Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate
chapter-708-1

When the blinding light receded, Lux looked in front of him and saw that half of the Giant Death Worm had turned into crystal.

Unfortunately for them, only its lower half had been hit, instead of the upper part where the head was located.

If only they hadn't been forced to stop their attacks due to the sudden brightness that enveloped the surroundings, they might have been able to turn the worm's whole body into a crystal statue.

The Giant Death Worm then slammed its head against the ground, digging deep in order to prevent itself from getting attacked again.

"We almost got it, Aur," Lux said with disappointment.

"Y-Yeah," Aur replied as he looked at his two hands before clenching them together into tight fists. "Don't worry about it. We will deal with the small fries first."

"Right." Lux nodded as he gave the Dragon Prince a glance. "How about you and your subordinates reinforce the members of the Skystead Alliance over there? They sure look like they badly need some help."

Aur smiled and gave Lux a brief nod. "Very well. Leave them to me."

The Dragon Prince was about to fly in the direction Lux had pointed to when he suddenly found himself crashing towards the ground after getting hit by an attack from the back.

Aur's subordinates gasped in shock as they looked at the Half-Elf that had turned into a lightning bolt, and executed a dropkick on their Prince's head, just as Aur was about to hit the ground.

This created a hundred-wide crater, showing how strong Lux's attack was.

Piccoro and the other Saints who saw this cried out in alarm, not expecting the Half-Elf to backstab their prince without any rhyme or reason.

"What's the meaning of this?!" one of Aur's subordinates shouted as he dove down from the sky in order to attack the Half-Elf who had assaulted his Prince.

"Damn you! How could you do that to His Majesty?!"

"Kill him!"

"Break his bones!"

"Cut off his head!"

The Dragon Borns all roared in anger as they all charged at the Half-Elf who was busy stomping their Prince's head on the ground, expanding the crater that had been caused by his earlier attack.

However, just as they were about to attack the Half-Elf, Zagan, Lazarus, and Revon all appeared in front of them and immediately clashed with the Dragon Borns, whose eyes had turned bloodshot due to anger.

Lux didn't pay any attention to them and kept on hitting Aur's body like a punching bag, making the Saints who were watching outside the Gate of the Fallen enraged.

"Damn it!" Piccoro shouted in anger. "You're courting death, Half-Elf!"

The Saints had unleashed their auras, making everyone inside the cavern feel as if an entire mountain was pressing on their shoulders. Even though some of the people there were High-Rankers, they were unable to hold a candle against the Powerhouses who were only below the Supreme Rank.

"You!" Piccoro pointed his finger at Hector, whom he believed had a close relationship with the Half-Elf, forcing the High-Ranker of the Rowan Tribe to kneel due to the pressure that the Saint was releasing towards him. "Tell me, what the hell is that Half-Elf doing to our Prince?!"

Hector, who received Piccoro's rage, as well as the rage of the other Saints, wasn't able to resist their combined pressure, causing blood to pour out from his ears, nose, and lips.

"I-I don't… know!" Hector forced himself to reply to the Saint's inquiry despite the fact that he had suffered internal injuries. "I don't know what's happening!"

The Rankers of the Six Kingdoms and the Xynnar War Pact didn't intervene because they didn't want to suffer the same fate as Hector, who was on the receiving end of the frustration of the Saints that couldn't enter the dungeon to save their Prince from Lux's one-sided beating.

If only any of them were inside the dungeon, they would have definitely slapped the Half-Elf, turning his body into meat paste.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong they were, they were unable to force themselves to enter the Domain, which only accepted individuals of the Initiate Rank and below.

Piccoro and the other Saints also knew that even if they tortured Hector to death, they wouldn't get the answers they were looking for.

Because of this, they shifted their gaze back at the projection and glared at the Half-Elf with bloodshot gazes, wishing that they could twist the red-headed teenager's neck, and feed his body to the fishes.

Just as the Saints were nearing the limits of their patience, Lux's voice, filled with disdain, reached their ears through the projection.

"Do you really think that you can fool my eyes?" Lux asked with a sneer as he pulled the Dragon Prince's hair, forcing the latter to look at him. "Tell me, Zelken Leth Ailphostes, do you really think that you can possess someone's body and get away with it that easily?"

Lux's words made the expressions of Piccoro, as well as the Saints of the Crystal Palace, turn grim. They didn't know why the Half-Elf was saying such nonsense. However, deep inside, they felt greatly alarmed at the possibility of having the body of their Prince possessed by others.

The Half-Elf knew that those outside of the Gate of the Fallen would be surprised by what he did, and he was worried that the four Saints might vent their frustrations on his allies.

Because of this, he made sure to speak loudly and clearly, making sure that those who were watching him right now through the artifact that Aur carried understood why he attacked the Dragon Prince without any warning.

"H-How did you know?" Aur asked back in disbelief.

Although Lux had given him a one-sided beating, he only received moderate injuries. The Dragon Prince's body was quite strong, and even though Lux kept on attacking him, it was not enough to break his bones.

Of course, Lux held back his attacks because he didn't want Aur to suffer any lasting injuries. At most, he would just make whoever possessed the Dragon Prince feel a world of pain, forcing the latter to leave Aur's body.

However, the silver-haired Devil was persistent, and no matter what Lux did, he didn't want to leave.

This was his one chance at freedom, so even if the Dragon Prince died, he would not leave his body no matter what.

Even though he was just a soul, his rank far exceeded Aur's, forcing the latter's soul to enter a hibernation state and sealing it deep within his consciousness.

Due to the preparations the silver-haired Devil had made, he was able to take over the Dragon Prince's body without any hardship.

After experiencing how powerful and resilient Aur's body was, the silver-haired devil rejoiced that he had chosen the right vessel to possess.

Unfortunately for him, he was not dealing with an ordinary teenager, but a Necromancer, and one who had a Master with a lot of experience handling souls.

All Lux needed to do was seal Aur and bring him to his Master, letting the old Half-Ling deal with the silver-haired Devil, who had taken an all-out gamble for freedom.

But, before Lux could even knock the Dragon Prince unconscious, the silver-haired Devil unleashed his own powers, sending the Half-Elf flying backward.

"You bastard Half-Elf!" Aur spoke in a different voice, which made Piccoro's and the Saints' who were watching the projection blood turn cold. "Why are you always getting in my way?!"

As if the power sealing his body was broken, Aur's rank suddenly rose exponentially, breaking through the Initiate Rank, and jumping to that of an A-Ranker.

"This is the last time you will get in my way!" Aur said hatefully as he raised his hand, summoning a giant ball of darkness that had black lightning bolts snaking around its surface. "Die!"

The Dragon Prince unleashed his unholy attack that was fueled by his rage and bloodlust. In a world devoid of any color but red, the Dark Energy Ball, which was nearly ten meters tall, stood out on the battlefield, catching everyone's attention.

The silver-haired Devil had failed to kill Lux when he sent him directly to the void the moment he entered the Gate of Famine.

Although he didn't know what happened during that time, he decided to just kill the Half-Elf with his own hands to get it over with and ensure that the red-headed teenager would be erased from the face of the world.