his face.

Even if it was going to be his last moment, he was proud. If he was to die, what could be better than spreading chaos through the strongest clan in the Nether Realm. Moreover, before losing his one life, he was to make sure that he was going to kill many more people.

As he reached the large double doors leading into the hall, Alion didn't hesitate. With a powerful kick, he sent the doors crashing open, shattering their grandeur.

The noise echoed through the hall, drawing the attention of everyone inside. Alion stood at the threshold, a lone figure radiating defiance.

The sight that greeted him was even better than he had imagined. The high-ranking members of the Blood Clan, the elite warriors and strategists who had mocked and belittled him, now stared at him in disbelief and anger.

Their composed and haughty expressions crumbled, replaced with fury and confusion.

The Patriarch of the Blood Clan wasn't here for some strange reason. Similarly, the Patriarch of the other two great clans weren't here either. It was unclear where those two had gone, but Alion had a really strange feeling about this.

It wasn't often that the three strongest beings of the Nether Realm left Central City.

The room erupted into chaos as Alion charged forward, his movements a blur. He darted between the Blood Clan members, striking with precision and brutality. His physical prowess astonished many.

With each punch and kick, he shattered bones and sent bodies flying. The element of surprise gave him an advantage, and he exploited it to the fullest.

But it wasn't just his physical strength that caused the Blood Clan members to falter. Alion's unyielding determination and the fire burning within him were palpable.

It was as if he had tapped into a well of limitless power, fueled by the years of training and determination he had gathered.

The once pristine hall was transformed into a battlefield. The clash of steel against steel, the grunts of pain, and the screams of the wounded filled the air. Alion fought with a fervor that seemed inhuman, fueled by the desire to bring the Blood Clan to its knees.

Word of the attack spread like wildfire throughout the compound. Guards and warriors who had been patrolling the area rushed back to defend their leaders. Alion's diversion had worked, drawing the attention away from Cylix and Novius.

Outside, in the chaos of the ongoing battle, the small escaping group seized the opportunity to gather their strength and regroup. They had no doubt that Alion would draw the Blood Clan's focus, but now they needed to find a way to escape unnoticed. They couldn't let his sacrifice go to waste.

Back inside the hall, Alion pressed forward relentlessly. He knew his time was limited, and he needed to make every strike count. The Blood Clan members fought desperately, their rage evident in their eyes.

Amidst the chaos, Alion caught sight of a figure clad in ornate armor, the leader of the Blood Clan Army. It was the same person who had captured him near the entrance of the Blood Clan.

Their eyes locked, and a surge of recognition passed between them.

Driven by a mix of emotions, Alion made a beeline for the Leader of the Guards. Their clash was fierce, each blow a culmination of years of desire. One had the desire to protect his home, while the other had a desire to protect his friends!

The leader of the Guards fought skillfully, but Alion had finally started using his Elemental Energy. Before the Leader of the Guards, he couldn't hold anything back, especially since his strength wasn't able to keep up.

The Leader of the Guards fought with a level of fury that surpassed any technique or training.

Their battle raged on, the clash of their weapons reverberating throughout the hall, making the walls crack apart and the entire mansion tremble.