The Black Necromancer

"Who are you?" The one with the most eye catching aura among them all stepped forward and asked Michael.

"Who I am is not important right now. What is important is the fact that the Black Fang gang will cease to exist after tonight." Michael said calmly.

"You..." The man growled angrily and his hair suddenly burst into grey flames.

Michael looked up at that point with interest. "A Werewolf with fire magic. Unique." He said simply when taking the situation of Earth into consideration. Normally, he would have expected to see a Werewolf with plain physical power.

"You ant! Kill him!" The Werewolf, who was the First Executive of the Black Fang gang, ordered everyone. Himself and the other executives also jumped forward to do battle with Michael. They had seen how he had taken care of everyone earlier, so they did not dare underestimate him.

Michael threw his blazer to the side and it vanished, before jumping forward as well. He did not want to overdo, and intentionally toned down his power to the level of this world. That was because if he wanted to do more, then he would need to use his own Divinity to push at the Laws of the world. Already, the power he had shown earlier was at the max of what was allowed in this world. That only meant that somewhere in the world, there was a mage of such power.

Whoosh!

A fireball was sent at Michael's face, but he easily dodged it and held up his hand to the side of his face, just as the fireball exploded. But he conjured a gust of wind that blew the fire onto another person, while simultaneously using his legs to step onto the faces of two people in front of him.

The Werewolf with grey flames charged forward, claws and fangs bared to bite and scratch Michael. His power was equivalent to that of a Low D rank back on Datar.

"I have you now!" He declared with eyes that dripped with bloodlust. His clothes had ripped at the seams as they struggled to hold his larger, furry form.

Michael simply made a gesture and an invisible hand smacked the man on his face, sending him spiraling into a pillar at the side. He got up angrily with his nose dripping blood before rushing forward again.

"Ha!" A woman with a slender but well endowed figure raised her hands in the air, and a small portal appeared. A being made of fire stepped through before the portal closed. The fiery being was an elemental summon which she had called forth to fight for her. Elemental summoners were quite rare in Datar. In fact, Summoners as a whole were rare, which made it harder to find Elemental Summoners.

The elemental held its arms out and two pillars of fire burned through the air, coming straight at Michael. Michael held up his hand and a larger pillar of wind engulfed the two pillars of fire before plunging through the elemental and destroying it.

Screeeech!

A green haired girl with a petite frame appeared from behind a pillar and screamed, letting out a sonic screech that was meant to disorient Michael. The sonic screech slammed into a barrier around Michael then bounced around, sending the entire defense army into disarray.

Lightning sparked through the air around Michael before turning into a miniature storm that bombarded the barrier around Michael, creating cracks all through it. Before Michael could patch up the cracks, a furry fist crashed into it, destroying it and turning it into a flurry of dissipating shards of mana.

"Got you." The Werewolf grinned viciously as he thought that he could finally get rid of Michael. However, his victorious expression was replaced with one of shock and disbelief as Michael caught his wrist and pulled him closer. He opened his mouth to counter with a bite to Michael's neck, but before he could, a powerful force collided with his abdomen, forcing his eyes wide open.

'Impossible! Power that is stronger than me? Only the boss...' The man could barely think as his body was sent slamming into the pillar from earlier. This time, he broke through the entire pillar and took longer to get back on his feet.

"Alright, time to wrap this up." Michael clapped his hands as he looked around. Already, over half of the people that had come out to fight him were sprawled all over the large hall that was just after the entrance. They had been knocked out either by Michael, or the earlier sonic screech.

"You're right." Suddenly, a voice echoed from the top of the stairs and Michael looked up. A man wearing a long, black coat was standing at the top of the stairs. He was bald and his head was covered in tattoos. The Black Fang tattoo was imprinted just below his eye.

"You must be the boss here?" Michael raised a brow. The man gave off the aura of a Mid-High D rank.

"Indeed. I do not know who you are, but if I had to guess, then might you be the mysterious head of the White Ghosts?" The bald man asked, his black eyes flashing.

"The White Ghosts? No. I am just a random person who was caught up in the schemes of one of your underlings, Damian King." Michael explained.

"I see. I should have known that Andrew would have someone strong watching over their back." The man said.

"You're wrong. As I said, I am just a random person caught up in the whole issue. But because of that, I have decided to wipe out the Black Fangs." Michael smiled mysteriously.

"Very well then. If you can defeat me, then you may do as you wish to the Black Fangs. However, I must warn you." The man said, taking off his coat and standing in plain black trousers and a black turtle neck. "It won't be easy to beat me, Morgan Black."

"We'll see. Since you have introduced yourself, let me introduce myself too. I am Michael." Michael smiled mockingly and gave a small bow.