Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?-Chapter 48: Flare (2)

"Psst… little liege."

"What is it?"

"I can't interfere with the living for long."

Aaran sighed. It was the most annoying thing about using Darius. As a ghost, he couldn't constantly interfere in the world of the living. There were both time and action constraints.

Since Darius had physically harmed the abbot, he couldn't do much for long.

But Aaran wasn't worried.

"Hold on for a couple more minutes," Aaran replied, looking at his vault interface. "I'm preparing something."

"I see… Is that why the marshmallow isn't talking?"

Aaran glared at him, but Darius laughed. The night kept getting better for him. However, Brute was not pleased after seeing Darius there and angrily pointed at him.

It looked like he wanted Darius gone. But as usual, Darius interpreted it as something else.

"Haha, hand me those shiny things again, little liege. It appears Brute can't wait for me to cheer."

The moment Darius mentioned cheering, Brute grabbed a boulder and was ready to chuck it at him, but Cerbie stopped him.

Meanwhile, Brute's actions were again misinterpreted, and Darius gave him a thumbs-up.

"I like the enthusiasm! Go, go, Brute—"

"I called you here to fight, not to cheer," Aaran interrupted Darius, taking a mental note to ask them about the cheering thing later.

With Darius there, Aaran could breathe for a moment. Unlike Brute and Cerbie, he was much stronger. So much so that Aaran couldn't see his level even after five years of taming him.

Forget about surviving against wannabe Diddy. I can defeat him now.

However, the abbot's laughter came as a surprise to him.

"Did he lose his mind?" Darius said, scratching his head. "I don't recall hitting him so hard…"

"Impressive. I never thought a mere child would push me this far. You should feel honored for forcing me what I've been saving for the templars," the abbot frowned.

"Saving what? Your virginity?" Aaran retorted.

Darius couldn't hold back and snorted. Even Brute and Cerbie made amusing noises. Another vein bulged on the abbot's forehead, his mouth twitching with anger.

"Laugh all you want," he growled. "It'll be my turn soon, brat."

As he spoke, four towering pillars of light erupted from the ground, surrounding him and Aaran. Before Aaran could react, the pillars linked, forming a barrier enclosing him and the abbot.

Aaran's summons frantically attacked the barrier. After putting all their strength into it, they couldn't put a single scratch on the barrier or the pillars.

"Struggle all you want!" the abbot laughed. "No one can save you now. Your body is mine!"

Instead of panicking, Aaran sighed and peeked at the vault's timer.

One minute.

That time would decide his fate. But Aaran was confident. Even without his summons to help him, he should last that long against the abbot.

He pulled out the revolver, ready to blast away. But even as he took aim, it didn't fire.

Aaran was alarmed.

Now that he possessed both divinity and darkness, the gun had no reason not to fire.

After putting away the gun, Aaran tried using the hymn. Instead of the blinding aura, only faint sparkles appeared around his fist before fizzling away.

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"What the—"

"Don't bother," the abbot commented. "Not even a high priest can use divinity inside this barrier."

"…I see."

"All this power could have been yours! But you betrayed me. Do you regret it now?"

The abbot boasted, looking around, but when his eyes fell back on Aaran, he couldn't control his anger anymore.

He was showing off his greatness to the brat, yet he was busy picking his ear? How dare the bastard humiliate him over and over?

"Oh, were you saying something?" Aaran asked, acting innocent.

"You—!"

The abbot couldn't control his anger anymore and lunged at Aaran. He didn't bother stopping when Aaran raised his weapon again.

The brat can't use divinity. I have nothing to be afraid of.

That was until a loud gunshot pierced the abbot's thoughts—along with his hand. He roared in pain, clutching his severed arm.

"How… is this…?" the abbot said, gritting his teeth.

"You really should stop underestimating people," Aaran shrugged. "Just because I couldn't use divinity, you thought you had a chance? I'm honestly surprised you fools survived in this forest for so long."

The abbot snarled, lunging at him. But the moment he did that, a massive hand appeared behind Aaran and slammed him into the ground with a force so powerful it made the ground shake like there was an earthquake.

"Right on time, Dread—what the hell happened to you!?"

Aaran had turned, expecting to see a giant. Instead, he saw something he couldn't even describe.

The giant was barely taller than Brute. Its arms were far too long, almost dragging on the ground, while its legs were much shorter. Its muscular body was covered in black fur, unlike the gray shade that the corpse's fur had.

"Dread?" he asked, blinking in confusion. "Why do you look more like a chimpanzee than a giant?"

"What are you—That damned backstabber! He put a curse on the corpse!" Dread yelled, looking down at his body.

"I'll have to thank the commoner for this," Darius laughed, and even Brute chuckled. Finally, he wasn't the worst-looking one among Aaran's summons.

"I swear I will kill your father!"

Dread wasn't having any of it. If they hadn't been in such a situation, even Aaran would have thrown a couple of jokes. But he first had to get rid of the barrier.

"Wait… it's disappearing?"

Aaran looked down, and it seemed Dread had used a bit too much force in the attack.

The abbot was dead.

"…"

Aaran looked at Dread.

"…"

Dread looked at Aaran.

"…"

Darius looked at Dread's wiggling tail.

But no one said a word for a while.

"I guess we're done here?" Dread said, scratching his head.

"That attack of yours… The guards must have felt it," Aaran said, rubbing his temples. "They'll be here to investigate for sure!"

"We should run—"

"You expect me to outrun six-star knights?" Aaran yelled, grabbing his head. "We need to think of something else, or I'll end up in prison!"

If anyone saw him around a cultist's corpse, they'd have hundreds of questions that Aaran couldn't answer. Not without revealing his secrets, and he didn't want that.

Not to mention, his presence in the Dead Forest itself would cause problems. No matter how exceptional he was, he couldn't survive in the forest by himself.

All of that would inevitably cause problems.

"Little liege, just follow my lead," Darius said confidently, banging his fist on his chest.

"What do you want me to do?" Aaran asked.

As much as he knew Darius would say something ridiculous, it was better than having no plans.

"Fire the flare and leave the rest to me."