Necromancer Supreme System

'Necromancer Supreme System…' the system repeated, 'That sounds cool.'

'Yes, I also feel good about choosing that name, but I will still be able to use your other functions, right?' Ibro asked.

'Yes, but it will be limited,' the system replied.

'Hmmm, I can live with that. Go and finish that register thing, I need you badly here,' Ibro said as he looked towards the current situation of the war, and he didn't like this stalemate state. He might use his runes as a last resort, but he wasn't ready to use them yet.

The battle was really intense, and the mixture of skeletons and soldiers from his village was beginning to show some harmony, but all this was crushed on the invincible wall created by those Roraks.

Ibro wanted to crush them all, but he had no ability now, so he moved his eyesight towards other places. The demons and monsters were still fighting all over the place, so he didn't stop for a moment and started launching one strike after another towards different directions.

He, alone, managed to change the tide of the battle everywhere, but only outside that Roraks' wall, as any attack once touched these monsters, it stopped like it was a breeze of wind hitting a mountain.

Ibro was frustrated, so he vented that over any enemy he spotted outside the Roraks' wall. He also didn't forget to aid his dragons to finish the aerial battle fast. From his position high in the air, he found more Rorak monsters coming to join the battle. They formed a huge dome of meat that stretched on the line of sight.

Ibro knew his enemy had assessed and reached the same conclusion as him, these Roraks were a bad thing to deal with. Ibro sighed, if he was the one leading that demons and monster's army, he would do the same.

'Registration is finished, you can now use your curses as much as you like,' the voice of the system came abruptly to make him regain his calmness again. Everything was going to be fine, it was destined to work as he planned.

'Do you want me to summon liches? Dragons? Or Golams?'

Ibro thought about his system question, but he didn't choose any of these. He first thought about using Golams from the ground, side by side with an aerial strike by dragons to shake this impregnable wall, but now he changed his mind.

His enemy had supplied the frontlines with an endless stream of Roraks, so he couldn't now use that strategy, at least not without some preparations first.

''Let's Cause Chaos first,' Ibro said.

'Chaos? What curse would do that? The death arise curse perhaps?' the system said with loss.

'No, I want to use the graveyard summon curse. Select different places scattered all over the enemy's territory, and launch this curse repeatedly there.

The death energy caused by killing my soldiers will be used as a fuel for revenge. Let my fallen heroes return the favor doubled to those nasty enemies,' Ibro said calmly, but his voice carried a strange chill, that even the air around him felt colder.

'…'

The system knew how angry Ibro was. Ibro's last months were really nerve wracking, as he didn't enjoy a moment of peace. All of this was caused by his enemies, and he had reached his limit a long time ago.

Ibro realized that this fight would never end if he continued to be the second person to act, so he decided to change all of this, and this change will start from his village, from this small battlefield right here.

'Graveyard curse,' Ibro muttered as he trusted his system to launch it at a suitable place, and it did. nearly a mile away from the frontline, deep into enemy's territory, a graveyard suddenly appeared. It stretched for half a mile and it wasn't apparent at first from Ibro's place, but he felt its existence.

The graveyard was a mighty tool if used perfectly in a world full of death and killing, a place like this. From the signs of the ruins everywhere, this battle raged on the walls of his village for such a long time, long enough to create dense death energy here.

Graveyard summoned by Ibro began to yield marvelous results. From his location in the air, he spotted some chaos at the place where he summoned the graveyard. Rorak monsters stopped their march forward, instead they began to move in circles around that location.

'Good, it's a success, let's keep going partner,' Ibro said excitedly with great anticipation to change the shape of this battle.

'…'

'Graveyard curse.'

'Graveyard curse.'

'Graveyard curse.'

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'Graveyard curse.'

'Graveyard curse.'

'Graveyard curse.'

Ibro kept repeatedly using this curse like a mad man, he kept spreading graveyards all around the place without a single moment of break or rest. His summoned graveyards started to act immediately, as they summoned endless streams of skeletons.

The skeletons summoned were low level ones, however Ibro didn't care about that. He didn't intend to use them as a spear tip to crush his enemy, he used them as a bait, a tool to distract, divide and cause chaos, a mission done brilliantly by these lowly rank skeletons.

'Now for part two,' Ibro muttered with satisfaction at the chaotic shape of the battle right now.

'The golams? Dragon? Or liches?' the system asked with anticipation.

'None of these, it's time to spread fear, let's use the dark fog curse, shall we?' Ibro said viciously, as he didn't intend to end this battle easily like this, he had to vent his anger and have some revenge, as revenge always tasted sweet.