169. Become My Undead
After the Goddess’s ruins incident, before returning, White Miry was escorting Liya to the surface when they encountered an unexpected situation. The two apostles of the Necrolord, who had originally retreated, now blocked their path.
But for the undead, White Miry was their god. Whether powerful or not, White Miry was a true “Grim Reaper.” Her ability to control the undead was even greater than the Necrolord’s, making her Fred’s most successful “creation.”
The two undead were quickly “subdued” by White Miry and brought to her undead palace. And coincidentally, both of them were high-level undead. Although their contribution to the dragon race’s combat power wasn’t decisive, it was definitely significant.
White Miry’s undead palace was built in a mountain, like a magnificent mountain city. The platform extending out, like a helipad, was a full four thousand square meters. Four white stone pillars supported the palace entrance. Standing on the edge, one had to look up to see the entire palace gate.
The two bone dragon guards had transformed into different appearances after White Miry’s power increased.
They were originally two tall statues, but quickly transformed into human form after seeing their master.
One of them was a dragon woman with azure hair, tied in a high ponytail. Her slightly androgynous figure was clad in a robe and uniform representing White Scale, her pale, bloodless face devoid of any emotion.
And the other was a female dragon with long pink hair. She had a tall figure and full features similar to Liya’s, her uniform appearing a little tight around her chest, her eyes glowing with a ghostly blue light.
—Her appearance was actually somewhat similar to Liya’s.
“The generals of the dragon race from years past, the Dragon King’s two strongest guards… Now, they can also recover their former appearance.”
Liya said with emotion.
She walked up to the pink-haired bone dragon and gently stroked her hair. And the latter, her eyes dominated by necromantic magic, actually showed a flicker of emotion, as if she wanted to embrace the dragon before her in the next second.
“Mom…”
“Liya said with a smile, ‘I came to see you again. How have you been today? I’ll have White Miry let you rest more~'”
Although she was chatting, Liya knew her mother couldn’t reply. These undead were not high-level and were somewhat incomplete after being recovered as “corpses” in battle. To awaken their souls, she would need to put in more effort and investment.
She said something and nodded to White Miry, who was following behind her.
The latter stepped forward, and the several-hundred-ton gate of the palace was gently pushed open by White Miry. A strong, eerie wind blew Liya’s long pink hair, making her have to tidy it up. At the same time, within the darkness of the palace, countless ghostly blue eyes looked out.
They were all undead.
When the moonlight shone into the palace, the appearance of the undead was fully revealed.
Most of them were White Miry’s “favored” creations. Upon closer inspection, they were a group of undead, skeletons, or ghouls. Most of them had vacant eyes, but as White Night’s servants, they would welcome their master in their own way.
White Miry stepped forward, and a few small demon undead flew to her shoulders and head. For a moment, Liya didn’t know if she was a fairy beloved by nature in the forest, or a terrifying necromancer.
In the back row, several bone dragons, the size of guard dragons, stood majestically.
After closing the main gate, the ghostly blue flames illuminated the entire dark palace. Further inside was a white coffin, where White Miry usually slept. Liya had slept here with White Miry a few times, but each time she was awakened by the voices of the undead. As the only “living being” present, she actually felt a little out of place.
But among this group of undead, there were two distinctly different existences.
At the end of the road, two young women in black robes walked forward side by side. The sound of chains made Liya subconsciously look down and see the shackles on their fair feet… However, these weren’t White Miry’s fetish, but tools the Necrolord used to limit the strength of her subordinates.
And now, these two subordinates of the Necrolord had become White Miry’s undead.
They wore skeletal clothes, revealing two fluffy ears. One of them was the former high-ranking member of the God Slaying Society, Holsey, and the other, named Delsey, was the sister of the half-orc Holsey. The two had depended on each other for many years, became undead together, and were now both taken in by White Miry.
They both knelt on one knee and pledged their loyalty to White Miry.
“Greetings, Lord of the Undead.”
“Rise,” White Miry said.
The two looked up, their eyes, now a ghostly blue, looking at White Miry.
Then, the two walked forward respectively and held White Miry’s left and right hands.
“Serving you is the highest honor for us, the undead.”
They smiled, like twins.
Liya was a little jealous.
If there was one special thing about these two undead, it was definitely not their superhuman strength, but their “emotions.” As undead, they had retained their souls and consciousness from their previous lives.
What made Liya even more jealous was that these two half-orc girls hadn’t been “trained” by White Miry and were still wearing those incredibly revealing bone clothes, looking as if they had improper thoughts about White Miry!
Until White Miry extended her hand and caressed the undead’s faces, they all let out comfortable purrs.
Liya reached out her hand, then put it down. After all, she was at work now.
White Miry extended her hand, and a ghostly blue power entered the minds of the two half-orcs, then returned to White Miry’s body with some white aura. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, as if savoring something.
The two half-orc girls suddenly felt as if all their strength had been drained and hugged each other tightly. Then the two subconsciously looked at each other, their ghostly blue eyes filled with affection and dependence.
“Sister’s… appearance is so cute~”
“Sister Delsey…”
White Miry pulled the two undead up.
She had just used some method to “read” the power within the two undead.
She said with emotion:
“As expected of the Necrolord’s masterpiece. I… I think I understand.”
“What is it?” Liya asked. Her purpose this time was to judge the movements of the Shadow of God by reading their memories.
“Undead like living beings, retaining all their memories and personality, completely dominated undead creatures…”
“White Miry said, ‘I can do that now.'”
Saying that, White Miry smiled faintly at Liya, stepped forward, and took her hands, saying with a smile:
“My undead are my slaves, creatures dominated by me. I can now also create this highest-ranking undead.”
The sudden intimacy made Liya a little overwhelmed. Normally, they wouldn’t be so ambiguous in public, as two “Demon Moons.”
“Does Liya want to become my undead? To become my slave.”
