Global Awakening: Monster Taming Necromancer Chapter 72: Darkness and throne

Jael stood up and began to approach the monster again and it imdiately focused its attention on him like a laser beam. "Why don't you just leave if you don't like disturbance so much?"

"Be careful, Jael; the monster's skill is not sothing to sneezed at," Litha warned.

"Don't worry, I got it." He said.

He began to walk closer, and he didn't show his aura; his green eyes just locked steadily on the monster. "I'm thinking of a sneak attack since it seems to be reacting to my unholy magic, maybe it can hurt it.....!!"

He suddenly sent his magic surging forward in a blast of green hand, but the monster was waiting just for that, and the seconds he began to use his power– it also unleashed its own.

The monster didn't use an area attack this ti; no, it sent its gravity force like a big ball and hit him in the chest with it. Wham! Jael was sent jetted back like a flunged catapult and again, smashed into a tree.

It was more painful this ti because his ankle got caught in it, and it reminded him of when his leg smacked the table back on Earth. Very painful experience.

His eyes blazed as he struggled to his feet, he rubbed his chest. "Just a bit more, and you'd have crushed my chest."

"Jael? Are you okay? Maybe you should stop for now." Litha called. She was breathing hard herself and was leaning against a tree, holding onto it for support.

"Are you alright?"

"Just that the Onus is Just a little heavier, and it's digging its claws even harder. Little bastard." She scowled.

The monster was ignoring her, it was focused on Jael and his next move. So he began to walk towards it again; raising his two hands, he knew the monster's reaction speed was fast, and it was very sensitive to mana usage.

'There has to be a way to bypass that,' Jael thought. He stopped in front of the monster, and they began to stare at each other; the Onus's face was too expressive for Jael's liking.

Everyone watched how he wanted to attack next, even the monster was watching intently. He looked at Litha and knew this was sothing he had to do because the monster was already the size of a four-year-old.

The problem is how to fight the monster without killing them both. 'An undead spirit and a Necromancer' Jael nearly chuckled. 'Shouldn't it be easy?'

What he did know was that no amount of subtlety will work. He'll have to fight like a bull here, so he began to circulate his Unholy magic inside, stimulating it and got it going. Once his inside was filled with so much power that his eyes blazed with it, he attacked!

He used his Unholy magic, not like hands this ti but he sent it out in a straight like like a spear. The monster attacked just as fast and sent force slamming into him, but Jael's attack landed first, and the Unholy attack hooked the monster in the stomach!

Jael staggered but he wasn't sent crashing back because he already hooked himself with the monster, but his cheek and neck still stung. "You...! I'm beginning to find things even more annoying than goblins!"

"Now let's see what I can do with this!" Jael said now that a line was strung of magic between them. "Tim! Can you find a way to deflect its attacks for while I do..whatever it is I can do?"

Tim ca by his side and struck out his hand and the space in front of them boiled and ripped. "I'll hold it for now."

"Now then," Jael said. The connection with the spirit felt oily as if he was touching on cold grease with his bare hands. He felt a lot of flashes from the monster as it look to fight him too, then the two of them went at it.

Jael sent a bolt of shock down the temporary connection, and the monster sent its own back. Jael jerked, and the monster jerked; suddenly, darkness rolled between them, and Jael suddenly found himself in a dark space.

"Where am I ?" Jael looked around the space. All that covered him was darkness, a thick, rolling one. But there are another source of light around, too. "Is..this ?"

Jael could see his whole body and not, as if he was looking from outside his body and he also saw himself from his eyes. He was sitting on a throne made of bones, and his whole body was made of flas– bright green solid fire.

A crown hovered above his head; it was shrouded in darkness, so he didn't know what it looked like or what it was made with. "What is this I'm wearing? Like so young lord in a Chinese face slapping novel."

In front of him were two goblins, the war chief and its subordinate, and beside him on the right side stood Hermit. His monster appeared in its true form and all Jael could do was stare.

Hermit was far taller than him, a mass of flesh with nurous maws on its body. Fangs flash and disappear, and it didn't keep one shape as it kept changing. From a two-legged walking monster to a single-legged one.

"Hermit?" He shuddered as it kept changing form, but one constant thing was that it kept its eyes on Jael whenever it changed. "So this is how you look."

Beneath them, the floor glowed as words written in green fire flared. "I'm in so kind of dark space that spread so far I can't even comprehend it. I'm sitting on a throne and surrounded by my monsters. And is this a page of Codex beneath ?"

"Is this so kind of mind space?"

"Wait," Jael suddenly sat up. "What brought here? The Onus! That bastard! Where is it!" He stood up and there it was, glowing with silver light.