Modern World Warlock-Chapter 369: Two Souls, One Body

After Dante attacked Netherius at point-blank range with a luminous spell, the potent flash of light that it produced blinded the others for a second.

In the blink of an eye, the light particles made the shape of a giant sword that stabbed the massive skeleton monster behind Netherius, and the necromancer himself was struck by a smaller light blade.

Netherius slightly moved to the side and avoided getting his heart impaled, but the attack still managed to stab his shoulder, breaking through the crumbling bone armor and leaving a singing burn wound that prompted him to back away.

As the ghostly figure of Beatrice slowly returned to her spot behind Dante's shoulders, Netherius glanced at him with his eyes showing a hint of worry. freewēbnoveℓ.com

The wound on his shoulder wasn't healing with his magic, and it kept producing a faint trail of steam each time he tried to cure it.

Netherius was aware that magic using 'ether' could hinder his own spells as it was his biggest counter. Still, he didn't expect he would be unable to heal the wounds caused by it, making him grit his teeth in both pain and frustration.

Dante waited for a few more seconds before moving on with the battle. His plan was to make Netherius absorb more of the necropolis' energy by making him spend his magic, so taking a few more seconds in between his attacks was advantageous to him.

After Netherius was forced to absorb more energy to heal the wound on his shoulder, he took another glance at Dante and fixed his gaze on Beatrice's spirit, clinging to the warlock.

"Hah… Ahahah… AHAHAHA!" Netherius laughed maniacally as if he had figured something out.

Taking off his crown bone mask with one hand, Netherius revealed his chuckling face to his opponent. "I get it now!" he shouted.

"Dante, I knew that we were alike!" Netherius continued, and his words sounded so sincere that the warlock was slightly caught by surprise.

Seeing his opponent's confused expression, Netherius explained his point of view.

"You conjured the presence of your lover, didn't you!?" The necromancer asked while still chuckling.

"How despicable. To have two souls residing in one body!" he sarcastically said, smiling from ear to ear.

Even though Dante barely took any comment or insult to heart, as he was used to the harsh treatment warlocks received in his previous world, Netherius' words seem to offend him.

"You are using the power of the dead. How does that make you any different from me!?" The necromancer loudly asked.

Dante didn't use words to reply. Instead, he glared at Netherius with killing intent, and even the ghostly figure of Beatrice had an utterly serious expression.

"If you join me, there's no way the others could-" the necromancer tried to speak, only to get cut off by a heavy punch to the gut that sent him flying dozens of meters back.

Dante's fist was coated with an orb of light that greatly increased the potency of his attacks.

He remembered that Beatrice was a "combat priestess" who used her fists as her preferred weapon, and now that he had been learning more melee combat techniques from Megan, he decided to mix the two fighting styles.

After Netherius rolled on the ground and quickly stood up, he began to gather energy to heal his wounds, gritting his teeth with anger, knowing that he would have to absorb even more energy from the necropolis.

Even if the necromancer managed to defeat all of his opponents, he couldn't stop the setback of his plans, which only made his anger rise.

Clapping his hands together with a loud 'bang,' the earth around Netherius shook and shattered as numerous structures made of bone began to materialize around him.

Giant skeletal hands and walls seemingly made of shadows enveloped the necromancer for protection, preventing the two opponents from seeing each other.

When Netherius tried to use his teleportation spell that could take him to any corrupted area, the walls of shadow and bones protecting him shattered with a blast.

With no time to react, the necromancer received a set of over fifteen punches to his body, which were so quick that Dante's arms didn't even seem to move.

Finishing his combo with a powerful punch to the face, Netherius was flung across a building like a ragdoll, and before he could land on the ground, the ghostly figure of Beatrice gave him another strike in mid-air, forcing him to crash down.

The force of his landing created a small crater on the street, though the rest of the district was in utter shambles.

Dante felt a slight surge of pain after using so much 'ether.' Even if his body was being shared by a soul who was compatible with it, there were still small side effects from using too much power.

Still, he could sense how the necropolis' territory had decreased by 70%, so it was only a matter of time until Netherius died. All he had to do was endure and keep attacking him.

As Netherius gathered more energy and slowly healed his injuries, he slowly stood up and considered retreating.

It would take him days to return the necropolis to how it was at first, but if he managed to escape, he could potentially reduce the time he needed.

Nevertheless, before he had time to cast his teleportation spell, Asphodel caught up with him and unleashed a barrage of attacks with her relic that prompted the necromancer to defend himself with the bone armor that was stuck to his arms.

"Hey, hey. Were you just thinking about running away?" Asphodel asked with an eerie smile.

Netherius didn't reply, though he didn't have the chance to speak up either as the relentless barrage of attacks kept pursuing him.

"And here I thought necromancers weren't afraid of death!" The vampire mother continued her taunting.

While the necromancer was wholly focused on thinking of a way to retreat, the only thing in Asphodel's mind was to keep attacking without rest.