My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 151: Necromancy vs Conjuring

Roman nodded in agreement. "Yeah, raw strength doesn’t always win a fight."

Leon smirked. "That’s exactly what I want to test."

Milim returned his smirk with a playful one of her own. "Alright then, let’s see how well they hold up."

She directed Drevan to attack one of the Dark Knights. The Blood Grand Knight rushed forward, his crimson blade slicing through the air with precision. But just as his attack was about to land—

Clang!

The Dark Knight countered instantly, knocking Drevan’s blade aside and sending him flying backward with a powerful slash.

Milim blinked in surprise. "Huh?"

Leon chuckled. "They may not have experience, but their power is equal to mine." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the battle unfold.

Milim pouted, crossing her arms. "Tch. That’s annoying."

Leon grinned. "You started it. Now let’s see how your knight recovers."

Drevan crashed against the ground, but instead of groaning in pain, he immediately pushed himself up, his blood-red aura flaring. His glowing crimson eyes locked onto the Dark Knight who had countered him. Without hesitation, he charged forward again, this time moving even faster than before.

The Dark Knight raised its sword in defense, but Drevan twisted his blade at the last second, deflecting the counterstrike and slamming his knee into the knight’s chest, causing the metal armor to dent slightly. Without giving it time to recover, Drevan spun and delivered a crushing downward slash, forcing the Dark Knight to stagger back.

Milim smirked. "See? Experience always wins in the end."

Leon watched with interest as his knight steadied itself, then immediately adjusted its stance. "True… but that also means my creations are learning as they fight."

And as if proving his point, the Dark Knight suddenly moved with improved precision, mirroring Drevan’s earlier move and landing a solid counter-blow that sent Drevan skidding back.

Milim’s smirk twitched. "Oh, come on!"

Roman laughed. "Guess your blood knights aren’t as overwhelming as you thought, huh?"

Milim rolled her eyes. "Tch. They’re still better."

Leon chuckled. "We’ll see."

The fight between the Dark Knights and Drevan continued, each exchange growing more intense. Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal, and the force of their strikes shook the ground beneath them.

Roselia watched with a neutral expression, then glanced at Leon. "So… how many of these Dark Knights can you create?"

Leon tilted his head, considering. "Right now? Around five at a time. But if I push my mana limit, I could summon more, though their strength would decrease."

Milim crossed her arms. "Hmph. Then my Blood Grand Knight still wins in quality."

Leon smirked. "Perhaps. But what about quantity?"

Before she could respond, Leon snapped his fingers again, and two more Dark Knights materialized beside him.

Milim stared at them, then at Drevan, who was still struggling against one Dark Knight.

"...You’re an annoying bastard sometimes," she muttered.

Leon laughed. "And yet, you keep challenging me."

Milim huffed, folding her arms as she watched Drevan continuously adapt to the Dark Knights’ attacks. His movements were becoming sharper, more precise, and his blood aura was thickening, almost like he was feeding off the battle itself.

Leon also noticed this and narrowed his eyes. Interesting. So her Blood Knights… evolve through combat?

The fight raged on for a few more minutes, but eventually, Drevan overpowered the Dark Knight, knocking its weapon away and delivering a devastating punch that sent it crashing into the ground. The knight shattered into dark mist, dispersing into the air.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Not bad."

Milim smirked. "Told you. Quality over quantity."

But before she could get too cocky, Leon snapped his fingers again, and the fallen Dark Knight rematerialized, stepping forward as if nothing had happened.

Milim’s smirk twitched. "...What the hell?"

Leon grinned. "Did I forget to mention? Unless completely destroyed, my knights regenerate."

Milim’s confident expression finally cracked. "...Bullshit."

Roman burst into laughter. "Oh man, I think we just found Milim’s natural counter."

Milim clicked her tongue in annoyance but didn’t deny it. Drevan was strong, but if the enemy could continuously regenerate, then her undead army would have a serious problem.

Roselia tilted her head. "Then, if you two fought seriously, wouldn’t it be a battle of who tires out first?"

Leon nodded. "Pretty much. Milim’s knights are stronger per unit, but my army has infinite endurance as long as I have mana."

Milim groaned. "Ugh, you’re a pain in the ass, Leon."

Leon grinned. "And you love it."

Milim scoffed, turning away. "Let’s just submit our first quest completion and move on."

Leon nodded as they returned to the Tower Association, submitting the completed quest and then taking another one.

