Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 701: The Legend of The Undying King

Over the last several days, the Machina Massacre had emerged as the hottest discussion among mages throughout the Primordial Expanse. It ranked as one of the goriest slaughters since the Period of Lawlessness, striking with such abruptness that nobody could respond in time before over seventy percent of the Machina population got wiped out! This event stood out as one of the most shocking occurrences in the history of the Primordial Expanse! The Machina had always been regarded as the dominant race in their territory, with their leader viewed as the overseer of his realm, tasked with controlling all other worlds! Yet, everything flipped upside down thanks to a mage originating from a Rank II world that barely appeared on their maps just months earlier!

Nobody was naive enough to overlook the true culprit behind the Machina's downfall. The turn of events caught everyone so off guard that folks were whispering how the formidable race had overreached themselves! A guy who'd only practiced magic for mere months clashed with swarms of Machina troops and confronted the Overlord in combat, and after the frenzied clash, the mage emerged alive while the Machina dwindled to a mere fraction of their former glory! It was crystal clear that Jason Marc orchestrated the Fall of the Machina, and for the first time since the savage Period of Lawlessness, a fresh battlefield legend was taking shape. A figure who withstood legions of Machina fighters and shielded himself from the fury of the world at large. The legend of Jason Marc, the Undying King.

“Hey, did you hear about Jason Marc? They said he was branded as a Black Enigma by the Machina, and he got so angry that he went and destroyed their entire world.”

“I heard he did it to protect his world. The Machina were asking for unreasonable things, and he didn’t want to give it to them.”

“I heard he did it because of some beautiful woman!”

“No way, I heard he’s a tyrant who just loves killing too much! He just used the excuse of the Machina to sate his bloodlust!”

“Hah, this feels like we’re back in the Period of Lawlessness again. Back then, worlds were being destroyed for the most pointless things. Do you remember how the Avarans went about destroying any world that spoke badly about their race? They even eradicated the demons of Raksha without a second thought!”

“But where’s Jason Marc now? No one’s seen him for a while.”

“I heard he was bitten by that former Vympir Queen, Gillian. You remember her, right? She was called the Blood Angel of the Battlefield...”

“Yeah, I remember her! I thought she was dead!”

“No, she was also there when Jason took out the Machina! Apparently, she also had a score to settle with them. Some eyewitnesses from the Vympir race say that Jason took her Blood Oath and he is being inaugurated as the new King of the Vympir race soon.”

“Ehh? That doesn’t even make any sense! I thought he was the King of Earth!”

“No, he isn’t. He’s just a regular citizen from Earth. But the way things are going, I won’t be surprised if I see him taking the title very soon. There’s no one more powerful than Jason Marc in the Primordial Domain right now.”

“Hey, I’ve been hearing something crazy as well. Some people were saying that he fought against Hesabeth and survived the attacks from the world itself. Was that true...?”

“Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but my cousin’s interdimensional friend was also one of the people who managed to survive the massacre, and he says that Jason not only endured the attack from the world, but he also survived an attack from the PRIMORDIAL Lightning Dragon. You know, that rogue PHANTASMAL Beast that travels around the Primordial Expanse inside storms. It appeared and destroyed everything in that world; my friend barely managed to get out alive. But Jason tanked it like he was just taking another stroll through the garden!”

“So, does that mean he’s a PRIMORDIAL now?”

“You know it’s not that easy to become a PRIMORDIAL. No, Jason is still a TITAN, and that only makes it more impressive! If he can already do this as a TITAN, just imagine the things he can do as a PRIMORDIAL! I haven’t been this excited about watching someone grow since the Period of Lawlessness! This is even more impressive than the growth of the Avaran King!”

Talks much like these spread across the Primordial Expanse among the numerous worlds informed of the Machina's collapse and the emergence of the Undying King. These discussions grew so widespread that even those who typically shunned the realm's politics and rumors now took notice of this individual known as Jason Marc. In a remote world beyond the Ten Main domains, a tribe of Primordials learned of Jason’s latest exploits, and the strength he commanded caught the eye of the Lord leading this Primordial Tribe. Folks dubbed Jason the 'Undying King'. Such a title and might weren't for just anybody, and the Primordial understood that this Undying King wielded the very power they'd sought for ages. The Primordial Lord swiftly readied himself to head to the central Citadel. He needed to relay this intelligence to their Celestial King without delay!

Elsewhere in the Primordial Expanse, upon a war-torn world engulfed in fierce and gore-soaked conflicts for the previous ten years, a young woman positioned herself beneath the relentless crimson downpour and surveyed the corpses littering the area around her. This young woman belonged to no faction here, nor did she have any stake in this fight. She operated as a hired blade, a wanderer across countless worlds hunting for challenging combats that could forge her greater power. Provided the payment sufficed, she'd gladly swing her weapon at any foe you named. Her name was Valeria Marc, the second offspring of Richard Marc, the King of the Avarans' fifth spouse. Valeria brandished dual swords forged from dark obsidian alloy. She stood tall, her features bearing a striking allure that seemed at odds with her lethal aura! Rain plastered her cropped black locks to her cheeks and throat, while the crimson stains on her blades rinsed away in streams, merging with the sanguine torrent coursing across the field of strife.

The conflict had dragged on endlessly, claiming most of her fellow fighters, yet Valeria remained indifferent knowing victory was theirs. At this moment, her thoughts fixated on a snippet she'd overheard from a comrade mercenary just moments prior. A fresh legend was unfolding in the Primordial Expanse. Someone had at last annihilated that wretched Machina Race, earning acclaim as the Undying King. A warrior from a Rank II world who ascended to TITAN Rank swifter than any before him. Valeria felt utterly convinced that this Jason Marc was her half-brother. She couldn't explain her certainty, but deep down, she trusted her instinct. If Jason held such immense might, he might just be the key to fulfilling her ambition. Valeria scanned the battlefield anew, her grip tightening furiously on her blades. It fell short. For nearly three decades, she'd roamed war zones, extracting every lesson battle offered. But now, the hour had come to assemble companions for her genuine quest. And she resolved that her initial ally in chasing her grandest aspiration would be her half-brother, Jason Marc.