Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

The Desert Realm began to fracture, with cracks appearing all around. The descent of the angels made the King even more serious.

Instead of snatching the Prince from Karyk\'s hand, the King flew to intercept the angels\' descent. He told Karyk to kill the Prince before leaving.

Karyk had many questions racing through his mind, especially about the King\'s words. Not only the King, but also the Angel at the Banquet had looked at him similarly after some realization.

Were they really reacting to the thief in this memory? For some reason, it felt like they were reacting less to the thief and more to him, darkening his expression.

He had an unsettling feeling that they could see the real him. Was this truly a memory? Or was the book a gateway to the past through possession?

The biggest question in his mind was if he could actually change the past. If this was indeed the past where he had possessed someone, then it was highly likely he could alter a few things. But how?

Who should he listen to? Should he kill the Prince as the King asked? Or should he help the Angels? No, the Angels were out of the question. But he also didn\'t prefer the King.

"What a mess they have created," he muttered.

He looked at the Prince in his arms. The Prince was still bleeding and unconscious. Even with his abilities restricted, Karyk could easily kill him.

"I know I might regret what I\'m about to do, but..."

He looked up at the sky, which had turned red. Red droplets, akin to blood, started falling like rain.

"You can\'t stop me from taking the Divine Will!" The King stood in front of the angels. Unfortunately, the number of angels only kept increasing as more descended from the crack in the sun.

The last angel to step out was the same one who had attended the birthday banquet. The other Angels moved aside for that Angel as if he were their leader.

"You really ignored my warning," the Angel sighed, glancing subtly at the Prince. "The one who doesn\'t belong here..." His gaze focused on Karyk. "Protect the Prince. If something happens to him, you will regret it the most."

At this point, both sides had threatened him, wanting entirely different things. One wanted him to protect the Prince, while the other wanted him to kill the Prince.

"These two really think I am their servant," Karyk commented, frustrated that he was being looked down on.

The people who wanted him dead in the future thought he would listen to them?

Meanwhile, the person who wanted to kill his own son also thought the same. Unfortunately, no matter what he did, it would align with the desires of one of these two. He couldn\'t kill the Prince while also letting him live.

The Angels and King were on the threshold of battle, but neither side had started. Both were waiting for Karyk\'s decision. Only then could the battle begin.

If Karyk tried to protect the Prince, the King might try to kill him instead of stopping the Angels. If he tried to kill the Prince, the Angels might try to stop him, thus starting a battle.

It felt like silence before the storm.

Karyk was conflicted. The future he saw was where the King and the entire civilization had disappeared. Meanwhile, the Archangels started looking for the Prince.

That only meant that the Prince had survived.

The future he dreaded was where the Prince had survived. It was also the future where his entire family was put in harm\'s way. If this was truly the past, could he change it by killing the Prince?

If the Angels hadn\'t descended, he might not have considered it. But with the Angels here, the entire picture became clearer.

Since he had confirmed that the Prince and he were entirely different beings with just the same name, it didn\'t matter if the Prince died.

While Karyk was lost in thought, he heard the Prince\'s weak voice.

"Kill me..."

The Prince opened his lips, coming out of unconsciousness. Although his vision was weak, he could still see his father stopping the Angels.

"Do you even know what you are talking about?" Karyk asked the Prince. "Are you not scared of death?!"

Just a few moments ago, he was looking with pleading eyes to be freed. And now, he was asking for death.

The Prince weakly looked at his father.

"I was and I am scared of death. I want to leave the Palace again. I want to taste the delicacies on the streets. I want to explore the world. I want to do so many things." The Prince smiled, hiding the pain he felt throughout his entire body.

"But if that causes my people to be hurt, then is it really the right decision?"

At first, he was scared. He couldn\'t believe why his father wanted to kill him. Which father could kill their son with such ease? But when his consciousness started fading away, he remembered his father\'s words on the way.

Why was his father talking about responsibility and protecting his people right before they came here? Although he was only a ten year old child, he wasn\'t a fool.

If his father wanted him dead, and outsiders wanted him alive, then who was right? Personally, he wanted to live. But not at the cost of his father and mother\'s life.

If he lived and there was truly a calamity, could he ever forgive himself? Could he become the threat to his own family? Wasn\'t death better than that? Even though death was scary, it was not as scary as the fear of hurting his family. "Kill me... I will listen to my father."

The Prince weakly pushed Karyk away while landing on his feet. But his body was so weak that he immediately fell on the ground.

He couldn\'t even walk up to the Altar. Still, he tried to move to the altar, leaving behind a trail of red in the red sun.

Karyk watched the Prince crawling towards the Altar. His expressions were impossible to comprehend while he looked above at the sky.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

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