My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 152: Necromancy vs Conjuring

As the battle raged on, Leon, Roselia, Millim, Roman, Naval, and Lilian sat on a large, broken stone near the entrance of the ruined monastery, watching their summoned champions tear through the undead army like a storm.

The battlefield was a chaotic masterpiece—flashes of golden light clashed with the dark energy of the undead, while spells of destruction and blood magic rained down like a divine punishment.

At the far end of the monastery, atop a throne made of bones and cursed obsidian, the Arch Lich sat in eerie stillness.

His skeletal fingers tapped against the armrest, his empty eye sockets glowing with malevolent green fire as he continued to conjure an endless horde of undead.

Yet, even as thousands of skeletal warriors, ghouls, and wraiths emerged, they were nothing more than fodder to the elite summons Leon and Millim had unleashed.

Leon leaned back, stretching his arms. "So, what do you guys think? How long will this guy keep summoning?"

Roselia smirked, watching the fight. "He’s stubborn, I’ll give him that. Most dungeon bosses would’ve switched tactics by now."

Millim scoffed, crossing her legs. "More like he’s just too stupid to realize he’s already lost." She glanced at Naval and Lilian. "What do you two think?"

Naval, who was sharpening her daggers absentmindedly, shrugged. "If this was a real battlefield, I’d say he’s using us to measure our limits. But since he’s just an imprisoned dungeon boss, he’s probably just programmed to keep summoning until we kill him." Stay connected through novelbuddy

Lilian, who was brewing tea—yes, tea, in the middle of this undead slaughter—smiled gently. "Maybe he enjoys watching us struggle? Not that we’re struggling, of course."

Roman laughed, taking a sip of the tea Lilian handed him. "At this rate, he’s the one struggling. He just doesn’t know it yet."

Leon chuckled. "True. I’d say he’s filling the battlefield with corpses, but since Milim’s Blood Grand Knight keeps absorbing the fallen bodies, he’s basically working against himself."

Millim smirked, watching her Dark Grand Knight impale a high-tier undead general with ease. "That’s why I love this ability. Endless enemies just mean endless resources."

Meanwhile, On the Battlefield...Leon’s Golden Knight carved through the undead like a divine warrior, each swing of his sword releasing holy energy that disintegrated anything dark.

The Blood Mage manipulated the battlefield, using the blood of fallen enemies to create spiked spears and explosive bursts that turned entire groups into mist.

The Mage of Ruin cast a wide-range destruction spell, annihilating hundreds in a single blast.

On Millim’s side:

The Blood Grand Knight grew stronger with each kill, his crimson aura intensifying as he absorbed more blood and flesh.

The Dark Grand Knight danced through the battlefield like a shadowy executioner, his greatsword shattering undead bones with every swing.

After what felt like an hour of nonstop fighting, the Arch Lich finally moved.

His bony hand gripped the air, and with a sinister voice that echoed through the monastery, he muttered:

"Enough."

A wave of death magic spread across the battlefield, and the surviving undead froze in place, awaiting their master’s next command.

Leon smirked, leaning forward slightly. "Finally. I was starting to think he’d just let us farm him forever."

Millim grinned. "So, what’s the plan? Do we let our summons finish him, or do we have some fun ourselves?"

Roselia stretched. "I’m fine either way, but watching you two fight might be interesting."

Roman nodded. "Yeah, we should at least test how strong he actually is before we crush him."

Leon chuckled, standing up. "Alright then. Let’s see what this Arch Lich is really made of."

The Arch Lich slowly rose from his throne, his tattered black robes flowing as waves of dark energy pulsed from his skeletal form.

His ancient, hollow voice echoed through the ruins.

"You mortals dare to mock me? You treat my domain as a playground? Then let me show you despair."

The ground beneath him cracked as massive skeletal arms emerged, gripping the edges of the monastery. A colossal undead knight, its armor blackened with centuries of decay, rose behind the Arch Lich—a Death Guardian, a legendary undead enforcer.

Leon cracked his knuckles, glancing at Millim. "You take the Guardian, I’ll handle the old bag of bones."

Millim smirked, blood magic swirling around her hands. "Fine, but if I finish my fight first, I’m jumping in on yours."

Leon smirked. "Fair enough."

Roselia, Roman, Naval, and Lilian remained seated, watching with amusement.

Naval twirled her rapier lazily. "Should we even step in?"

Lilian, flames of dark energy flickering from her gauntlet-covered fists, grinned. "Nah. If they struggle, maybe I’ll throw a punch or two."

Roselia chuckled, her golden-dark mana flickering around her fingertips. "Let’s just enjoy the show."

