All People: Poor Necromancer, Ten Thousand Bones Form an Army

Everyone said necromancers were trash until they saw me. Mages afraid of close combat? I cast [Necromantic Armor]. Mages run out of mana? I cast [Chain Forbidden Spells]. Gods descend, arrogant, saying they will punish mortals. I (looking up): Since they've died once, they're basically undead, right? Trigger: [Concept Grant: Everything Can Be Necromanced]. God: What are you doing? Don't come near me! Result: All gods and buddhas were reorganized into undead phalanxes, neatly moving bricks on construction sites. From then on, the mythological era ended, and the White Eagle era arrived. "The world doesn't need gods, just a necromancer boss who can stack infinite tags."