Chapter 152 Trash Alive

One might imagine that a battle between figures akin to gods in the eyes of ordinary humans would be a long and devastating clash.

Devastating? Yes.

Long?

Only if both sides were evenly matched.

In a fight where power was unequal from the very start, even a god could fall in an instant.

Of course, the force capable of erasing such a being in the blink of an eye had to be just as terrifying.

Had the battle between the mage and Michael been a one-on-one duel, Michael would have lost easily.

Battle experience. A vast arsenal of spells.

Michael had none of these—at least, not compared to that mage.

However, a one-on-one fight was never an option for Michael.

He was a Necromancer.

"I think this is far enough," Michael muttered, scanning his surroundings.

It was another ruined community, much like the rest of the city. 

Through his senses, he picked up faint signs of life around.