Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate

Chapter 1039 Time To End This Farce [Part 2]

Lux didn't even look in the Dwarf's direction and continued to drink his tea.

Despite the fact that Harrus had thrown caution in the air and used his strongest attack, the Half-Elf remained indifferent. 

"Die!" Harrus roared as he threw the punch containing all of his strength.

Just before his attack reached his target, a giant shield smashed against the side of his body, sending him smashing towards the wall of the cavern.

Lux's Corpse God had materialized to defend his Master from harm, using its shield to bash Harrus away.

The current Lux didn't really need to lift a finger to deal with the Brawler because his subordinates were already enough to deal with him.

He simply wanted to make the High-Ranker think that he had a chance of winning against him, so he acted the way he did—allowing Harrus to get near him.

Lowering his teacup to the small table beside him, Lux raised his hand and Calypso transformed into the Spear of Longinus.

The Half-Elf stood up and pulled back his arm while aiming the tip of the Spear at the Dwarf, who had propped himself up from the ground while looking at him in disbelief.

"Pierce through the void," Lux said with a sneer. 

"Spear of Longinus!"

The Divine Weapon blazed in golden flames as it flew towards its target with the force of a rail gun.

Harrus roared as he punched forward, using all the strength that remained in his body. 

He knew that if he didn't do this, he would definitely die from the might of the attack that was headed in his direction.

A powerful explosion shook the underground base as Harrus' fist clashed against the tip of the Spear of Longinus.

But a second later, the Spear pierced through the Brawler's fist, completely disintegrating Harrus' right arm in the blink of an eye.

His pained cry spread into the surroundings, bringing despair to his allies, who were hoping that one of their Elders would be able to turn the tide of battle in their favor.

Unfortunately for them, Lux had been toying with them from the very start.

Seeing Harrus' pitiful state, Lux stopped playing. With a snap of his finger, an Earth Spike pierced through the Brawler's chest.

The blow was an inch away from his heart, but it wouldn't change the fact that it was still a fatal blow that would make the Dwarf bleed to death.

"I don't really need any A-Rankers right now, but I will make an exception just for you," Lux said with a smile. "Rejoice, Harrus. You will now become a subordinate of the very person you wished to kill."

Harrus wanted to tell the Half-Elf that he would never get his way. But instead of words, only blood came out of his mouth.

A moment later, a Black Coffin appeared in front of Harrus', which made the Brawler's body uncontrollably shudder.

His instincts were screaming at him that he mustn't let himself be taken by the Black Coffin, whose lid had already slid open.

Unfortunately, Harrus didn't have any strength in his body to resist the shadowy hands that grabbed hold of him.

He could only watch in horror when he saw countless faces within the darkness of the Black Coffin, all laughing and looking at him with anticipation.

They were the people and Monsters that Blackfire had devoured after it became a Divine Artifact, and they were very happy to see that another comrade would be joining them in their eternal suffering.

A soundless scream filled with horror escaped Harrus' lips as his entire body was devoured by Blackfire.

Similar to Lux, the Black Coffin now had higher standards and preferred to capture Saints, Supremes, Calamity, and Demigods.

However, it didn't mind taking Harrus as one of its Master's slaves.

After all, tormenting those who wished for its Master's demise was Blackfire's favorite pastime.

It had given the Oracle of Light plenty of attention after it had devoured her.

Not only did Maeve's body and soul suffer under Lux's hands, but Blackfire also didn't hold back in torturing her inside its personal domain.

The Black Coffin thoroughly enjoyed converting the Oracle to become its Master's most loyal slave, using Abyssal Flames to torture her soul and break the last vestiges of her resistance.

The current Maeve would now live and die for the sake of her new Master. 

Even if Lux ordered her to parade herself naked through the Kingdoms that were once allied with the Divine Army, the Oracle would happily do it without a second thought.

For Maeve, Lux giving her orders was the greatest form of happiness that she could achieve in her new life.

As long as she was useful to her Master, she would be willing to do anything.

Even if the latter were to use her as a chair or a bed warmer, Maeve would do her best to fulfill her role without fail.

If the Founder and the Sovereign of the Divine Army could see her now, they would only shake their heads bitterly due to what she had become.

The once proud lady, who thought that everything under the Heavens was in the palm of her hands, was now reduced to being a tool by the very person whom she wanted to kill with every fiber of her being.

The Half-Elf glanced at the remaining members of Twilight Rain, who were still visibly shaken by what happened to one of their strongest Elders.

'Lazarus and Draven have finished looting the treasury of Twilight Rain,' Lux mused after hearing the report of his two subordinates. 'Time to finally end this battle.'

The Half-Elf raised his hand and smirked.

"Arise!"

Nevreal, who was forced to retreat after two High-Rankers had teamed up against him, suddenly felt several powerful presences appear where Lux was currently at.

"You don't feel like playing anymore?" Avernus asked in a teasing tone.

The Dracolich was currently in his Demi-Dragon Form, releasing a pressure that made the faces of the members of Twilight Rain turn as pale as a candle. 

"Yes," Lux replied. "Time to end this farce."

"Fine." The Dracolich smirked as he walked towards the pitiful Rankers of Twilight Rain, who found themselves looking at an existence that they never expected would make an appearance in their battle against the forces of the Kingdom of Gweliven.

Avernus, the Black Ogre, and the Golden-Eyed Naga all sneered at the lowly creatures who were about to meet their doom.

Soon, the sounds of dying screams reverberated within the underground base.

Nevreal and the Dwarf Army looked at the three Calamity-Ranked Monsters in horror as they began their one-sided massacre.

The middle-aged Dwarf then looked at the Half-Elf, who had his arms crossed over his chest.

As if sensing his gaze, Lux glanced in Nevreal's direction and winked at the Dwarf, making the latter's body shudder uncontrollably.

Truth be told, Nevreal was planning to demand that Lux return his ten million gold coins, which the Half-Elf had swindled from him.

The middle-aged Dwarf then forced an awkward smile to appear on his face before winking back at the Half-Elf.

This, in turn, made Lux's body uncontrollably shudder.

The impact of the wink that came from a middle-aged Dwarf, who had an awkward smile on his face, made the Half-Elf feel as if his chastity was in danger.

Fortunately, he had already given his chastity to his fiance, Iris, and no longer had to worry about Nevreal's attempt to flirt with him.

If the Dwarf only knew what Lux was thinking, he might have gone batshit crazy out of anger and thrown caution into the wind.

It was a good thing that neither of them knew what the other was thinking, so the two of them only chuckled as if coming to an understanding.

While this was happening, Cai, Cethus, Keane, Gerhart, Cleo, and Maeve had also finished cleaning up the forces of Twilight Rain on their side.

With the resistance of Twilight Rain steadily growing weaker, all of the forces made their way towards the Underground City, where the seven Saints were still duking it out with each other.