Narik knew the lesser sins to be strong but he wasn't exactly certain if they were strong enough to take on possibly all of the champions, not even thinking about anyone else that could be involved, at least he knew from Greed that Mylhart should still be unable to fight, Wrath Of The Gods wouldn't have been able to completely such heavy damage, especially when the influence of a sin should have been left alongside it, even if minimal.
Ingratitude, Euthanasia, Sacrilege, Occult, Suicide and Abuse, six lesser sins, some of which were either ineffective in direct combat or not strong enough to take on a champion for long, they would be useful as support but if they couldn't force them to spread thin, everyone would just be crushed too quickly for support to matter.
Occult was his best bet but like most of the sins, he was susceptible to the holy and pretty much all champions had a high affinity which they had somewhat trained for the holy and he was a huge target.
Not to mention Greed and Envy booked it already without leaving Lukewarmness, his aura of failure would have certainly been useful.
None of them is strong enough to keep such a numerous and individually powerful group at bay by themselves.
'I should be able to fight two of them without problem but that wouldn't be enough and Minimil knows my tricks...' scratching his metallic head, the necromancer felt cornered, there was the possibility that his predictions weren't true and that not as many people would show up but he needed to think about the worst case scenario and they didn't have what it take to win against that.
'Would they also be there? Then Oath Breaker would also be able to pitch in... His powers could really turn the tid-' his thoughts were interrupted as a pristine white feather floated down in front of his eyes, he instinctively extended his hand to catched it.
'?'
"Your situation doesn't look too well necromancer" the stern voice of Wrath reached his ears, turning around, he saw her just standing there, having arrived here without making a sound.
"Yes... Indeed" he responded.
"Let me help you a bit, Vainglory wouldn't like to lose some of her forces" she said as took the feather from his hand.
"Vainglory?"
"You are a warrior are you not?" she suddenly asked, her expression stayed the same but Narik could feel the air shift a little.
"I guess you could say that"
'She's more menacing than usual, what is she even doing here? I thought she was searching for something...'
She handed the feather back to him and it dissolved into particles the second he took it back.
Two gorgeous white wings sprouted from her back, a single flap was enough to propel her out of the necromancer's sight but the powerful movement hadn't even slightly pushed him back, he hadn't felt any strong gust.
"I hadn't thought angels to look so gruff" commented Euthanasia, the sheep walked out of the darkness, still looking like a cute little sheep at the moment, from the front at least.
"Even the servants of the gods are still burdened with sins it seems" he added afterward with a frown.
A large amount of flies suddenly flew around them, all converging into a single point and taking the shape and then the appearance of a man, most hair on his skull were gone, having seemingly been plucked out, his gaze was shaky and crazed, he wore nothing apart from old trousers secured to his malnousrished body with a rope around his waist.
His teeth were horribly stained and his nails were cracked or completely gone, leaving only bloody skin, the reason for that was clear as the man in question brutally bit into one of his more intact nails, immediately drawing blood.
His body was covered in various scars and injuries.
He seemed about to say something but instead bit down on his hand while muttering something, apparently punishing himself for what he was about to say.
Suicide would be able to completely hold at least one person and so indefinitely if the situation was good, he was completely immortal after all.
Not so far, a vague shape could distinguished, looking like a human shaped current of gas in the air, his whispers could be heard at the moment but none of what he said mattered, he only kept repeating the same words over and over again, since he wasn't trying to do anything at the moment, it didn't go any further.
Unlike Suicide, Abuse couldn't actually hold anyone back, he had no physical body and could only touch those deeply affected by him already, the mental aspect of his ability was subpar and wouldn't work much on anyone the strength of the people coming, only small fry could be truly affected.
The stronger would notice the physical consequences of his presence and take their distances quickly.
Futher away, coming over in a strange way, chopped off limbs appeared, with the arms carrying a crowned head while moving using the flat surface granted by the fact that they had been cleanly cut to walk over, the limbs had a weird gravity to them, as if they weren't treated the same as everything else, they somewhat floated in the air with their movements.
The head was hardly recognisable, covered in wrinkles and seemingly flaccid flaps of skin, with a long beard and long hair that dragged on the floor.
Sacrilege could severely debuff enemies but that was pretty much it, the former king still had to rely on other to fight for him, his limbs didn't have the strength for combat.
This team wasn't perfect but with Wrath here, it should be able to do the job, Narik hadn't seen her fight but he could recognise someone strong, she reminded him of when he had first met Ithelisemou, at the time had hadn't been able to correctly gauge his strength and had been defeated.
Now, he could tell that he didn't stand a change against the sin even if he went all out, evaluating what she was capable of when she was so far ahead was difficult but he had no doubts that she would be perfectly well.
As for him, he already knew who he would be facing, she would immediately go for him for certain after all.