Against The True Gods-Chapter 65: Summon

Caine sat cross-legged on his usual cultivation platform. This time, however, he wasn’t in a deep state of meditation.

Before him lay a body wrapped in rune-covered cloth, emanating a thick, pungent metallic scent that hung heavily in the air. With a casual wave of his hand, Caine made the body float toward him, gently lowering it to the platform’s surface as he began to ponder.

This was Soran.

’How should I go about this?’

Caine’s expression turned thoughtful. As he had once told Lilith, he couldn’t afford to trust anyone. Enemies lurked everywhere, and no one could safeguard his back better than himself. It was a truth that had shaped a decision he’d made years ago—even before his reincarnation.

He would become a Necromancer.

If he couldn’t rely on others, he would rely on necro-summons bound by his will. And Soran would be the first of many.

’Now that I’ve uncovered the Five Aspects, the path forward is clearer, but also infinitely more complex. I’ll have to create a True Necromancer Sigil Technique of my own—and refine it over time.’

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Sigil Techniques—A Foundation of Mastery

Sigil Techniques were not particularly difficult to understand. They were the condensed essence of a master’s knowledge, creating a structured, perfected path for an art or discipline. Once formed, the technique became an extension of its creator, serving as a proxy to further refine their craft and ascend to new heights, almost like Caine’s rings.

However, Sigil Techniques paled in comparison to the majesty of Caine’s rings.

Though he had ceased using his rings for now, they remained a masterpiece—something unparalleled across the ages. Even the thought of comparing the two felt like an insult.

’Thankfully, I already have the perfect idea,’ Caine mused, a faint smile playing on his lips. ’But first, let’s delve deeper into this.’

With a wave of his hand, the cloth covering Soran’s body vanished, revealing a withered, hairless, eyeless figure. Despite its grotesque appearance, Soran’s body radiated terrifying waves of power, with red runes pulsing faintly across his wrinkled skin.

This was no accident. Caine had modified the technique Lilith had given him, using it to dissolve Soran’s cultivation into raw power to refine his body.

Although Soran was now without cultivation, his physique alone rivaled that of peak sages who had spent their lives tempering their bodies.

’From what I can tell, my actions seem to have blended all his aspects into one strange, chimeric whole. But this… doesn’t make sense.’

Caine frowned. He was far from being at a level where he could sense the Five Aspects, let alone manipulate or fuse them. Such a feat seemed fundamentally impossible. There had to be another explanation.

’I see… lowering his cultivation must have thrown his body’s harmony into complete disarray. That chaos created a window for my influence to pull all parts of him—his very essence—together through his Life Qi.’

Caine’s eyes gleamed as realization struck.

’His body isn’t this strong because of mere refinement. It’s powerful because the boundaries between his aspects have blurred and fused, transforming him into a seed of raw, untapped potential.’

A slow smile spread across Caine’s face.

What he had inadvertently created was the perfect foundation for his Necromancer Sigil Technique. If he merged his newfound understanding of the Five Aspects with the sigil framework he envisioned…

Caine’s gaze sharpened, and the atmospheric qi around him began to stir. It thickened and flowed toward him, resembling silky threads weaving through his fingers like a puppeteer controlling his strings.

He entered a state of intense focus.

Soran’s body rose into the air, levitating as his Blood Qi trembled violently. The energy fused with his flesh, deconstructing it into thin filaments. Like a doll woven from wool, Soran’s body unraveled into a mass of delicate threads.

Caine’s eyes glowed, and the cross within his pupils began to spin slowly.

The neutral qi threads tethered to Caine’s fingers snaked along the filaments of flesh, intertwining them with precision. Suddenly, the cross in Caine’s eyes spun faster, and deep within his Bond Space, his nine rings shone brilliantly.

BANG!

The flesh filaments and qi threads fused into a single form before compressing into a tiny sphere, etched with intricate golden runes.

The sphere pulsed with radiant light but quickly began to darken under the oppressive force of Caine’s Embryonic Will, the golden hue shifting into a gleaming silver.

As the transformation completed, the sphere disappeared, and within Caine’s Bond Space, an egg of flesh and viscous yellow fluid began to form.

Caine chuckled softly. ’Success.’

From that moment, the process became automatic.

BOOM!

The stars within Caine’s Bond Space spun wildly, releasing waves of light and elemental qi that flowed into the egg. The Beast Progenitor Eggs trembled in unison, and primal runes began to etch themselves onto the egg’s surface.

Finally, Caine’s Dragon-Coiled Silver Star quivered, releasing a pillar of silver light that enveloped the egg. The egg responded instantly, drawing neutral qi from the outside world in a ravenous torrent.

The runes on its surface glowed brighter as it absorbed the energy, and once it had taken in enough, the process slowed to a halt.

Caine extended his hand, and with a gesture, the egg materialized before him. It hovered in the air, pulsating like a living heart. To call it "hand-sized" would have been wrong—it stood as tall as Caine himself.

He studied the egg for a moment before a deeper smile tugged at his lips.

"Hatch," he commanded.

The egg shuddered violently, peeling apart layer by layer like a blooming flower. As the layers fell away, a terrifying aura erupted from within, rising into the sky like a storm. Dark flames flickered and swirled around the egg, radiating menacing heat.

Caine raised an eyebrow. ’Oh? He managed to resonate deeply with one of my Heavenly Elements—to the point of forming a core in his heart. Interesting.’

WHOOOOSH!

A gust of harsh wind swept past Caine as the egg revealed its contents. Standing before him was a new figure, towering and imposing. Its body pulsed with power, every inch of its flesh etched with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. Dark flames curled around its form, licking the air with a primal fury.

The figure had a long mane of curly white hair, primal scarlet pupils that burned with intensity, and skin as pale as freshly fallen snow. It exuded an aura of pure violence—raw, unrestrained, and unrelenting.

Soran was no longer human. He had been remade—transformed into something greater.

Caine’s smile widened, his voice calm yet laced with satisfaction. "My first Necro-Summon."