Necromancer Of The Shadows

Chapter 1136  Rank Three (Part 13)

The thousands-of-meters-tall phantom of Emperor Velgoth was pushed back by the beam of golden light, and his palm exploded into millions of light particles that rained down from the sky like shooting stars.

In mid-air, Evan's shadow clone looked at the falling light particles while holding the Halberd of Destruction with a serious look on his face.

Earlier, Emperor Velgoth hadn't used any skills to boost his power and had attacked casually with his palm, but even then, when he clashed with it using the Halberd of Destruction, he felt as if his entire body was about to shatter.

If it hadn't been for the destructive power of the Halberd, the clone would have been blown apart into a bloody mist.

'He is just a phantom, not even the real thing, yet his power is nearly comparable to a mid or Peak Rank Four Core Evolver...' Evan thought inwardly as he looked at the phantom, who had already stabilized himself and was staring at him—or rather, at the Halberd in his hands with narrowed eyes.

"Such a strong aura of destruction..." The phantom of Emperor Velgoth muttered in a low voice, a deep frown forming on his face as if he was lost in thought.  'Could it be...' A sudden thought flashed through his mind, and his eyes shrank.

Woosh!

Suddenly, the world essence of the Azragoth World surged toward the phantom, and his palm, which had been blown apart by the Halberd of Destruction began regenerating at an astonishing speed as though the world itself was helping him.

Evan's eyes narrowed when he saw this, and a flash of anxiety crossed his face.

'This bastard... Couldn't he have waited a few more minutes before showing up...' He cursed inwardly, and the Halberd in his hand began to glow madly as if it were ready to destroy everything.

"Where did you get that weapon?"

Surprisingly, Emperor Velgoth didn't attack after regenerating his palm but instead posed a question.

Evan raised an eyebrow at this unexpected pause, but he welcomed the delay.

He sighed in relief and replied in a calm voice.

"I received it as a reward after clearing a dungeon in my world."

"A reward for clearing a dungeon..." Emperor Velgoth's expression darkened and a murderous aura began to seep from his phantom.

"Do you take me for a fool?" He asked in a cold voice.

Evan's heart skipped a beat when he felt the intense murderous intent radiating from the Emperor. He needed to stall for time, and from Velgoth's expression, he knew that if his answer wasn't convincing, the Emperor would attack him immediately.

'Damn, I don't want to mention the Tomb of the Ancient... According to Azroth, the thing sealed there is the true source of Eldritch Energy, and I don't know if these Eldritch Creatures are aware of it...' He thought to himself and after a brief moment of consideration, he spoke in a low voice.

"I found this weapon in a secret realm."

A flicker of interest passed through Emperor Velgoth's eyes when he heard Evan's words, and he immediately asked, "What kind of secret realm was it?"

"It was just a normal secret realm where only those below Rank Three could enter," Evan replied, and before Emperor Velgoth could ask anything else, he quickly continued.

"Can I also ask you a question?"

Nythor, who was still trapped within the barrier felt his heart skip a beat when he heard Evan speak.

He wanted to warn Emperor Velgoth that it was a trap, but his voice could not pass through the barrier.

Emperor Velgoth didn't seem angry at Evan's question. Instead, he nodded calmly.

"What do you want to ask?"

'Got you...' A sly smile appeared on Evan's face and he asked in a serious voice, "Have you ever heard the name of the Legendary Azroth?"

Emperor Velgoth was curious about what Evan wanted to ask him, but when he heard Azroth's name, his eyes shrank to the size of needles and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"You... How can you speak that name?" He said in a voice tinged with fear, but then, he quickly shook his head. "It's over for you. You are just a clone. It's impossible for you to survive the backlash of speaking that forbidden name."

Evan froze when he heard Emperor Velgoth's words and he realized something.

'He knew about Azroth...' The thought hit him like a hammer, and he opened his mouth to ask more, but before he could—

"How are you still fine?" Velgoth asked in a voice filled with disbelief as though he'd just witnessed the impossible.

Evan's mouth twitched when he noticed the Emperor was staring at him as if he was some kind of ghost.

He swallowed the questions he wanted to ask, knowing full well he couldn't tell Velgoth that something within his Doom Bringer bloodline was shielding him from harm.

Velgoth's expression darkened when Evan remained silent, and for a moment, he seemed ready to strike—but then, his entire body stiffened as if he found something.

'A weapon surging with destructive energy, a demonic aura clinging to his very form, and those... those sharp ears...' Velgoth's thoughts raced, his face hardening as if he had recognized something terrible.

Evan noticed the change, the way Velgoth's gaze shifted from confusion to wariness as though he was afraid of him.

'What is going on?' Evan frowned when he saw the change in Velgoth's expressions and for some reason, felt very uneasy.

Suddenly, Emperor Velgoth's phantom lunged forward, but instead of attacking him, it turned toward the shimmering barrier trapping Nythor and Utharic.

The barrier was already very weak due to the low energy and with just a single strike, Emperor Velgoth shattered it effortlessly.

"Thank you, Your Ma—" Nythor and Utharic barely had time to express their gratitude before Velgoth's massive hand wrapped around them and picked them up.

After grabbing Utharic and Nythor, Emperor Velgoth looked at Evan for a moment and without saying anything, he flew away from there.

Evan was confused because of the sudden turn of events and watched as the figure of Emperor Velgoth vanished into the distance.

After a full minute of silence, he finally came back to his senses and only one thought came to his mind. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Just what the hell is going on?"