Grandson Of The Holy Emperor Is A Necromancer - Chapter 278 - 146. In The Name Of The Holy King

Reborn as Red Army Misha!

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A young man who had longed for stories of good and evil since childhood lost his life in a tragic accident and was reincarnated as a boy named Chrono Mak in another world.

He learned that in this other world, there is magic and witchcraft, and depending on how you train them, you can become as strong as you want to be, so he decided to become the strongest demon king in order to recreate the story of justice and evil he once dreamed of.

Lin Qi’an safely crossed into a fantasy realm, becoming the Crown Prince of Beiyang of an Immortal Dynasty. His father, the current strongest Sword Emperor, enjoys an exalted status! His fiancée is also the unparalleled beauty ranked first on the Fairy List.However, Lin Qian discovers that he has an overwhelming number of enemies, all of whom are emerging protagonists destined for greatness!Those born with a sacred body! Reincarnation of a Great Emperor! Holder of immortal treasures!Fortunately, Lin Qian awakens a villain system, which rewards him for defeating these protagonists.“Ding! Opening beginner’s gift pack, obtained ‘Dragon Yang Dao Physique’.”“Ding! Subdued the daughter of golden luck, rewarded with the divine skill ‘Thousands of Swords to Court’.”“Ding! Slayed the an ancient clan’s holy son, rewarded with ‘Ice Qillin Essence Blood’.”Lin Qian could never have imagined that these so-called daughters of luck could see through his special constitution!The icy pure and aloof holy saintesses, one after another, turned into villainesses. What broken protagonists? Isn’t the Dragon Yang Dao Physique more fragrant?

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.