The Necromancer's Church Management Manual

The church management manual radiated a scorching heat, causing Garr to instinctively clutch his chest.

Zane gripped the fire sword formed from magic, his veins bulging. In the next instant, the fire sword transformed into a long dragon and charged towards Gar.

Grayson rushed to Garr's side as fast as he could, raised his bone shield, and blocked the chaotic sword strike.

But the aftershocks of the scorching fire dragon still set the entire black robe ablaze.

Grayson was not faring much better; the bone shield he held melted the moment it came into contact with the flames. The fire sword was unstoppable, even melting a deep gash in the hard black armor.

Zane didn't stop there; he immediately followed up with another slash.

Grayson stared intently at Zane's movements, slamming the half-broken bone shield onto the ground. Instantly, a wall made of withered bones appeared in front of him.

The Wall of Sighs.

However, the difference between Gold and Platinum levels is enormous, and Grayson's defense is nothing to Zane.

The raging flames spun rapidly, forming a spectacular firestorm that instantly destroyed the Wall of Sighs with overwhelming force, melting and disappearing Grayson along with it.

"Madman!" Gar quickly retreated several steps. Grayson's necromancer contract completely dissipated, and he lost a major general!

"This is a fucking gray area. You dare to start a fight in the street like this? Don't you want to live?"

"I'm not trash!" Zane's world was now devoid of outsiders' voices. He was immersed in the humiliation of his childhood and desperately wanted to prove himself.

A raging fire, accompanied by a storm, swept through Gar.

"Damn it!" Why doesn't this guy listen to me?!

The fiery storm ignored everything and crashed straight into Gar. Gar knew he couldn't dodge it at all, so he gritted his teeth and swung Hephaestus's staff, desperately mobilizing every bit of spiritual power in his body to condense a translucent light membrane in front of him.

Light Wall Technique.

One is simply not enough!

Three floors, five floors, ten floors!

The raging storm swept away everything in its path, shattering dozens of layers of light barrier magic in an instant.

But the Light Barrier spell did slow the storm, and Garr retreated to the black market without hesitation.

With his current strength, he couldn't defeat Zane, so he had to let the administrators deal with them.

Zane emerged from the storm of flames and watched Garr flee in disarray. The anger that had been building up in his chest for ten years seemed to find release at that moment.

What... so this is all you're capable of?

So, it turns out that all you can do in front of me now is run away!

Weak, too weak. Why don't you use your swordsmanship, which was once praised by Kazan, at all now? Are you afraid?

"Haha... What's wrong, Andrew! Weren't you so arrogant during practice?" His pupils shrank, and his lips quickly parted into a strange smile.

"Trash! Now, you're the trash! Andrew, you should just die now, so that Father can completely forget you—that's the best ending!"

He gripped the fire sword, his body unconsciously becoming lighter, even his steps becoming exceptionally arrogant.

"Oh, right, Andrew, you seem to still have a bounty on you! If I hand you over to the Federation, I'll get those three hundred dragon-patterned gold coins. As long as it's three hundred gold coins, I'm sure I can turn the tables!"

"Andrew, why is your staff covered with a black cloth? Is it of very good quality? You could probably get a lot of money by pawning it to Boss Anthony."

"Andrew...Andrew!"

"I told you to stop! You piece of trash! All you can do now is run around like a rat!"

Suddenly, Garr stopped and turned to look coldly at Zane, his face almost overflowing with indifference and mockery.

That expression is exactly the same as it was ten years ago.

Disdain, mockery.

I'm clearly the hunter now!

"What kind of look is that, Andrew!"

Garr only replied with two words.

"Idiot!"

He raised his hand hidden in his sleeve, and a radiant light spell, instantly infused with a large amount of magic, burst forth with dazzling light, emanating tens of thousands of lumens of light from him throughout the gray area.

Zain's vision was instantly obscured by the dazzling light, and tears streamed down his face in pain. Even with his eyes closed, the radiant white halo lingered.

"Now, Hans!"

From the shadows behind Zane, Hans appeared like a ghost, holding a short blade that emitted black energy in reverse. With a swift motion, he plunged the blade into Zane's shoulder.

"Ah!" Zane stumbled back several steps and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

He struggled to rub his eyes, grabbing the fire sword and swinging it wildly, trying to find the culprit who had stabbed him, but Hans immediately disappeared into the shadows after successfully launching the sneak attack.

"Despicable! Andrew, is this the only way you can defeat me now?"

Gar ignored him completely. Taking advantage of the few seconds Zane was rubbing his eyes, he immediately ran into the black market. Only then did he feel the throbbing pain in his arm. He had poured all his magic into his hand just now, just to release that more powerful light spell to simulate the effect of a flashbang in actual combat.

As it turned out, this surprise attack was extremely effective, successfully blinding Zane and inflicting a few seconds of hard crowd control. This bought him a brief moment, allowing him to quickly enter the black market and escape Zane.

It was this madman who caused him to lose a Gold-level undead for nothing. What a huge loss!

If it weren't for the fact that they were in a gray area and it wasn't wise to cause trouble, he would have really considered killing his foolish younger brother.

With the loss of a powerful fighter, the subsequent plans have become even more difficult.

Alas, my current strength is too weak to confront these potential dangers head-on.

It seems that while recruiting followers, it is also necessary to improve the level of the necromancer, otherwise he is not sure if he can withstand the same danger next time.

He quickly reached the exit of the black market, left without hesitation, and put the Faceless Man mask back on in the alleys of the inner city, changing back into his original attire.

After Zane's eyes adjusted to the light, Gar had already disappeared. He angrily pounded the ground, ignoring the blood gushing from the wound on his shoulder, hating himself for being too arrogant and failing to catch Gar.

It seems I won't be able to get the 300 gold coins reward.

No way, that's my money! It was practically in my mouth, how can I just throw it away?

He immediately got up, ready to search for Garr's whereabouts in the gray area again.

Just then, he stopped, his gaze fixed on one direction.

A middle-aged man dressed in a tailored suit was leaning against the wall, his eyes full of amusement.

"Melison... Boss." Zane's hands trembled involuntarily, and the fire sword in his hand went out instantly as if it had been doused with cold water.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

Meleson clapped lightly, as if he were a moviegoer who had just enjoyed an interesting street performance.

He emerged slowly from the shadows, approached the stiff-faced Zane, and began to speak:

"Count Zane, I never imagined that someone as esteemed as a berserker like yourself could be defeated by your necromancer brother?"

His tone was chilling, causing Zane to tremble as if he were facing a being a hundred times more terrifying than Andrew.

"By the way, you know what the consequences are if you break the rules here, right?"