My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

532  Chapter 532: The Credits

Even though they wanted to ask him about the artifact and the blood demon, they knew it wasn't the right time. Everyone had their own secrets, and if Eren wanted to share, he would have done so already.

Instead, she asked about the man Eren was carrying in his arm.

"The entire Triad Clan is dead. We need someone to open the portal, so I kept him alive," Eren said, raising the man's body to reveal he was still breathing, though passed out from pain.

The chain remained wrapped around his neck, repeatedly draining his life essence to keep him weaker.

The blood demon walked over and handed the weapon to Eren.

Eren took the weapon, noticing the gazes of the three girls taking another subtle glance at the weapon.

"It's something I found in the Holy Church. It seems to be an artifact she had prepared for the war on the Northern Continent," he gave a short explanation, which couldn't be far from the truth.

"It's also thanks to the method I found inside the Holy Church, that I learned the method to create the Blood Demons," he further added, giving even more credit to the Holy Priestess to avoid explaining any further.

It wasn't as if she was going to come back to live and expose him. The dead were the best secret keepers in this world.

If there were any further unexplainable things in the future, he already knew who deserved the credit.

He bit his thing and let more drops of his blood fall to the ground, summoning more blood demons.

Before long, there were already twenty blood demons that could use mana, just like him. Unlike his real clone which had a face and personality, these clones couldn't take a proper human physique.

They were already in the form of a blood demon, with a body made purely of blood. However, they also had additional advantage over his clone.

While his clone could die from even the slightest of wounds it received from anyone other than him, these clones could keep fighting. Even if they were destroyed, they could recover as long as he could keep supplying mana.

As long as he didn't die, his blood demons were also not going to die. The only flaw was the mana consumption to maintain them.

However, that flaw was further covered by another advantage of theirs, which was that they could use mana just like him. They could also use artefacts that were tied to him.

The mana consumption to use those artefacts by then was almost two or three times more than it would have been if he used them, but it was worth it if he was fighting more than one enemies, like in the present case.

The Blood Demons started clearing the rubble around the area, trying to locate the portal formation.

.....

"Please kill me! I don't want to live without them! I never should've tried to fight you!"

Eren cried at the top of his lungs while the Necromancer stood proudly with his foot resting over Eren's head.

Next to Eren was the corpse of the phoenix, along with a few other bodies that were beyond recognisable.

The Necromancer grinned, watching the suffering of Eren, who had been more proud before him.

"I will forgive you, after I reanimate your corpse as an undead. As my forgiveness, you will have the privilege to serve you even in your death."

The Necromancer stomped his foot, crushing Eren's skull into a puddle of blood and flesh.

The Necromancer started laughing coldly. However, just as he was enjoying the process, he saw the Tower Master appear in front of him.

"Master, I took care of the enemies!" He respectfully answered.

"That is good." The Tower Master nodded, tapping the cheeks of the Shadow Council member lightly.

The Necromancer was slightly surprised by the Tower Master's strange behaviour but he still enjoyed the compliment. However, the Tower Master didn't stop.

He kept hitting his cheeks. Soon, the light taps changed into proper slaps.

"Master, it hurts," he exclaimed, but the Tower Master didn't stop.

The slaps only became stronger.

"Master, it hurts!" The Necromancer said louder, feeling a sharp pain in his cheeks.

"Master? When did I become your master?" The Tower Master asked, before slapping him again.

"Master!" The Necromancer exclaimed, opening his eyes abruptly. His face had almost swollen red, with the pain being even stronger.

"Are you finally awake?" A voice fell in his ears.

With his vision becoming clear, he noticed Eren sitting in front of him. His hands were tied behind his back by the same chain that was tied around his neck.

"I thought I would have to keep slapping you all night long, until you woke up," Eren told the Necromancer, who was in disbelief.

He didn't believe that this was real. He had actually lost? He lost to a random person who wasn't even an Overlord? Not only did he lose, but the entire council lost.

"Who are you?" he asked Eren, still in disbelief.

"I suppose you can call me an old friend of your Tower Master. So, would you be kind enough to open a path so I could meet my old friend?" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Eren stepped aside, revealing a portal formation that had fortunately not been destroyed completely. Even the minor damage was repaired by Zia who had some basic knowledge about formations.

"What made you think that I will help you? Even if I die, I won't do as you ask. You can go and screw yourself." The Necromancer closed his eyes.

Even if he couldn't win, it didn't mean that he was going to surrender to Eren and start begging for his life like a pathetic dog.

He was going to die with dignity. Because if he betrayed the Tower Master now, then his death was going to be even more pathetic. He was going to suffer even in his death if he betrayed the Tower Master.