Supreme Zombie Across Worlds

The Necromancer

As Yoshua drew closer, the deathly aura grew thicker, and the soul waves intensified. However, no matter how he sensed it, the souls seemed deeply unwilling to be controlled. However, a strange contract bound them, forcing them to obey. Despite their unwillingness, they had no choice; resistance would result in the annihilation of their souls.

A village appeared before him, but what shocked him was the skeletons scattered across the ground—pale bones. Some wore worn leather or iron armor, others wielded rusty swords, their eyes flickering with two faint green flames. The soul waves Yoshua sensed were emanating from these two flames. These skeletons were now attacking the village. Although the village's young and strong men resisted, the skeletons were too numerous. When they grew tired and lost their balance, they were struck by the skeletons, suffering minor injuries or even death.

After all, they were just ordinary villagers. While they possessed considerable strength, they lacked special training and were no match for ordinary soldiers, merely wielding their sticks or farm tools. Yoshua was no stranger to coldness, so he hopped down from Big Head and declared, "Big Head, go help those villagers hold out. I'll go find the Necromancer!" After reading so many novels, if he still didn't know about the Necromancer, he'd be an i***t.

Big Head roared and lunged forward. The might of his ninth-level demonic power was unparalleled. A single burst of black flame consumed a whole skeleton. The souls within the skeletons were merely remnants of consciousness, devoid of true thought. Under the Necromancer's control, they wouldn't dodge, only attack. Big Head blocked a villager's body before a rusty sword could strike. Even a steel sword couldn't scratch his skin; the rusty sword's impact felt like a scratch.

It spewed forth vast gulps of black flame, burning skeletons to ash one by one. These skeletons were the necromancer's painstaking collection, and though their number was vast, it was ultimately finite. With the burning of the large head, their numbers began to plummet.

Rakit's heart sank as he watched the demonic flame flying tiger suddenly appear. Of course, a high-ranking ninth-level demon wouldn't come out to protect humanity on its own accord. The only explanation was that it was being ordered to do so by its master. To be the master of a ninth-level demon, its power must be immense. So, he decided to leave immediately, issuing one final command to the skeletons: attack frantically! Then he took off running.

Yoshua saw through the necromancer's intentions, sneered, and extended his demonic consciousness. Divine power—to cultivators, it's called divine thoughts, to Buddhists, spiritual consciousness, and to demonic cultivators, demonic consciousness. Zombies belong to the demonic class, so they're called demonic consciousness. While they are all divine powers, their effects differ due to their different cultivation paths, so I won't delve into this here.

He found the fleeing necromancer, a withered old man scrambling madly on the back of a skeletal frostblade leopard. Yoshua raced after him. Zombies were a miracle of nature, unrivaled in the Three Realms and Six Paths. Their strength and speed were unparalleled, and they even left a trail of afterimages, looking even more terrifying than the necromancer.

He dodged in front of the skeletal frostblade leopard, waved his hand to dispel the necromancer's magic, and kicked the skeletal frostblade leopard's head, shattering the hard skull and completely dissipating the soul fire within. The necromancer fell to the ground in disarray. Mages were not good at close combat, but necromancers were skilled in offensive magic. Their strength lay in summoning large numbers of undead minions.

Ratched regretted it deeply. If he had summoned a few Death Knights or Bone Dragons, he would have had time to escape. Fleeing from such a powerful being was not shameful. But it was too late to regret now. Those lowly skeletons might kill civilians, but killing a powerful being with a ninth-tier familiar would only serve to buy time.

Furthermore, if he had reached the level of a Grand Necromancer, his soul would remain immortal, allowing him to be reborn. But if he died now, he would be dead. There would be no chance of rebirth. He awaited judgment.

Yoshua stared at the skinny Necromancer, his deep-set eyes filled with fear. Yoshua coldly demanded, "Tell me, why did you attack defenseless civilians? What was your motive? Let me tell you, I'll give you a quick death. If you're wrong, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'm following orders from above to collect as many souls as possible. As for why, I honestly don't know."

"If you need more souls, then why did you send out those skeletons and lose so many souls?"

Rachit looked at him like an i***t. After receiving a sharp glare from him, he said, "Those skeletons don't have souls. They simply have a soul imprint, an obsession that absorbs death energy. Our necromancers' summoning spells are actually contract spells. While summoning them, we can also force them to command. Otherwise, under the influence of their obsession, they could harm innocent people." Yoshua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy was still trying to justify his actions, but he was also embarrassed. He had thought they were souls, but it turned out to be an obsession.

"Who's your superior? How did you get in touch? Oh no! You're courting death!" He suddenly noticed Rachit gathering his magic, dark elements and death energy frantically gravitating towards the necromancer. It turned out this guy had summoned so many things in a plot to kill Yoshua. A powerful being from this world might have perished at the hands of a high-level necromancer, but Yoshua wasn't from this world, and his strength was even slightly greater.

At a critical moment, Yoshua suddenly unleashed his temporal domain, instantly slowing the flow of time. He quickly ran a great distance before disarming it and simultaneously erecting a large shield to protect himself. The massive explosion struck him, and he remembered that Rachit's death was truly unjust. He hadn't imagined Yoshua could control time, nor that he was such a powerful rogue.

After several seconds of the shield being released, Yoshua quickly steadied himself. It was indeed the power of a high-level necromancer, the shockwave so powerful that he nearly collapsed. It seems we must fight swiftly and decisively from now on, not giving the enemy a chance to recover, lest they exploit this opportunity to harm us.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Yoshua took a look and was instantly shocked. A massive crater, five meters in diameter and six or seven meters deep, had been created by the explosion. He circled the crater twice before heading back to the village. Suddenly, he noticed a space ring embedded in a nearby tree. Apparently, the necromancer had just flown in from behind. What a windfall!

Yoshua gleefully examined the contents, but his face suddenly fell and he spitted out a sharp "Poor bastard!" Inside was nothing but a book, a hundred or so gold coins, a small black figure, and a pile of purple crystals that weren't magic crystals—no one knew what they were. So poor! Back in the village, Big Head was burning the last batch of over fifty skulls. Seeing Yoshua, he happily pounced upon him, rubbing his large head against his.

The skeletons crumbled to ash, and the villagers cheered. Led by an old man, over a hundred of them knelt before Yoshua. The old man declared, "On behalf of the one hundred and forty villagers, I kowtow to you in gratitude for saving my life." He kowtowed with a clamor, and was about to kowtow.

Yoshua finally realized what was happening. He couldn't accept it. Making an old man kneel down would shorten his lifespan! He hurried over to help the old man up, shouting, "Don't be polite, folks. I was just passing by and saved you. Such an evil necromancer is unacceptable. Everyone should quickly bury the dead and resume production." Following the old man's advice, everyone dispersed.

He asked the old man, "Excuse me, how do I get to the big city?"

The old man pointed to the path in front of the village and said, "Go down that path for about ten miles, and you'll reach the main road. Then, heading east, you'll reach the city of Herod."

"Thank you, old man. I'm leaving now. Take care." With that, he mounted his horse and trotted off down the path.