Bone Alchemist: Necromancer of The Aberrations-Chapter 64: Set the Ground for the Fight

And while the battle continued, with the devils growing increasingly careful not to die and the Hellish rampaging across the battlefield, Jeremy called aside about a dozen skeletons of various shapes.

"We just have to try." With a simple nod, the skeletons lost the blue light in their eyes and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

An unreal silence fell around him, as if time itself had stopped to watch.

The power that had kept them alive had vanished, leaving only bones on the ground.

Then, making gestures with his hands, Jeremy began to control the bones, making them float, bending them, breaking them, shaping them to create a well-defined form.

Every fragment joined with the others with surgical precision, as if an invisible ancestral blueprint guided his every move.

A Flamehoof.

Moments later, a group of five skeletal wolves stood before the boy.

Their skeletal bodies emitted a faint glow, and they seemed to growl, even without vocal cords.

"And now, the final touch."

Removing his blindfold, the eye always covered by the young man opened.

Then, a unique light shone from behind that single eye.

It was a golden light, with a unique brilliance.

The light fell upon the Flamehoof, as if to imprint something on their bones.

Their nature had changed. They were no longer simple skeletons of Trolls, Orcs, scorpions, and others.

They were Flamehoof.

They would be reborn as such every time they were crushed.

Cambela watched all this with a satisfied look. She too had noticed the power of the Flamehoof, and although they could not be considered very resilient, their raw offensive power was astonishing.

And with this, Jeremy’s mind was ready.

Ready to welcome the new power that came from evolving his Law into a concept.

Without thinking twice, he drank the Elixir of Concept given by Cambela and prepared for the Rank-Up.

Right here, on the battlefield.

After all, no one could approach him.

But just as he uncorked the vial, a loud roar echoed.

Then, an immense power crushed everything.

At the same moment, other roars shook the air.

They were the devils with the Soul Bond.

Now the situation had changed.

Fourteen more Hellish appeared on the battlefield.

Their power was overwhelming, but they were not the ones causing such uproar.

It was the four Rank EX with the Soul Bond.

Unfortunately for them, one of the devils had died before he could use this method, first killed by Drae’mon and then turned into a five-headed Aberration by Jeremy.

The power of these devils became off the charts.

They could no longer be held back, neither by Jeremy’s other Aberrations, nor by the devils turned into undead, nor even by the humans.

Their appearances changed, but unlike the Rank S, they didn’t transform into Hellish.

Their forms were the same as before, only slightly swollen, as if there was a power inside them that didn’t belong.

Which, in fact, was true.

The eyes of these devils were fixed on the human boy.

Their rage was not masked at all.

They were furious.

Their hatred burned like black fire, impossible to extinguish.

After all, it was Jeremy’s fault they had been forced to give their soul to Malrik.

And they weren’t stupid, they knew what it meant.

They had become slaves.

With 50% control, Malrik could command them, but only partially.

For example, the devil couldn’t order them to commit suicide or take on suicide missions.

They could refuse.

But not anymore.

Malrik’s control over them was absolute.

And so, as if they had made an agreement beforehand, they charged at Jeremy.

Nothing could stop them.

Their previous opponents, two former devil comrades now turned into skeletons, an EX Rank human, and Drae’mon, were brushed aside with ease. frёeωebɳovel.com

Jeremy watched the four approaching him, without any visible fear.

"You know, I really needed this." He said, rotating his neck left and right. "I really felt like fighting. After all, this is only my second battle as a Rank S.

But sadly, it is also the last."

Then, turning toward his Bone Legion, in particular toward his most trusted general, Drae’mon, he said,

"When I’m done with them, I don’t want to see any more devils out here.

Kill them all before I return."

Jeremy’s order was simple.

No more games, it was time to get serious.

Meanwhile, the four arrived in front of Jeremy, but unlike how they appeared, they didn’t attack immediately.

They had heard his words.

He intended to face all four of them alone.

"Pathetic."

Jeremy’s voice shattered the smirks on their faces.

"Human, are those your last words?"

The devil’s voice was unnatural, unrecognizable.

Completely different from before. However, he seemed not to have lost his sanity, unlike the Rank S mutated into Hellish.

"You became a little stronger by relying on someone else’s power. What are you if not pathetic?"

Jeremy continued insulting them.

Not because he truly believed what he was saying. After all, he too was relying on powers and memories unknown to him.

He said it all just to enrage the devils.

After all, what was life without a few insults here and there?

"Damn bastard!"

As if to prove a point, the devils got angry.

They dashed at the boy with incredible speed.

But Jeremy merely smiled.

"You really are simple beings, not at all cunning and calculating as you’re described."

Raising his hands to the sky, the world changed shape.

The devils’ charge came to a sudden halt.

"What the hell is happening? Where did he go?"

"So this is his power, huh?"

"As if we didn’t know he was luring us into a trap."

"Yeah, let him be. Let’s see how many tricks he’s got up his sleeve."

The four devils spoke among themselves as they found themselves in a strange-looking place.

The world around them had changed.

Jeremy’s domain, the Bone Cathedral.

However, unlike before, the current place looked completely different.

It no longer appeared as a simple crescent-shaped area with borders and ground outlined by bones.

Or rather, it wasn’t just that.

At the center of this small world, rich with skeletal beings with tiny bodies like rats, worms, and vultures, stood a structure.

Its appearance was magnificent.

Made entirely of bones, a Cathedral in all its splendor appeared before the eyes of the devils.

Its walls were composed of thousands of bones, white as snow.

Columns made of vertebrae and femurs supported arches decorated with rows of skulls, each one facing anyone who dared approach, like eternal sentinels.

The bones creaked imperceptibly, as if the Cathedral itself was breathing.

In short, a true dwelling fit for a protagonist.