Necromancer Supreme System - Chapter 8

Ibro’s eyes froze momentarily, as he totally forgot about Noda and her brother. He had an agreement with them, so he asked:

“Are they under attack too?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Ibro then felt more anger welling up inside him, but he knew it wasn’t yet the time to vent it. he patted on Hoden shoulder before saying:

“I will go to prepare, don’t look for me, I will come back before the six hours are finished. I want you to fix any defenses we have, and focus mainly on the sky defenses. As for Mamor, let him lead the armies and station himself here.”

“As you order, my lord.”

Ibro smiled as he said before vanishing in thin air magically in front of Hoden:

“In fact, I’m now a king, so you can call me your majesty.”

Hoden eyes widened as he didn’t know what just happened, but he was sure his lord, or his majesty, was fine. He sighed, as he was worried about his king, however his worries weren’t needed.

Ibro appeared inside his world, surrounded by huge numbers of different ranks of skeletons. He knew his time was limited, so he flew high in the air while saying out loud:

“We have limited time, so I need all of you to summon as many skeletons as you can. All the skeletons summoned will be dispersed in this world and raise their ranks. You will not stop until I order you to do so.”

Ibro then said to his system:

‘Move every lich in all my worlds and make them centered here. spread all the summoned skeletons and send them to other worlds in suitable patches.’

‘…’

Ibro didn’t doubt his high rank skeletons, but he knew the test this time would be difficult. His enemy was well prepared for him. He felt like they were waiting for him, and that made him wonder if there were other surprises hidden from him.

There was also Noda’s threat, and also the players group who were loyal to him. every single person related to him in any way was in grave danger.

Ibro didn’t think about it before, but now it seemed Sefiera’s miserable fate right now was due to her relation with him. He was like a curse, and he intended to make this curse a nightmare for his enemies.

The only weakness now, and that was the obvious advantage for his enemy, was the lack of air forces. His enemy showed his powers arrogantly using that huge strange flying monster to demonstrate his superiority over him, a pathetic mental trick that only ignited Ibro’s resolve even more.

Ibro planned to use his dragon summon curse to form his flying dragon legions, but he was inspired by a certain person to add more air force to his arsenal.

‘System, I want you to do a task for me.’

‘…’

Ibro then informed the system with his plan, after that he took a deep breath as he said:

‘Frost bony dragon summon curse.’

Ibro started a summoning spree where he didn’t take a break even once. The liches around him were increasing in numbers, as part of them came from the worlds he had in his pocket space, and the other part came from a small, yet prominent, group of liches who can summon other liches.

Six hours in the outside world were equal to six hundred hours inside his space, which was nearly twenty five days. After the passage of the second week, Ibro got some good news regarding his plan, and also he got bonus good news.

He just sent his alpha death knight towards the alternate universe, but just now a delegation from this universe came with reports of their success in liberating many worlds and most of the main universe from the hands of the demons.

Ibro had a deal with these players, as they swore allegiance to him. He missed his beta stones, where he could really control the fate of those who were under him, instead of depending on their word.

With the good unexpected news coming from that place, Ibro had two options now, either he withdrew part of his huge skeleton armies scattered over that universe, or he withdrew a player army.

Ibro glanced at the current group of ten players standing in front of him while he was thinking about his decision. He thought before about withdrawing part of his armies in the game gate world, but he didn’t do that.

If he learned something from all his conflicts with fiends and demons then it would be how cunning they were. They knew more, prepared better, and had more allies than him.

That made him hesitate, as he wasn’t sure if he withdrew part of skeleton armies from a place, that place wouldn’t crumble and be under heavy attack.

It would be foolish to patch a leak and create more at other places. The appropriate decision here would be to try and use this chance and take unpredicted steps that his enemy wouldn’t even expect.

“Your name is Goralef, right?” Ibro asked.

“Yes, your majesty,” the swordsman player named Goralef replied.

“Tell me, at what level would players be able to fly in your universe?” Ibro asked.

Goralef, who was nervous from being in a place filled with far weirder and more intimidating skeletons, replied at once:

“Player needs to exceed level one hundred to be able to fly.”

“Hmmm…” Ibro muttered as this matched what he had in his mind, “Send the word to your universe, I want every player above level one hundred to be summoned here with no delay.”

Goralef was one of the worlds’ lords back at his alternate universe, and he was one of the trusted aides of Mory.

It wasn’t difficult for him to grasp a general view over the current situation Ibro was facing, and this was a chance, a chance they were hoping to come. He didn’t hesitate to take advantage of this chance, as he said:

“If it’s war my king wants to enter, then allow me to bring our most valiant players with all the strongest war gear with us.”

Ibro nodded in satisfaction, he knew this player wasn’t easy as he was aiming to gain a solid foot for his universe inside Ibro’s future empire, so Goralef here didn’t let this chance slip his grasp. Ibro had no reason to refuse that offer, so he replied:

“It would be great, the war will be in less than two weeks.”