"So, this time it’s a dungeon?" Roselia asked.

Leon nodded. "Not just any dungeon, but one that continuously spawns an endless amount of monsters until we kill the Spawner, which is an Arch Lich."

They all stood at the entrance of the Undead Monastery, an ominous structure shrouded in dark mist.

"So, we’re here because...?" Milim raised an eyebrow.

Leon smirked. "Because this dungeon gives us an unlimited supply of enemies, which means endless resources to level up."

He added, "We literally have enough potential to ascend beyond Floor 100, so why are we even waiting? Because our level caps are holding us back."

The group exchanged glances before smirking. They all knew what this meant—this dungeon was going to be their personal training ground.

Leon stretched his arms lazily and smirked. "I think I’ll sit this one out," he said, cracking his neck.

The others turned to him in surprise. "You’re not fighting?" Roman asked, raising an eyebrow.

Leon shook his head. "No need. Instead, I’ll let my Origin Conjurer handle things."

Raising his hand, a dark ripple spread through the air as three powerful figures emerged from the void.

The first was a mage cloaked in crimson, his very presence radiating destruction. The Mage of Ruin. His aura crackled with energy, and the ground beneath him blackened as he stepped forward.

The second was a mage clad in deep red robes, his form pulsing with eerie life force. The Blood Mage. Blood-like mist swirled around him, and his mere existence seemed to sap vitality from the surroundings.

The last was a golden knight, standing tall in brilliant armor that shimmered like the sun. The Radiant Golden Knight. His form exuded overwhelming majesty, a perfect balance of offense and defense.

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Milim whistled. "Damn, those aren’t just summons. They feel like actual beings!"

Leon smirked. "They are. Each one is equal to my level and power."

Roselia crossed her arms. "That’s unfair."

Leon shrugged. "Not my fault I’m broken."

As they spoke, the doors of the Undead Monastery groaned open, and a wave of skeleton warriors and ghouls came rushing out.

Without needing commands, the three summoned beings charged forward.

The Mage of Ruin raised his staff, and a storm of destruction magic rained down, disintegrating dozens of undead in an instant.

The Blood Mage spread his hands, and blood tendrils erupted from the ground, impaling enemies and absorbing their vitality to strengthen himself.

The Radiant Golden Knight dashed forward in a flash of light, his golden sword slicing through enemies effortlessly, leaving behind shimmering trails of divine energy.

Leon watched lazily, leaning against a broken pillar. "This should be entertaining."

Millim grinned as she saw Leon’s powerful summons dominating the battlefield. Not one to be outdone, she raised her hand, and a crimson magic circle flared beneath her feet.

"Alright, since you’re letting your summons handle things, I’ll do the same," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

A surge of blood energy erupted around her, and two towering figures emerged.

The Blood Grand Knight—a massive warrior clad in crimson armor, his blade pulsating with the energy of the fallen. His presence alone radiated overwhelming power, and the undead around him trembled.

The Dark Grand Knight—a shadowy figure with jet-black armor, wielding a cursed greatsword that absorbed the very essence of the enemies it struck. Darkness coiled around him like living tendrils, making him appear almost spectral.

As soon as they materialized, both knights knelt before Millim.

"We await your command, my queen," the Blood Grand Knight declared.

"We shall erase all obstacles," the Dark Grand Knight added.

Millim smirked. "Then do just that."

The two knights charged into the battlefield, tearing through the endless waves of undead with brute force.

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Roman leaned against a nearby broken wall and sighed. "Well, this has turned into a contest, hasn’t it?"

Roselia smirked, sitting beside him. "Let them have their fun. This is a good opportunity to see how powerful they’ve become."

Leon chuckled. "Milim, I hope you don’t mind losing."

Millim scoffed. "Oh, please. My knights are built differently."

As they spoke, the undead hordes continued pouring out, but against their summoned champions, they stood no chance.

The Mage of Ruin unleashed more destructive spells, reducing enemies to nothing but dust.

The Blood Mage manipulated the battlefield, controlling fallen enemies like puppets.

The Radiant Golden Knight clashed with the undead generals, his golden sword cleaving through their defenses effortlessly.

The Blood Grand Knight brutally crushed enemies with raw might, each slash of his blade draining the life force of his foes.

The Dark Grand Knight moved like a shadowy reaper, cutting down enemies before they even realized what happened.