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get destroyed before then. Despite all of that, they were strong and would last longer than this battle would and that was all I needed. I checked on Bob as my zombie creations attacked the remaining werewolves in the area. He seemed to be ok, he had just fainted.

“Healing Angel Hands,” I spoke the name of my healing technique. I reached down and placed my hands on Bob as they glowed golden and power flowed from my hands into Bob. I wanted to make absolutely sure he was ok. I let out a deep sigh as I realized that Bob was my damsel in distress. I realized I had taken a wrong turn somewhere in my life.

Bob regained consciousness, looked around, and immediately hid behind me in terror because we were surrounded by zombies. He did his best to use me as a meat shield. From the way the living werewolves were tearing through my zombies it appeared that my creations wouldn’t last for much longer. A zombie werewolf may not feel pain, but it also doesn’t have a werewolf’s natural super healing nor its incredibly fast reflexes. For every three of my zombies that fell at least one werewolf would be dragged down with them only to rise again as my dead servant.

Another witch managed to kill one werewolf with a lightning spell only to have a werewolf come up from behind her and rip her throat out. People on both sides continued to die, replenishing my forces as they did.

I didn’t stand back and hide behind my zombies like most necromancers. I was right in the middle of battle with them, doing my best to increase the body count. I noticed Crowley off to the side chewing on a werewolf’s leg bone. He had gnawed it clean.

Another creature stepped through the dimensional tear just in time to see the fight. A large grin appeared on its face. It didn’t appear to be a werewolf, but looked like a normal human. The look in its eyes showed that it was anything but normal. He had long brown hair, average build, and was a little taller than an average human. If it wasn’t for the way all the werewolves avoided him, I would have thought he was just another student. As he started to walk toward us I sensed that this one was especially dangerous.

I turned and grabbed Bob and tossed him away from the fight. Thanks to my enhanced strength he flew several feet into the air and landed outside the summoning grounds turned battlefield. He hit the ground hard and rolled, but he appeared to be ok.

One of my zombies moved between me and the newcomer. With a wide swing of his arm he hit the zombie. It wasn’t very impressive until the force of the blow turned the zombie into meat paste. The stranger suddenly started to run, moving with incredible speed towards me. A werewolf ran between us and without stopping he backhanded the creature, turning the top half of the werewolf into a spray of blood and meat paste in an instant. The only thing left of the werewolf was his waist down. This guy’s strength was beyond my imagination.

I pushed Withering Fist to the max, my entire arms were glowing black. I continued to focus all the death qi within myself and the abundant death qi in the air into my arms. The black flames began to cover my shoulders and eventually my chest. I had a breakthrough in my mastery of the Withering Fist in that moment. The man, no, the monster was wearing a sneer on his face and watching me as he continued to move in my direction. I reached even harder inside of myself, pulling out as much death qi as I could. Soon the black energy of the Withering Fist was covering my entire body.

When he came within punching range, I punched him straight in the face. When I drew back my fist, instead of a dead man he stood there completely fine. He still had that sneer on his face. So I hit him an additional sixteen times in his face to be on the safe side. When I stopped he was still wearing that sneer, and he wasn’t even scratched. He had even stuck out his neck to make it easier for me to punch him in the face.

I punched again, throwing all my strength and weight behind the punch.

Once again he appeared to be unhurt.

The punch didn’t even rock him backwards. It was like hitting a brick wall. He looked me in the eyes and his sneer grew even wider. At that moment I noticed his eyes were solid black.

“You’re a lot stronger than the other young ones. I think I’ll take you back as a trophy.”

I immediately jumped backwards and summoned my skeleton mage. The ring shot from my finger as it transformed. Standing in front of me was my protector, my skeleton mage I had worked so hard to create. The gem on its forehead was glowing bright blue. It raised its hands and shot several jets of water at my attacker. Each blast was compressed and shot with extremely high force. Each blast traveled faster than most bullets. Each blast was useless.

A piece of the monster’s arm was blown off, along with part of his face, chest, and leg. He looked surprised for about a millisecond, then a small smiled crawled across his face. The hole in his chest was the size of a softball and it healed in less than three seconds.

The stone on the skeleton mage glowed again. It raised its arms and rapid fired ice spikes, impaling the monster. He stood there unconcerned as he slowly reached for the spikes. One at a time he pulled them out and tossed each one on the ground, his wounds healing instantly. He took his time removing all of the ice spikes, with that ever present sneer never leaving his face.

“You can’t hurt