Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate
chapter-1083-2

The Guards who were sent to protect the Performers all formed ranks in order to face the invaders who had come to hinder their mission.

"Are you all mad?!?" the Archangel, who oversaw this mission, asked in anger. "Why are all of you doing this? Have you forgotten the Oath of the Abyss?!"

The Archangel glared at the Demigods, who immediately averted their gazes.

How could they possibly forget the Oath that all the Demigods, new and old, had pledged for the sake of the Abyss?

If Azathoth were to awaken, the first thing that would fall first would definitely be the Abyss.

Because of this, the Demigods who ruled it would even assist the Angels from time to time, ensuring that the Blind Idiot God would remain sleeping in the lowest level of the Abyss.

"Don't worry. I didn't come here to stop your duties," the Black-Robed Man stated. "Please, continue what you are doing. We don't want to wake up the Blind Idiot God, right?"

Without another word, the Black-Robed Man walked forward, ignoring the Angels who had formed an impenetrable wall to prevent him from passing through.

"Kill him!" the Archangel commanded.

The fate of the entire multiverse was at stake, so he didn't dare take the chance and immediately ordered to eliminate the person who wished to get in the way of their mission.

"You Angels sure are stubborn." the Black-Robed Man sighed. "Fine. Have it your way."

He then pointed at the incoming Angels and sneered.

"Kill!" the Black-Robed Man ordered.

Immediately, the Demigods and the Calamity-Ranked Abyssal Monsters clashed with the Angels.

The Demigods were holding back their attacks because they themselves didn't want to do this. However, they were currently being manipulated by the Black-Robed Man against their will.

The Calamity-Ranked Monsters were also in the same boat. Their bestial instincts were telling them that the gigantic Outer God in front of them was very dangerous, but they were unable to defy the person who had forced them into submission.

While the battle was in full swing, the Black-Robed Man casually took a stroll towards where Azathoth was sleeping.

He was even humming a playful tune, contrasting the angels desperately trying to stop his advance.

However, the Demigods, who were protecting the man, got in their way.

As for the Angels who were able to get past their defenses, the Black-Robed Man only raised his hand, which caused all of them to crash on the ground as if they were being pinned down by an invisible force.

Divine blood flowed like a river as the Defenders were cut down one by one.

This battle was not one-sided, but any Angel who dared to come within a few meters of the Black-Robed Man would either die in the hands of Demigods or die from the man's mysterious power.

"Stop!" the Archangel shouted anxiously. "You can't go any further!"

"Like I said, I only came here to do a task," the Black-Robed Man replied. "I have no intention of waking Azathoth, but all of you want to get in my way. If you really want to die that badly then go ahead and stop me… that is, if you can."

The Black-Robed Man sneered as he continued to walk forward.

The performing angels kept on singing and dancing. However, it was very obvious that they were scared sh*tless about what the Black-Robed Man was going to do.

An inner battle was raging inside the Archangel's head. He wanted to stop the invader even if he had to risk his life in doing so.

His other half was telling him that even if he did attack the mortal, nothing would change. He would just be dying like a dog, unable to stop what was about to come.

In the end, duty won over his other concerns.

The Archangel shouted and dove down from the sky, emitting light like a sun.

No matter what happened to him, he must not allow the Black-Robed Man to gamble with the lives of the entire multiverse.

"Stubborn fool," the Black-Robed Man said with a hint of annoyance.

He then raised his hand, and just like what happened to the other Angels earlier, the Archangel stopped moving, as if he was bound by invisible chains that prevented him from doing anything.

The Black-Robed Man then pierced the Archangel's chest and grabbed his heart.

Without even showing any signs of mercy, the man crushed the Archangel's heart, making the Protector explode in a shower of golden sparks.

"Continue your performance," the Black-Robed Man said in a cold tone. "Any of you who dares to stop me will die just like your leader."

Although the Angels were all indignant and angry about what was happening around them, they truly didn't stop what they were doing.

Because of this, the Black-Robed Man walked unhindered until he was only a meter away from the sleeping Outer God, who seemed oblivious to what was happening around it.

"Finally," the Black-Robed Man said as he pierced his chest with his right hand. "My long wait is over."

His face distorted due to the pain he was feeling, but he endured it as he pulled something out of his body.

A Golden Lion, which was coated with his heart's blood, appeared in his hand.

"With this, all the worlds in existence are mine for the taking." The Black Robed Man laughed despite the pain he was feeling.

He then pushed the Golden Lion onto the body of the sleeping Outer God without a second thought.

A moment later, the Pillar of Eternity was swallowed by the body of the Outer God.

Without any warning, a mist of miasma was released from Azathoth's body, which immediately flew towards the gaping hole on the man's chest as if it was being sucked up by something.

The man shuddered in ecstasy as power flooded his body.

He had been waiting for decades to get to where he was now, and all the sacrifices he made during those years had finally borne fruit.

The hole in his chest healed completely, and several black markings, resembling tattoos, appeared on his body.

Suddenly, a blob of flesh emerged from the Outer God's body and crashed beside the Black-Robed Man.

From the blob of flesh, a creature that looked hideous and very alien materialized in front of everyone.

It stood up on two legs, but countless tentacles were wriggling from its body.

Its head, which was similar to the head of an Alien, had one long tentacle sticking out of it as if it was a whip that it could use to lash at its foes at any given time.

This horrible creature looked down at the man standing before it and smiled.

"Very bold of you, Mortal, to gamble with the lives of all of creation," the creature said in a hoarse voice. "However, I don't dislike your courage. Tell me, what is your wish?"

The Black-Robed man looked up at the creature, who was the embodiment of any sane person's worst nightmare.

"First, I want revenge," the Black-Robed Man replied. "After that, Conquest of the various worlds of creation."

"Very well," the alien-like creature replied. "I will assist you in this endeavor, and in exchange… I want you to sacrifice millions of lives in every world that you conquer. All for the sake of the Outer Gods."

"Deal," the man replied. "What is your name?"

The alien-like creature smiled, showing its countless horrendous razor-sharp teeth.

"I am the Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep," Nyarlathotep declared. "And on this day, the Nightmares of Mortals and Immortals alike will become their realities."