I'm The Only Necromancer In This Cultivation World-Chapter 73: Battle Of Body Tempering Practitioners
His mana recovery was smoother now, flowing through his body like a calm river. At the same time, the strength of his undead had clearly improved. Their bones were harder, their movements more stable.
It was exactly what he needed.
His gaze drifted across the street.
Bodies were scattered everywhere now.
Civilians.
Warriors.
Blood slowly crept through the cracks of the stone road.
A man screamed as he tried to crawl away with a wounded leg. A skeleton stepped forward and stabbed its sword into the man’s back without hesitation.
Aiden didn’t even blink.
He had already seen scenes like this countless times.
In his previous life, he spent years playing a virtual reality game. One where the line between the game and reality no longer existed.
And in that game... he was never the hero.
He was the villain.
A real one.
With his necromancer class, he had wiped out entire towns just for fun or experience points. Cities burned because of him. Armies fell beneath endless waves of undead.
NPCs in that world screamed, begged, and ran just like real people.
They had faces.
Voices.
Families.
And yet, he had destroyed them all the same.
Aiden looked at the burning street ahead of him.
"These people..." he said quietly.
"They’re not much different from the NPCs back then."
A skeleton stabbed another fleeing man through the chest.
The body collapsed.
The chaos had already spread through half the town by the time the true strength of the Dustwind Clan arrived.
Heavy footsteps echoed across the street.
The crowd of warriors fighting the skeletons suddenly parted as six figures pushed their way forward.
Each of them carried the aura of a seasoned fighter. Their movements were steady, their presence enough to make the ordinary warriors step aside instinctively.
Body Tempering practitioners.
At the front stood Roderic.
His sharp eyes scanned the street, the scattered corpses, the shattered houses, the skeletons still fighting his men. One of the undead drove its sword through a warrior’s chest before getting smashed apart by three others.
The bones fell to the ground.
Then began crawling back together again.
Even Roderic’s expression hardened when he saw it.
Behind him, one of the clan’s body tempering practitioners stared in disbelief.
"My lord... what are these things?" the man asked, gripping his sword tightly. "Why are our people fighting skeletons?"
Another skeleton rose again after being shattered, its empty eye sockets staring straight at them.
Roderic’s voice turned cold.
"Don’t ask questions."
He stepped forward and drew his blade.
"Destroy these demonic things."
The other five practitioners nodded immediately. Whatever these monsters were, they could not allow them to continue rampaging through the town.
Their auras flared as they moved.
They rushed forward like a sudden storm.
One of the practitioners kicked a skeleton apart with a powerful strike, shattering its rib cage and sending bones scattering across the ground.
Another swung his sword downward, splitting one from skull to spine.
The battle suddenly shifted.
From a quiet rooftop not far away, Aiden watched the scene unfold.
His hood hid most of his face, but the amusement in his eyes was obvious.
"So the main actors finally arrived," he murmured.
The six body tempering practitioners were clearly stronger than the ordinary warriors. They destroyed skeletons faster than they could reform, keeping the pressure constant.
But Aiden wasn’t worried.
In fact, he looked almost pleased.
"Alright," he said quietly.
"If you want to play..."
His hand slowly rose.
"...then let’s make it interesting."
Dark mist suddenly gathered behind him.
Six figures stepped out from the shadows one after another.
Undead.
But unlike the skeletons, these are corpse.
Their bodies were intact, their movements steady, and their weapons carried the cold aura of death itself.
Body Tempering undead.
Aiden glanced at them calmly.
Seven stood behind him.
But he only needed six.
"Let’s make it a fair fight," he said softly.
One of the figures stepped forward first.
Vayne.
His cold, lifeless eyes turned toward the battlefield below.
Aiden tilted his head toward Roderic.
"Him."
Without hesitation, Vayne leaped from the rooftop.
BOOM.
He landed heavily in the middle of the street, the stone beneath his feet cracking from the impact.
The battlefield froze for a split second.
Roderic turned his head immediately.
Their eyes met.
Even though Vayne’s face was expressionless, the killing intent surrounding him was obvious.
Roderic narrowed his eyes.
Another body tempering practitioner.
But something about him felt wrong.
Before he could think further, Vayne moved.
His sword flashed like lightning.
CLANG!
Roderic barely raised his blade in time to block the strike. The impact sent a shock through his arms, forcing him to slide several steps across the ground.
Roderic’s eyes widened slightly.
"Strong..."
But he didn’t have time to think more.
More figures landed behind Vayne.
Five more undead.
Bone Fist landed with a heavy thud, cracking his knuckles as he stepped forward.
Skullbreaker followed, dragging his massive weapon across the ground.
The other three body tempering undead spread out silently.
The remaining Dustwind practitioners immediately tensed.
"What the—"
Before the man could finish speaking, Bone Fist charged.
His fist shot forward like a cannon.
BAM!
The punch slammed straight into a practitioner’s chest, sending him flying backward through a wooden stall.
Wood splintered everywhere.
At the same time, Skullbreaker swung his spiked club in a brutal arc.
CLANG!
One practitioner barely blocked it with his sword, but the sheer force drove him to one knee.
The other three undead engaged the remaining practitioners instantly.
Steel clashed.
Shockwaves spread through the street as body tempering fighters collided with monstrous strength.
Meanwhile, Roderic and Vayne had already separated from the rest of the battlefield.
Their blades flashed repeatedly.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Sparks flew every time their swords collided.
Roderic stepped back and swung a powerful horizontal slash, aiming straight for Vayne’s neck.
Vayne didn’t dodge.
He blocked.
The two blades crashed together again, the force cracking the stone beneath their feet.
Roderic’s eyes sharpened.
"You’re not from any clan I know," he said coldly. "Who are you?"
Vayne didn’t answer.
He simply attacked again.
His sword moved with cold, mechanical precision.
Roderic gritted his teeth and blocked the strike.
Behind them, the rest of the battlefield had completely exploded into chaos.
