Bone Alchemist: Necromancer of The Aberrations-Chapter 72: The First Thalgrit pt1

After speaking those words, Drae’mon stepped forward.

He had been Jeremy’s first undead. He had every right to receive whatever their master was granting them first.

And everyone else agreed. Or at least, no one dared to openly object. Well, more or less.

A sharp gaze fell on the black skeleton. It was Leo’sol.

He didn’t like being second. Still, he understood the situation. He might’ve seemed dumb—and he was, a little—but he knew better than to get angry over something so trivial.

After all, it would be his turn right after.

Meanwhile, Drae’mon stood in front of Jeremy. The skeleton’s expression wasn’t arrogant or anything else—it was simply stoic.

No emotion was visible on his face.

But not because he wasn’t capable of them.

Simply because he understood his position. He was the first member of the Bone Legion. He couldn’t act as he pleased in front of this crowd.

He had to be a symbol, an example.

But what did he truly desire?

To hug his master tightly, cuddle him and purr.

But no, he couldn’t behave that way.

Not now, at least.

Jeremy’s gaze, however, did not hide his affection. He was very grateful to the no-longer-small black skeleton who had accompanied him from the very first day.

Without wasting more time on idle talk, Jeremy placed his hand on Drae’mon’s head.

"Osseoth, Let It Be Bone—"

Time seemed to freeze. No movement around them, the air turned still. It lasted only an instant, but Jeremy and Drae’mon felt it clearly.

Like a heartbeat stretched beyond the limits of time itself.

Their consciousness fused, everything became clearer. Their visions connected, each could see what the other saw, and feel what the other felt.

They were no longer separate entities, but a single being.

Then something extraordinary happened.

After the Empress appeared and saved them from extermination, the humans regained their spirit.

Many had died that day.

But fortunately, no member of the council had been killed.

However, some had been left paralyzed.

The four Lords of the noble families were exhausted. In this battle, they had realized one thing. They were weak.

All they did was act important, thinking themselves great—and yet today, they had learned the hard way.

In the grand scheme of things, they were useless.

They were worth less than an ant.

All the surviving humans had one thing in common. The marks of battle.

Their torn clothes, the open wounds still marking what they had endured.

Despite being alive, no one celebrated.

"Well, fortunately we survived."

The voice sounded tired and weak, but everyone heard it. It belonged to one of the imperial consuls, the one with the Aegis concept.

It was also thanks to him that there were so many survivors—otherwise, there would’ve been no hope.

However, he, like the other consul, knew well. It wasn’t just thanks to them that so many had survived.

The Empress had played a fundamental role.

She had granted them part of her essence to use as a power source.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to manage the battle from beginning to end.

The Empress could have helped them deal with the threat effortlessly, but she didn’t. She wanted everyone to understand that they needed to step up.

Their power was far too small to mean anything.

And everyone there understood that.

They had been resting on their laurels for too long.

Only recently, with the appearance of stronger and stronger Gates, had their fighting spirit rekindled.

They were already the rulers of this world, they desired nothing more.

But now they understood.

This world was tiny.

Just a single dot in space.

To avoid dying like pawns, they needed to become stronger.

And the only way was to put themselves in danger and face increasingly greater threats. And this invasion was the cherry on top.

Unfortunately, some EX Ranks had died.

And they all would have died if the Empress hadn’t intervened at the last second to face the five-headed monstrosity.

Reaching that line of thought, the gaze of the two consuls turned toward another side of the battlefield.

By now the ground was completely deformed. Not a single patch of land remained untouched.

Broken trees, chunks of rock, and deep gashes like wounds stretched across the landscape in every direction.

The craters marked the remnants of the clashes between humans and devils.

Still, somehow, they had managed to save the capital behind them.

They had paid a price, but it had been worth it.

"I don’t know if we should thank that boy for the help, or not..." the old consul’s face was hesitant. "After all, one of his summons was about to attack us—"

"You’re wrong," said the other consul with a sharp gaze, cutting him off. "He wanted to kill us all."

Swoosh

A gust of wind drew everyone’s attention.

It was Lord Felicitas Amabel.

She was heading toward the field where Jeremy stood, but not to look for the boy.

Her gaze was directed elsewhere, in the midst of the sea of skeletal creatures.

There, a figure was kneeling, head lowered.

Two tears ran down her face, giving her expression a pitiful look.

After all, he was dead.

Her father was dead.

And from what she had understood, every human would have met the same fate if not for the Empress’s intervention.

She truly didn’t know what to think.

On one hand, she had just lost her father. On the other, the person she had trusted turned out to be a bad guy.

But by now, it was too late for regrets.

And as her thoughts wandered, a presence approached her.

"Grandpa—" Victoria sobbed at the sight.

She had been through so much, and her power had now reached the infamous Rank S. But in the end, she was still just a girl.

She ran to her grandfather and hugged him.

"It’s okay, it’s okay..." Lord Amabel returned the embrace.

Unlike Victoria, he shed no tears for the death of his son. After all, he couldn’t—not in front of so many people.

He couldn’t do it in front of his granddaughter. He couldn’t show weakness.

He had always been a strong, unyielding figure.

The two continued to exchange a few more words when a torrent of swirling energy appeared from nowhere.

All eyes turned toward the field where a tide of skeletons surrounded three humans and several strange-looking monsters.

There, a vortex of energy seemed to be attracting the remains of the corpses scattered across the battlefield.

Even the human remains were not spared.

"What’s happening—" said Lord Amabel in a barely audible voice.

Farther off, the other humans also noticed what was happening.

"Shit, is he turning the corpses into undead?"

Numerous voices shouted in outrage, but no one dared step forward.

After all, they could feel it.

The boy and all his summons were powerful. Incredibly powerful.

But that wasn’t all. They were also terrifying. Their gaze, their aura.

But not just that—

Whatever was happening in that place screamed danger.

A harbinger of death, of destruction.

The impossibility of escape.

Every sensation they felt seemed amplified. Sudden shivers ran through their bodies.

One thing was certain.

The human, already incredibly powerful, was about to gain something monstrous.