Bone Alchemist: Necromancer of The Aberrations-Chapter 62: Yvanna vs Malrik

It didn’t come from Jeremy, or any of his creations, but from the clash taking place above them.

Malrik vs Yvanna.

Their fight began like any other. Footwork, targeted strikes, dodges and the like.

Everything was normal. Except even their simplest attacks carried destructive power.

Each impact between the two made the air vibrate, generating shockwaves that shook the atmosphere itself. The clouds above had been swept away, leaving only an open sky, streaked with black lightning and dimensional cracks.

Despite the difference in Rank, Malrik’s power was remarkable.

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NAME: Malrik

RANK: S

LEVEL: 199

RACE: High Devil

CLASS: Ade’s Descendant

POTENTIAL: ASCENDANT

LAW: Hell

Main Skills:

[Soul Debt Bond], [Abyss Fault], [Offering of the Sinful Blood], [Eye of the Infernal Judge]

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[Soul Debt Bond]

You can form a contract with any living being. The bound creature cannot harm you, while you can do whatever you wish with them.

Whoever signs the contract gains part of your power, but in return, their soul will slowly be absorbed by you over time.

The stronger the soul, the more power you gain—and the more power you gain, the stronger your bound subject becomes.

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[Abyss Fault]

Slash the ground or air, opening a fissure that leads directly to Hell. From it emerge shadow claws, tongues of black fire, or blazing chains that attack enemies or drag their souls inside.

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[Offering of the Sinful Blood]

Every drop of your blood is limited and has an absolute effect.

You can use one drop of your blood to enhance any of your traits, including but not limited to attacks and regeneration.

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[Eye of the Infernal Judge]

An infernal eye opens on your forehead, allowing you to see the soul of anyone you gaze upon. Once visualized, every attack you land will strike the soul as well, damaging it. The more damaged the soul, the easier it becomes to bind.

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Ade was a legendary figure of Hell, the Infernal Judge.

Despite the name, devils didn’t live in Hell, but possessed a highly advanced and technological system with which they ruled sovereign across the galaxy.

They were a superior race compared to humans, but still belonged to this dimension.

Even so, the existence of Hell and its abominations, monsters, and everything within it was an undeniable fact.

Hell existed in another dimension—in a sense, it was like the monstrous dimension found inside the Gates.

Worlds populated only by limited-intelligence creatures—though not mindless—that could only be explored through Gates.

But only a few beings possessed knowledge of the infernal dimension.

Hell was mysterious and powerful beyond imagination.

Its information was kept secret.

Many scholars and cultists had lost their lives trying to obtain even a fragment of truth about Hell. The few who returned... were never the same again.

In short, Malrik was an existence of absurd power. The beings bound to him were countless, and his strength was off the charts.

He fought Yvanna without difficulty, despite her being two Ranks higher.

Of course, the Empress couldn’t unleash all her power—otherwise she’d destroy the planet—but that said a lot about the devil’s strength.

"Well then, we’ve played enough, don’t you think?" Malrik took a few steps back, ceasing his attacks.

A close-quarters fight without abilities would lead nowhere.

Rather, he could sense what was happening below.

His men were dying one after the other, slain by a terrifying force.

Yvanna too could clearly perceive what was happening, even better than Malrik.

She could see the young man named Jeremy summoning countless undead creatures and unleashing destruction on the battlefield.

But what truly stunned her was Jeremy himself.

She had no idea who he was.

An anomaly, she thought. As if he had appeared out of nowhere, with a power that belonged neither to any great house nor to the imperial school of Velrath.

And her surprise didn’t go unnoticed.

"That guy seems pretty strong. Do you know him?" Malrik’s expression was full of curiosity as he looked below.

As if all the deaths happening had nothing to do with him.

They were just numbers, pieces on a chessboard.

Yvanna didn’t respond immediately, lost in thought.

She didn’t know who that boy was, but one thing was certain. His strength was significant.

Letting out a sigh she hadn’t realized she was holding, the Empress addressed the devil.

"Enough with the chatter, I can feel it, you know? You’re just stalling. I don’t know why, but it seems like their deaths are making you stronger."

"True, but that’s not what I’m relying on. After all, I’m much more powerful than you—I don’t need the strength of those worthless fools."

Malrik’s gaze pierced into Yvanna.

Under that stare, she felt exposed, as if her belonging to two different realities couldn’t protect her.

A drop of cold sweat ran down her back. That devil wasn’t just strong—he was dangerous in ways that defied logic.

But the next moment, her eyes sharpened. She didn’t want to wait anymore. She wanted to fight.

After all, she was a warrior—had always been one. And her desire to fight and challenge herself had never been stronger than it was now.

A predatory smile slipped from her lips.

"Alright. Let’s begin."

And the moment she finished her sentence, without any hand gestures, a globe of energy appeared beside her.

It was none other than the Nodum, the very source of her power.

A moment later, dozens upon dozens of EX Rank creatures materialized before her.

They didn’t seem real, yet their power was. They were creatures from a parallel reality—of enormous size and limitless raw power.

"Tsk, just cheap tricks." Malrik wasn’t intimidated in the slightest, quite the opposite.

"Abyss Fault."

With a simple voice command, a fissure opened in the ground. Then, countless tongues of black fire, flaming chains, and claws attacked the creatures.

Despite the power of this ability, none of the monsters summoned by Yvanna fell.

Their very essence—flesh, bones, and blood—was on a shocking level.

Unlike humans, who favored the development of laws and concepts focused on skills and technique, these creatures did not.

Their power was described with a single word.

Stratomaximus.

A concept representing the pinnacle of physical power in all its forms.

And the parallel reality was filled only with these beings. And it was in this place that her Paradox—Yvanna’s parallel version—had developed.

"Destroy him!"

Yvanna’s command wasn’t necessary, but she liked commanding these beasts.

She had spent countless years fighting them, hoping to surpass their strength, and now that she had, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her heart.

The beasts roared with such power that the current reality itself vibrated. That vibration disrupted Malrik’s attack without any issue.

His very dimensional rift collapsed in on itself, self-destructing—as if it had been banished from this reality.

It was clear, the clash between the two had not yet reached its peak. But the world was already trembling under the weight of their power.