Bone Alchemist: Necromancer of The Aberrations-Chapter 63: Hellish

"Those two are going all out, don’t you think?" Jeremy’s voice echoed across the battlefield.

His tone was calm, as if he were commenting on a chess match and not a full-blown massacre.

Just a few seconds earlier, a powerful vibration had shaken the entire area.

No, not just this area.

The distant mountains trembled imperceptibly, and even the air vibrated as if screaming in silence.

It felt as if the entire world had been struck by these vibrations.

But that was all.

The vibrations vanished in an instant, as if they had been nothing but a simple lie.

The fight raged on, and the devils, as was only natural, were adapting.

Those who had died were the weakest, after all.

Their screams had already faded into the wind, replaced by the ceaseless sound of weapons, teeth, and shattered bones.

Sure, they were now part of the human’s Bone Legion, but that didn’t stop the devils.

Their adaptability was high, but less than that of Leo’sol.

The colossus seemed unaffected by the devils’ attacks.

But a few minutes later, something changed.

A group of Rank S devils was being overwhelmed by the insane number of undead.

They could no longer hold out.

And so...

They used an ability they never wanted to use.

This ability came with a cost no one would willingly pay. Unless they were truly cornered.

And in this case, the situation called for drastic measures.

Words were spoken like an ancient curse, engraved upon the soul.

"Offering Souls"

The group of devils screamed in unison, offering their souls to the one being on this battlefield capable of turning the tide.

Malrik.

His ability worked passively, taking a portion of the soul of the bound creature every day.

And with each passing day, the bound creatures gained more power.

But there was a limit.

50%

This was the maximum amount of soul Malrik could acquire through the contract.

Unless the devils chose to give it up willingly, in exchange for terrifying power—Malrik’s power.

Among the devils present, only a few had formed a soul bond with Ade’s Descendant. Among them were around twenty Rank S and five Rank EX.

However, since the bond had only recently been formed, the amount of power they had accumulated was pitifully low.

But even that made them stronger than the devils without a soul bond.

After shouting those words, the four devils roared loudly, shaking the air around them.

Every skeleton nearby shattered into pieces, while the Goblin Skinwalkers were blown away, sent flying from the group.

The impact was so violent that even the ground cracked, and a heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

That wild roar froze the battlefield.

Every gaze turned toward them, from humans to devils.

And the shock could be seen on all their faces.

In particular, the devils who hadn’t formed a soul bond felt regret.

They were being cornered more and more by the immortal army of walking bones, and unlike the others, they had no lifeline.

The transformation of the devils was instantaneous. In an instant, their size doubled, their power now unrecognizable.

Their appearances had changed.

They no longer looked like devils, but like masses of substance with absurd power.

Deformed bodies, covered in pulsating veins and bony plates, loomed like tangible nightmares.

Their grotesque forms seemed to belong to another dimension, and that wasn’t far from the truth.

Their status had changed.

They were no longer devils.

They had become Hellish.

But that wasn’t the purpose of the soul bond. It wasn’t meant to turn others into monstrous hellish beings, but merely to grant more power.

It was just that the individuals involved were too weak, incapable of controlling part of Malrik’s power.

The Hellish were just a side effect, nothing more.

But their power was undeniable.

They charged onto the battlefield like bloodthirsty monsters, attacking the Goblin Skinwalkers that had been sent flying earlier.

Only these undead had no blood, but that didn’t stop the Hellish from tearing them apart in a frenzy, reducing them to scattered piles of bone.

The attack was devastating. Just a few strikes were enough to destroy any hope the Goblins had of fighting back.

But it would take much more to kill these beings.

Their Law was clear. Undead.

They couldn’t die—they weren’t even alive, after all.

To kill them, one had to disintegrate their entire being, a very difficult feat considering they weren’t the only threat to worry about.

The occasional attacks from SuperCannon caused panic on the battlefield.

Explosions rang out like metallic thunder, raising columns of smoke and broken bones.

Watching this, Jeremy grew thoughtful.

He didn’t know what those beings were, but they reminded him of something.

"It’s frustrating. Knowing you have the answer to a question on the tip of your tongue, but not being able to grasp it."

Cambela turned toward him, curious.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, forget it." Shaking his head, Jeremy looked away.

His bone army was weak. He needed to have his law ascend toward a concept in order to execute the Rank-up.

And although he had long reached level 199 thanks to the current battle, the boy felt that something was missing.

A piece, a revelation, something to give shape to what he still couldn’t define.

Not long ago, Cambela had given the boy a strange-looking vial, bright green in color.

It was similar to the one given to Victoria, except this one was meant for the creation of a concept, not a law.

For a long time, Jeremy had wanted to test something.

He had intended to test it in the Gates, but then this current attack happened.

His idea was simple, nothing special. freёnovelkiss.com

Fusing the skeletons of the Bone Legion.

After all, nowhere was it written that Aberrations had to be created methodically.

An example was the five-headed being that was being destroyed by the devils.

It was strong, yet it fought without abilities.

But it was precisely this failure that made him doubt his idea.

Maybe simply fusing the undead wouldn’t yield the desired results.

It could even backfire on him.

And that’s when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something.

The Flamehoof.

They were the wolf-shaped monsters from the world where Jeremy had first developed.

Their power was unique.

And so, an idea took root in his mind.

Not to fuse the skeletons, but to shape them into something different.