Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

His voice was so loud that it echoed through the entire world. 

Even the two gods who were hiding in a distant corner like cowards felt chill running down their spines. 

They really regretted what they had done in the past. If possible, they would\'ve gone back in time to slap themselves hard, so that they never made this mistake! Either that, or they would\'ve killed Ezekiel instead of leaving him alive!

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets. They could only pray that they were going to survive this. 

"It\'s all your fault! If you hadn\'t given me that idea, I would\'ve directly killed him!"

"Stop blaming me! If you hadn\'t messed with a monster like that, would we be in this situation?"

The two gods argue amongst themselves, covered in sweat. Their hearts were trembling, worried that they were going to be discovered and brutally killed. 

"Even if I have to search every single world myself, and destroy it, I will! But the gods shall not live! Even in hell, they won\'t find a place to hide!" Ezekiel exclaimed. 

His figure rose in the air, before disappearing. 

In the next moment he appeared right before the Goddess of Reincarnation, who had been standing and watching. 

She didn\'t interfere in the battle so far. Her expressions were uncertain, but something appeared different about her. 

It was as if her strength had increased by a lot. 

"Oh? You used them to make yourself stronger? What more could I expect from you?" Ezekiel\'s sarcastic voice fell. 

He understood everything. The Goddess of Reincarnation had used her own divinity to reincarnate the gods. And now that they were dead, all her Divinity returned to her, along with the strength of all the gods that were killed. 

She absorbed all that strength greedily. It was clear why she didn\'t interfere, and why she brought Ezekiel here. 

She used the reborn gods like pawns, sending them to their death and for a reason. 

"To stop you, even if I have to become a demon, forever hated by all in existence, I\'m willing." The Goddess of Reincarnation looked at her hand. Even though her hands were fair and clean, she knew that now they were covered in the hands of the innocent. 

She herself felt tormented over what she did, but she knew she had no other choice. Her strength was nowhere close to the strength that Ezekiel revealed. 

"You used them, manipulated their lives, and sacrificed their existence for your own gain," Ezekiel laughed, mockingly. 

He didn\'t feel bad for them. If anything, he felt that this was poetic justice. They always treated the mortals as pawns. And in the end, they themselves became someone\'s pawn, who used them for their goals. I think you should take a look at

The Goddess of Reincarnation met his gaze, her expression a mask of conflicting emotions. 

Regret, guilt, and an unyielding resolve flickered across her face. 

"I did what was necessary," she replied, her voice tinged with sorrow. "To save my people, I\'m willing to do it a thousand more times! I will protect my home, till my last breath! I will protect it until he returns!"

With a surge of power, Ezekiel launched himself at the Goddess of Reincarnation, his attacks fueled by the Abyssal darkness. 

Each strike resonated with the anguish he had endured, the anger of countless innocents who had suffered at the hands of the gods. Their clash shook the very fabric of the world, the remnants of their godlike power colliding with catastrophic force.

The Goddess fought back with all the strength she had absorbed from the fallen gods, but to her surprise, even that paled in comparison to Ezekiel\'s strength. 

Blow after blow, he pushed her to the brink, his determination burning brighter than any divinity she possessed.

The Goddess of Reincarnation even burned her own blood, but she still failed to catch up. It was as if Ezekiel was using strength that he hadn\'t used yet. 

It was as if even all this time, he hadn\'t used all his strength. His eyes were of the demon who wanted to give them a glimmer of hope that they could survive and win, only to take it all away in the end. 

Amidst the chaos of their battle, memories flashed before Ezekiel\'s eyes. The faces of his loved ones, the pain they had endured, and the promise he had made to avenge them. With each strike, he channeled his all. 

The Goddess, battered and wounded, finally realized how futile her efforts were. 

With each strike, she felt herself getting poisoned by the Abyssal Energy, even though she protected herself to the best of her abilities. 

Everyone had thought that only when Ezekiel\'s strike left a wound were they affected by the poison of the abyss. However, there was more. 

A dark mist had spread everywhere in the world, merging with the world. It was as if this world itself had become an abyss, where even breathing was poisonous for her.

The malevolent aura was even denser near Ezekiel. Even after she went against her morals, she still failed. 

As Ezekiel\'s final strike connected, the Goddess of Reincarnation crumpled to the ground, her power dissipating. 

The poison had already weakened her. Her nerves were pitch black. At the same time, she was also hurt because of the physical attacks. 

In the battle, half the world was destroyed, but Ezekiel remained unharmed, like he was an invincible god.

The world fell into an eerie stillness, the echoes of their battle fading away. Ezekiel stood over the fallen goddess.

Ezekiel reached out his hand, grabbing the Goddess by her throat. The Abyssal energy came out of his hands, invading the body of the Goddess of Reincarnation, slowly spreading all over her body while her breathing weakened. 

"Death is a mercy to you people, but that is the mercy I\'m willing to grant!" Ezekiel\'s cold voice fell in her ears.