Bone Alchemist: Necromancer of The Aberrations-Chapter 74: The Sparring

Hero’s attack was aimed precisely at Drae’mon’s eye. His hand, sharp as a sword, tried to do as much damage as possible to the skeleton.

The trajectory was impeccable, drawn like by an artist in a moment of pure inspiration. The timing was just as perfect, worthy of a war veteran.

However, Drae’mon’s body was not that simple. There was no need to activate anything.

With a single thought, a layer of fur covered the eye.

Hero’s attack was blocked!

Not just blocked— it had been absorbed.

Drae’mon’s fur did not merely serve a defensive function, like ordinary armor.

Its capabilities went beyond that level.

It was as if the very matter he was made of had consciousness and will.

His fur was able to cushion the impact of the blow, minimize the damage, and, most importantly, reflect it.

An electric shock ran through Hero’s arm.

Then, his arm bounced back, forcing him to take a few steps back.

But it was not over yet—

Hero, undeterred by the failed attack, used his other arm to strike the skeleton.

Unnaturally, his arm stretched out until it reached Drae’mon, who simply dodged by ducking.

The movement was fluid, elegant, as if Drae’mon knew exactly where Hero was going to aim.

But that was all Leo’sol needed to step in.

With a roar, he opened his hand to grab the skeleton’s body as it landed.

There was no escape—

And indeed, using all the ferocity he could muster, Leo’sol grabbed the small skeleton with one hand, gripping tightly.

And it was at that exact moment that another figure appeared.

SuperCannon.

The undisputed king of magical destruction.

His two heads were already in position. It was not the first time they’d done something like this.

The coordination between the colossus and the two-headed wolf was precise.

And so, with a destructive flash of essence and energy, the two wolf heads, along with a flap of wings, fired a mega energy beam directly at Leo’sol’s hand. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

The very sky split open at the birth of the beam— a column of pure destruction.

Drae’mon, trapped inside, could do nothing but take the hit.

The attack struck both the skeleton and the colossus dead on.

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Just moments before...

Many eyes were watching the battle from a distance.

Eyes filled with fear, terror... and awe.

The power those creatures were displaying was terrifying.

"Am I wrong, or have they gotten way stronger than when we were fighting the devils?"

The voice of Crev Posqu, boss of the Mirage, giving voice to everyone’s thoughts.

Among all the figures present, he was the only one who had not been seriously damaged.

He had too many lifesaving accessories, weapons, and armor with unique powers that had allowed him to survive the battle.

However, his essence was nearly depleted.

He would need time to replenish it.

"Exactly. He’s reached Rank EX." The Immutable replied in a calm voice, as if what he was saying was nothing more than a natural sequence of events.

But they all knew how difficult it was to reach Rank EX. It was not just about the level.

It was about allowing one’s law to evolve into a concept.

"You’re telling me his power was only at the law level before?!" added one of the EX Ranks present, his voice full of disbelief.

Right as they were talking among themselves, watching and commenting on the battle and Jeremy’s power, an absurd explosion threatened to shatter their eardrums.

It was SuperCannon’s attack.

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The energy beam was so powerful it even damaged the ring below.

The Osseoth cracked, shards rising like bullets. The arena trembled as if it were about to implode.

Fortunately, the attack had landed. Otherwise, the blast would have flown out of the ring, hitting the stands and killing countless skeletons.

And who knows, maybe their death would’ve been permanent.

Watching all this, Jeremy realized his small mistake...

"Should I have built some walls for the ring?" Jeremy thought, scratching his chin.

His tone was ironic, but a glint of pure excitement sparkled in his eyes.

What he was witnessing thrilled him.

His generals’ fight was exceeding his expectations.

The cloud of smoke, debris, and energy caused by SuperCannon’s full-powered attack began to clear.

A shared thought enveloped all the skeletons in the stands.

He could not lose. He could not die. They did not want it to happen.

But their doubt did not last long.

With the smoke clearing, the scene became visible.

On one side was Leo’sol, who had lost his forearm.

And there, at the spot where the small skeleton should’ve been, there was nothing to be seen.

Only the broken ring and debris everywhere.

The skeletons in the stands held their breath, as if they could breathe.

Silence fell like thunder on a clear day.

Had Drae’mon been blown up?

Judging by the damage to the ring, the chance that the skeleton had been destroyed was not small.

After all, both the ring and Drae’mon were made from the same material— Osseoth.

And while everyone held their breath, only one person seemed to be watching with an excited glint in their eyes.

"Interesting." His words broke the silence.

Then, as if to announce something absurd, a sharp crack of bone fracturing shifted everyone’s attention from Jeremy to the ring.

Leo’sol’s neck separated from his body.

The attack had been so sudden that none of the Aberrations had seen it coming.

But even though the strike had landed, no one understood where it came from.

Leo’sol’s head was floating in the air, about to hit the ground at any moment.

From the stands, excited screams echoed. Their champion seemed to be alive. Even if they could not see him, they were certain that whatever he had done— it was working.

Only a certain wolf, SuperCannon, seemed to know where Drae’mon was. He stared at a specific point in space— seemingly empty.

A black spot, small, too small to be seen with the naked eye, stood before the Aberration’s neck, paw extended forward.

His gaze said it all.

He was furious.

How could they use such a sneaky tactic to try to destroy him?

His eyes turned to SuperCannon, the only one currently able to see him.

This was thanks to the Aberration’s sniper-level vision.

Well, to be honest, he would’ve preferred not to see him at all.

After all, from the look in the skeleton’s eyes, one thing was certain.

He was next.

And so, not even a second later, Drae’mon appeared between the two wolf heads.

The skeleton’s sudden appearance startled the Aberration, who tried to jump back to create distance.

Needless to say, it was useless.

With another sharp blow, the wolf was split in two.

Drae’mon’s power had grown exponentially.

It was not just about the ability to become smaller.

His strikes were loaded with something— something never seen before.

It was liquid Osseoth, a form created specifically to reinforce the solid structure of Osseoth.

Pumped directly from his heart, the liquid Osseoth ran through every cell of the skeleton’s body, making each of his attacks devastating.

After finishing off the two Aberrations, only Hero remained. He held no grudge against him, yet he could not let him go unpunished for what he had done earlier.

Daring to attack him? He would make the newcomer pay, but differently from the other two.

To eliminate any future threat to his position as number one subordinate of their master, Drae’mon decided to act in an entirely different way.

He did not intend to destroy him in a single blow. He needed to break his spirit.

Meanwhile, the stands had become rowdy once again.

The sound of bones clashing, growls, shouts, and whispers filled the air.

The excitement was visible.

This made Jeremy smile. Even his Bone Legion seemed more alive now.

There was only one figure not feeling this excitement.

Hero.

He was afraid.

Sure, he knew he would not die— no one here would— but defeat, sometimes, was worth more than a hundred deaths.

And yet, he still could not see the skeleton.

He could sense his presence, but could not pinpoint it precisely.

He would not accept losing like this.

He would not be able to bear it.

Sure, his body was immaterial, but judging by Drae’mon’s power, he could not rely on that to survive.

And just when he thought it was his turn to die, something appeared before him.

At first it was a dot, the size of a grain of rice.

Then it grew bigger, like a baseball.

Then even bigger.

And even more.

Its size reached an unprecedented level.

It was even bigger than Empress Yvanna’s beasts.

Of course, the figure belonged to Drae’mon.

His size grew enormously, reaching one hundred meters in height.

He stood there, upright on two legs.

From his gaze, Hero understood one thing.

He was offering him a chance.

A chance for an equal fight.

A clash to determine the strongest, to give him the opportunity to perform well and obtain the same power.