Modern World Warlock-Chapter 358: Dante Vs. Netherius

While the Jade Dragons began to quickly make their way out of the necropolis, Netherius got up from the ground as his recent wounds healed automatically.

The necromancer seemed slightly annoyed at their escape attempt, but he was aware that he wouldn't be able to get past Dante to get to them— at least not without killing him first.

"We don't have to do this, Dante…" Netherius spoke up, calling the warlock by name.

"Why are you risking your life to save these people? We are not even from this world!" He asked, though his question made no sense to Dante.

"Why would that matter to me? Maybe if you had done this somewhere else, then I wouldn't have interfered," Dante replied, his eyes focused and sharpened.

Netherius clicked his tongue and raised his tone, telling Dante to move away before he could regret it.

"Nah. I'll stay here," Dante replied.

The necromancer truly wanted to kill Megan, Zac, and Alice so that he could convert their corpses into his undead servants, but if he didn't focus on the warlock, he could get killed.

"I didn't want to consider this option. How about I let you choose who lives, then?" Netherius asked, an evil grin appearing on his face.

Dante crossed his arms with disinterest and waited for his opponent to continue. 'Keep talking. You are just giving them more time to run away…' he thought.

"With one snap of my fingers, I can have my servants murder the beautiful Camille. Or, you could let me kill those three bastards…" Netherius offered, holding the evil grin.

"Sure, go ahead." Dante instantly replied, unbothered by his words.

"Hmm?" Netherius hummed with slight confusion, wondering why the warlock wasn't taking him seriously.

"Go on. Snap your fingers," Dante continued.

"Do you think I'm bluffing?" Netherius asked, his mocking grin erased from his face.

"I suppose I'll have to show you how serious I am," he continued, snapping his fingers and sending the order to his undead servants to "tear Camille apart."

"Would you like a hand or a foot as a souvenir?" Netherius asked, but he was feeling a bit tense at the lack of feedback from his spell.

The two of them stood still for a good five seconds in silence, waiting for something to happen, and while Netherius tried to figure out why he couldn't sense some of his undead servants, he noticed Dante smirking.

"You… What did you do!?" Netherius asked.

"I didn't do anything," Dante replied, still smirking at the necromancer. "You see, compared to you, the people in my group are actually loyal to each other…" he continued.

At that moment, the reality dawned on Netherius—the reason his plan was going astray.

"Wolfram… That old bastard," he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Netherius' anger finally took form, making the eerie black and blue aura that flowed around his body increase in size, withering anything that made contact with it.

"You've played me for a fool. I will not stand for it… I WILL JUST DESTROY IT ALL!!" Netherius shouted, his voice echoing all over the district.

Right as he finished his sentence, the necromancer extended his hand to the side, prompting Dante to do the same, knowing what Netherius was about to do.

"Mythic Relic: Hades."

"Mythic Relic: Thanatos."

As the two of them chanted the name of their mythic relics simultaneously, the earth rumbled for a brief moment and a powerful gust of wind struck their location.

Dante's mythic relic was a sleek scythe with a long pole and a black blade, covered in the black flames that he used to destroy demons' souls.

It was a two-handed weapon, though Dante didn't particularly enjoy using it, it was his only option to counter Netherius' relic, which he had seen one time in the past.

However, when Dante was able to detail the weapon in Netherius' hands, his eyes widened slightly as he sensed an almost overwhelming power flowing from it.

The weapon was also a scythe. However, the pole was much shorter and made from what looked like a bone spine. Moreover, it had another smaller scythe attached to it with a bone-made chain.

Carrying each scythe with one hand and spinning the small one from the chain, Netherius smiled at Dante's surprised expression.

"Didn't you know, Hellslayer? A necromancer only gets more powerful after death…" Netherius said, halting the spinning of his short scythe and waving it to the side. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Out of pure instinct, Dante prepared himself to avoid an attack, but Netherius simply wanted to flaunt his power, and right after waving his weapon to one side, every building and window around the warlock began to implode into pieces.

Since Netherius had been killed in Terra before he used his spell to reincarnate, the necromancer had become much more powerful, and the simple change in the appearance of his relic was enough to confirm it to Dante.

As the two of them locked their gazes and sprinted towards each other, their scythes clashed, generating a shockwave that brought even more destruction to the district.

Large buildings were crumbling down, vehicles were flung to the side as if they were made of cardboard, and the death ichor that kept shrouding the area only made it worse.

Following their first clash, a cacophony of blades hitting against each other echoed in the district, as Dante carefully deflected all of Netherius' attacks.

Since the necromancer had two weapons, Dante had to move even faster to protect himself, rotating his scythe with his hand every few seconds to deflect both blades.

In the midst of their battle, Dante managed to get an opening and went for an overhead attack, but Netherius skillfully jumped back and avoided it.

Still, right as the flaming black scythe struck the ground, a massive pillar of black flames rose higher than some of the buildings that were still standing.

Even though their battle was just commencing, half of the district had already been razed to the ground. Nevertheless, it was better than having Netherius destroy the entire city.