Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?-Chapter 94: Don’t Bring A Fist to A Gun Fight (1)

The wave of spirits swept the battlefield. With the priests incapacitated with darkness, the rest of the army had no recourse.

The kingdom's first knight became an undead knight in full plate armor. His mere form struck the enemy's heart. They ran away, but the undead knight chased them and drove his spectral lance through three enemies in a single strike.

Meanwhile, a former queen raised her hands to conjure a storm that blew away the soldiers to unimaginable heights before dropping them to their deaths.

The enemy forces screamed as countless unimaginable foes fought them.

"F-Fall back!"

Another commander yelled, but it was too late.

One of the enemy captains, still gripping his sword, ran away. But couldn't go far and found himself face to face with an undead Aurelian warlord.

The warlord grinned and then swung his axe. The next moment, the captain fell in two.

Within moments, the battlefield became a graveyard.

The knights cried for help from the priests, but no help came. The mages fired spells, but everything passed right through the spirits.

As for the civilians who had sided with the enemy, they dropped their weapons and fled. However, the undead and spirits weren't merciful. Everyone in sight was an enemy and hence was dealt with

Aaran watched from a distance. He had the pom-poms in his hands. Thankfully, there was no need to use them. The heroes of Aurelia were strong enough to repel the High Priest's forces on their own.

"Boy, what now?" Dread asked.

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"Leave them be," Aaran replied, turning to leave. "You stay here and protect the castle along with Brute. Darius, you're coming with me."

"Anytime, little liege."

"It's time to put an end to this mess."

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The high priest's golden robe fluttered in the air as he gazed below. His carefully assembled army was being slaughtered by an unexpected force. On the outside, he was calm and collected, but on the inside, he was raging like never before.

How could this be happening? How could mere corpses turn the tide of the battle?

The priests were supposed to deal with such situations, but the darkness had overwhelmed them. As much as he hated to admit it, it was their defeat. However, he had only lost the battle. The war was yet to end.

The Emperor had given the high priest his word that Aaran wouldn't interfere in the battle. Yet, he was there, ruining his plans. Since the high priest couldn't kill Aaran with his present forces, he decided to retreat and let the Emperor correct his mistake.

"Prepare the portal for Velrune. We must leave."

The high priest instructed the disciple.

"At once—"

The disciple bowed before leaving, but never got up as a gunshot echoed through the chaos. The next second, the disciple collapsed on the ground, his head blown to smithereens.

The high priest wasn't surprised or panicked as he looked up. Aaran was floating in the air. At least that's how it looked to him. In reality, Darius was carrying him.

"Tsk, missed again."

Aaran clicked his tongue, staring at the priest, who smiled. Instead of fleeing, the high priest accepted the challenge and pulled off his robe.

Underneath was a skin akin to that of a fried chicken. Parts of his skin were missing while there were a few patches where the skin and melted away in its entirety.

"You saved me the trouble of finding you," The high priest said, cracking his knuckles. "I was worried you would die trampled underfoot by my army. But now… I get to snap your neck with my own hands. It's going to be… so much more satisfying."

"What's up with priests and their urge to get physical with boys?" he muttered.

Aaran nodded and Darius let him go. While soaring through the air, Aaran fired multiple shots at the high priest. Yet despite his scarred body, the priest expertly dodged all the shots.

Aaran was worried about getting attacked as soon as he landed, but that wasn't the case. The Priest didn't interfere, he merely stood there, waiting for Aaran to get his bearings.

"Shall we begin?" he asked.

Aaran fired the gun in response.

However, the bullet missed. Not because of the defect, but because the priest was just too fast. His body blurred as he closed the distance between them in an instant.

Before Aaran knew it, the priest was standing before him. He swung his fist and Aaran barely had the time to roll to the side. The priest's punch made a hole where he had been seconds ago.

Aaran barely got time to aim when the Priest threw the second punch. At the last second, Darius yanked him back, or else things might not have ended with a simple fracture.

But it wasn't enough, the priest's punch still landed on his ribs. The punch felt like someone hammered him a dozen times at the same spot.

Aaran was flung away, even in pain he wondered how a priest like him had such strong abilities. Not only was he fast, but his strength was nothing to joke about.

"Little liege, let me deal—"

"Get back!" Aaran snarled, taking aim.

Aaran realized the head priest wasn't as weak as he had projected. In fact, he was pretty sure he could even see Darius. That was the only explanation Aaran had considering the priest suddenly changed the direction of his punch when Darius pulled him back.

Aaran shot three abyssal rounds at the priest, but something unexpected happened. The mad priest swatted one bullet aside with his bare hand, dodged the second, and tanked the third in his stomach. He didn't even flinch.

"Is that all?" he laughed. "I had higher expectations from Lucien's son."

Aaran couldn't believe his eyes. Bullets made of darkness should have been his weakness, yet there wasn't a single scratch on the priest's body. Something was wrong, it was almost as if he was immune to darkness.

Aaran looked around, the entire temple was shrouded in darkness. Every single priest was having problems breathing, let alone fight, yet there was nothing wrong with the high priest.

It's almost as if… he has darkness inside him.

Aaran's mind was running as he backpedaled.

The priest's skin, his deformities, and his immunity to darkness.

All of it pointed towards one conclusion.

The Priest had made a contract with a demon!