Evil Necromancer

In space, a black curtain slowly unfurled from a Kree warship.

That vast "blackness," which seemed capable of swallowing the entire universe, surged like a tide and, in the blink of an eye, enveloped one friendly ship after another.

There were no explosions, no clamor. It was like a silent pantomime.

Wherever darkness devoured, it was as though nothing existed, leaving behind only emptiness.

The swelling darkness stretched across space, and before long, an entire planet was swallowed within it.

Hidden inside Mohawk's body, the Emperor's Divine Sense watched the scene and sharply sucked in a breath.

"Dark Law! What did you and that brat do?!"

"Of course, the same thing you did to him before, Skull Mountain."

A reply that no one else could hear came from the darkness. Mother of the Abyss smiled brightly, clearly in an excellent mood.

"I have seen countless peerless Heavenly Prodigies, from the Mage World to other worlds, but none has ever been as proficient in the power of darkness as he is."

"He really is a genius, isn't he? Once he advances, why not call him 'Darkness'?"

The Emperor's mouth twitched.

"You lied to me. Didn't we agree to be each other's angels?"

He had learned that line from Lowett, but Mother of the Abyss immediately caught it.

"Yes, an Angel of Death is still an angel!"

Then Mother of the Abyss hung up the "call," ignoring the Emperor's roar.

Inside the Kree flagship, a humanoid figure shrouded in mist sat high upon a throne resembling an altar. Below, the hall was filled on both sides with brainwashed Kree soldiers.

At the edge of the bridge facing the transparent shield, a muscular dark-skinned Kree, whose height had swelled to a terrifying ten meters or so, held both hands level and released endless