Bone Alchemist: Necromancer of The Aberrations-Chapter 66: Changing Clothes?

Despite the blow they suffered, the devils had not been too badly damaged. Their wounds were only superficial, but their eyes were full of fury and desire for revenge.

After recovering for a moment, the devils snapped back at the Titans.

They leapt forward with power, leaving trails of darkness.

This time they would not be caught unprepared.

They were going to stop playing.

They activated their concepts at full power, not caring about anything.

The bone floor beneath them trembled, as if the cathedral itself recognized the danger of what was about to be unleashed.

Their concepts were similar, but each had its own nuances and particularities.

Corruption, Silence, Living Shadow, Oblivion.

All these concepts were terrifying in their own way, particularly Oblivion.

It belonged to the lowest devil, the one who had been enraged by humiliation before.

And indeed, he was the first to unleash the most devastating move as well as his signature move.

"Fist of Oblivion."

His cry, a mixture of ferocity and ruthlessness, preceded his blow.

A surge of dark energy gathered around his arm, pulsing the air with invisible shockwaves.

But no explosion resounded from his fist on the Titan’s skull.

Not because the blow had had no effect, but simply because the concept resonated so immensely as to obliterate any sound.

The bony giant was destroyed in one blow. In no way could he have regenerated; his being had been completely obliterated, obliterated.

This level of power, however, was reserved only for that devil. The others had no such destructive power. Their concepts allowed greater versatility, but also less destructive power.

Nevertheless, Jeremy did not blink an eye.

He had been expecting this result for a long time. After all, he was not relying on them to win, but on himself.

After about a minute, the other three Titans also died, with no chance of resurrection.

The concept of Oblivion and Corruption made this reality possible.

Silence, on the other hand, was capable of disrupting the use of Skills, while Living Shadow allowed the creation of shadow clones. The more clones were created, the less power they individually possessed.

And just as the devils were about to speak, a rhythmic, harmonious clapping of hands caught their attention.

Oddly enough, it did not come from Jeremy’s figure on the find at all.

The sound came from behind them.

Turning around, they saw a strange scene.

A human being, vaguely resembling the one sitting on the throne, was clapping as he walked toward them.

His stride was sure, his presence eerie but fascinating.

A mysterious smile could be seen on his face, eerie in its own way.

"You have done a really good job. Bravo!"

The applause did not stop, on the contrary-.

The human being on the throne also stood up and began clapping. His rhythm was different, more dramatic.

A smile was also present on him.

Twisted, inhuman.

"What is this visceral feeling-"

The devils’ hearts began to race, as if their instincts were screaming at them to flee—if only they could.

And then, while they were confused, almost frightened, wondering what the hell was going on, they saw the human next to the throne melt into a puddle of colorless liquid.

"That was just a clone, built from one of my ribs." The clapping stopped, and Jeremy spoke.

His voice cut through the air like a blade, effortlessly, and was laden with supremacy.

His entire being had changed.

His clothes radiated nonchalance and power.

He no longer wore a long robe, but a simple tank top that revealed his chiseled abs. It kept the same design as the previous robe—black with golden patterns.

His forearms were wrapped in two golden rings, while other jewels adorned his look, making him unique, sublime.

Below, he wore wide pants that fluttered with every step.

His bare feet struck the ground in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic manner.

"Apologies for the wait, I was... changing clothes." The smile never left his face.

"..."

Despite the boy’s calm and accommodating demeanor, none of the four dared to make a move.

The atmosphere around them had shifted.

If before the devils felt they were in a hostile world that had no intent to kill them, now it was different.

Every inch of air, floor, and wall—every single thing in that place—threatened to end their lives.

And their death would not be simple. It would mean serving the human before them for all eternity.

But when they thought about it, that didn’t really change much.

After all, they were already slaves to the devil named Malrik. The only difference was that if they became soldiers of the human before them, they’d do it dead, not alive.

After a brief exchange of glances among them, the devils pulled themselves together. They couldn’t simply be intimidated by the human in front of them.

Their proud and violent nature compelled them to respond. The very idea of bowing without a fight was unacceptable.

"Tsk, stop acting tough." One of the four said, spreading his arms.

"Absolute Silence"

Then, a veil of darkness unfolded around them, engulfing both the devils and the human.

The spread of darkness wasn’t particularly fast. If he wanted to, Jeremy could’ve retreated to avoid entering the domain—but he didn’t.

With a triumphant expression on his face, the devil spoke.

"You’re mine. This is my domain. You won’t be able to use any abilities, nor escape."

Within this domain reigned darkness. Except for the devils and the human, nothing around them could be seen.

"Heh, it’s time to capture this arrogant human."

Without another word, the devils rushed toward Jeremy.

Through it all, he didn’t move a muscle, waiting for the attack.

He wanted to see if he could take hits from EX Rank opponents without bleeding.

The devils weren’t stupid; they sensed something wasn’t quite right.

However, their limited knowledge about their opponent made it impossible to discern exactly what.

They needed to understand what he was capable of.

The first to test the waters was the devil with the Living Shadow.

He created three clones of darkness, which attacked Jeremy from three different angles.

Each shadow had a different weapon, to enhance their teamwork and versatility. A spear, a curved sword, and a shadow hammer, each designed to target a different weak point.

The attacks rained down like drops of water in a storm, but they didn’t seem to dent the muscles of the human before them. Jeremy moved, but he wasn’t following a well-defined movement pattern.

His steps were light, barely touching the dark ground of the domain.

His arms seemed to be made of an ultra-resistant material, capable of absorbing shock and deflecting the shadows’ attacks with ease.