Roman leaned on his massive dark greatsword, his blood-red eyes gleaming. "If they lose, I’ll mock them for a week."

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As Leon took a step forward, his Origin Conjurer energy surged.

His three summoned warriors—Golden Knight, Blood Mage, and Mage of Ruin—bowed and vanished, their energy returning to him.

Leon raised a hand, and three new beings emerged from his shadow.

Infernal Warlock – A mage clad in burning black-red robes, wielding fire magic that devours souls instead of flesh.

Vampire Warlord – A crimson-cloaked warrior, wielding blood-forged twin sabers that absorb enemy vitality.

Titan Slayer – A towering knight, golden armor gleaming, wielding a greatsword that can shatter mountains.

The Arch Lich snarled, raising his bony staff as green-black flames erupted around him.

"Then let us see if your power is worthy!"

With a single wave of his staff, chains of cursed energy shot toward Leon, attempting to bind his movements.

But Leon simply snapped his fingers.

The Infernal Warlock unleashed a pillar of hellfire, burning the chains before they could touch him.

The Vampire Warlord blurred forward, slashing at the Arch Lich, forcing him to retreat.

The Titan Slayer swung its massive sword, creating a shockwave that tore through undead remnants.

Leon strolled forward, hands in his pockets.

"You talk too much."

With a flick of his wrist, his conjured warriors rushed the Arch Lich in unison.

Millim cracked her neck, stretching her arms. "Big guy, huh?"

The Death Guardian, standing nearly twenty feet tall, swung a gigantic rusted greatsword at her.

BOOM! The ground shattered from the sheer force.

Millim grinned, dodging effortlessly, her scarlet eyes glowing.

"You’re big, but I can rebuild you stronger."

She raised her hand, and two of her greatest creations stepped forward.

Blood Grand Knight – Now enhanced with greater regeneration, his armor pulsed with power, his blood-red greatsword vibrating with destructive energy.

Dark Grand Knight – A shadowy executioner, his ebony armor absorbing the light, wielding a dual-edged void blade capable of cutting through souls.

Naval and Lilian watched closely.

Naval smirked. "Her knights are getting stronger."

Lilian nodded, dark flames flickering around her hands. "She’s refining them in real-time."

Millim pointed forward, and her knights lunged at the Death Guardian.

The Blood Grand Knight clashed swords with the giant, absorbing the impact of the guardian’s massive blade without faltering.

The Dark Grand Knight teleported behind, slashing through the guardian’s shadow, severing its ability to regenerate.

Millim dashed forward, her blood magic forming crimson chains that wrapped around the Death Guardian’s arms, restricting its movements.

She grinned. "Let’s see what happens when I drain an undead."

With a snap of her fingers, the chains tightened, and the Death Guardian’s body began to collapse, its own cursed energy being drained and reforged into something else.

Leon’s Vampire Warlord battled the Arch Lich up close, their blades clashing in a blur of red and green flashes.

The Infernal Warlock unleashed hellfire explosions, disrupting the Lich’s casting.

The Titan Slayer shattered the Arch Lich’s throne, cutting off its source of extra mana.

The Arch Lich screeched. "NO! THIS CANNOT BE!"

Leon raised his hand, a dark sphere forming. "This was fun, but I’m getting bored."

He threw the sphere, and the moment it touched the Arch Lich—

💥 BOOOOOM!!!

A silent explosion erupted, and the Arch Lich was erased from existence.

Millim stood over the remains of the Death Guardian, now reforged into her newest creation:

Blood Reaper Knight – A fusion of the Death Guardian and her Blood Grand Knight, now possessing immense power and regeneration.

Millim sighed, dusting off her hands. "That was easier than I expected."

Leon shrugged, walking back toward the group. "It’s not our fault we’re overpowered."

Roselia smirked. "Took you long enough."

Roman chuckled. "Well, now that the dungeon boss is gone, we might as well loot the place."

Naval stretched. "Fine by me."

Lilian grinned. "Let’s see if this place had anything worthwhile before we move to the next dungeon."

The dungeon trembled as the Arch Lich’s destruction sent shockwaves through the Monastery. The once-dormant ruins now pulsed with an ominous energy, as if something far worse had just awakened.

Naval, gripping her rapier, glanced around. "Tell me I’m not the only one who felt that."

Lilian, her dark flames flickering in reaction to the disturbance, narrowed her eyes. "No. Something else is here."

Leon sighed. "Great. The Lich wasn’t the final challenge, was it?"

Roselia, her golden-dark mana swirling, placed a hand on the cold stone walls. "No. In fact, I think… it was just a gatekeeper."