Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

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The entire ordeal was finally over, Belphegor was dead, and the city was saved from being utterly destroyed… All while they took care of 90% of the Warlocks forces in this entire incident.

Indeed, they used that many to entrap them, trying to ensure their deaths at all costs, but at the end, they were the ones that ended lowering their numbers drastically, with both of Maleficus strongest right hand and left hand now dead.

The people across the city of Sapphire Temple felt a sense of relief in their hearts as they saw the monster be defeated and taken away. Their eyes shining brightly as they realized there were heroes watching over them, that fought for them, and protected them from their demise.

"W-We're saved? We are not dead yet?"

"What just happened there? Did… nothing happened?"

"A big dragon appeared and brought it away…"

"I also saw other people with the dragon, it wasn't alone!"

"Yeah… But what was that thing?"

The people started talking with one another about what had occurred, they felt relieved the beast was gone, but questions were beginning to emerge in their hearts.

Why such a monster appeared?

Where did it even come from?

And why didn't any of the church paladins, or even the Saintess did a single thing to repel it?

It felt as if they had been paying for taxes and the water for nothing, none of them ever came to their aid, none of them even came to tell them some relieving words.

Not even a small lie to calm their hearts! Nothing!

The people that had been tortured and abused all these years, were given water out of nowhere inside of all their houses, and now, they were saved by outsiders.

They were beginning to realize the injustices of this place, and that not everything was hopeless either. There were people working in the shadows to help them…

Things were not hopeless.

"Tch… What with those eyes?" Saintess Emilia glanced through the window of the church, noticing thousands of people glaring at the church with incredible rage. "Hey, where is Maleficus at?! I called him a while ago and he's not here! The monster is gone but what the heck was that?!"

The Paladins had little answers for her, suffering her tyrannical anger and her insults as they kept trying to find the Warlock, who only glanced into the skies, with a rather sinister smile.

"Hehehe… Belphegor… your sacrifice will not be wasted, old friend." He glanced into the distance as his hands held a black crystal, containing the will of something darker and sinister.

It slowly absorbed dozens of souls and void energy that was left behind after Belphegor died, all the souls of the former members of the Warlocks, and several Fragments of the Void of Belphegor's own soul.

FLUOSH!

The black crystal gathered enough energy, glowing with a bright red aura, the smile of Maleficus grew more sinister and twisted as he saw this occur.

"Excellent, we got what we wanted." He nodded. "We might have failed on killing them, but this is certainly not that bad, isn't it? Now, let's go back to our headquarters."

"But master, Saintess Emilia wants a word with you…!"

"Tch, why should I care what that spoiled girl wants?" Scuffed Maleficus. "Tell her that I'm busy trying to find a way to kill those bastards, so she better not bother me until then…"

"Very well…" One of the warlocks went to communicate this to a Paladin nearby.

FLASH!

A black gate opened in front of Maleficus as he stepped towards it with the rest of his warlocks, entering the depths of the Pyramid Dungeon deep underground.

In the depths of this dungeon which they had now taken over, Maleficus walked into a large room, where a large, crystalized human-like figure rested in the middle of a gigantic magic circle.

It seemed to have been blue, but it was completely contaminated with black and purple colors, several of its crystal parts have been cut down.

And one of such fragments was the crystal the old vampire warlock held on his hands, a malefic slime, befitting of his name, surged on his old and dry lips.

"Hehehe! My lord, you're closer than ever for your resurrection now!"

The crystal flew away from his hands, fusing back into the crystal's figure chest, perfectly fitting on a cracked spherical-

shaped core.

FLAAASH!

The entire figure began to glow with malicious and dark energies the moment the fragment unified back to it, sharing the harvest it had gathered, of many powerful souls, Void Fragments created by Belphegor's aberrant form, and more…

RUMBLE!

For that split of a second, the crystal figure moved, its aura erupting with so much force it made the entire dungeon tremble.

"Ahahaha! Yes…! Yes! My great lord! Your resurrection is very close now!" The warlock celebrated as he laughed evilly.

"…"

However, it suddenly stopped moving, and remained on a lethargic state… However, Maleficus heard a voice whispering into his mind.

"The soul… Bring me the soul of that child… I need it… Its powers… With that… my ascension… Will become a reality…"

Ascension…

Whatever this entity's true identity was, it desired the soul of Celes, the reincarnation of the Divine Spirit of the Oasis to achieve this next form, a new evolution of its own self.

To ascend into something anew, and stronger, to become its own entity, and no longer simply be known as a Fragment of somebody else.

"Yes, my great lord." Maleficus nodded. "We shall prepare ourselves to take that child's soul as soon as we can. But for now, I hope our sacrifices can be of any use…"

"Hurry."

After those words, the voice stopped speaking, yet Maleficus felt his connection with this entity growing even stronger.

He was a Warlock after all, a powerful magician that gained magic powers beyond what a human could ever achieve by creating pacts with powerful entities.

Be it magical beings, spiritual beings, divine beings, or demonic beings…

And his pact with this entity had become even stronger, his power rising.

"I shall, my lord."

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