192. The Necromancer’s Duel
On the battlefield of Norville.
White Miry, stationed in the northern town, stared at the crimson sun in the sky, somewhat dazed.
All the half-orcs had fled to safety, and no one knew if this battle would affect the safety of the half-orcs.
While she was thinking,
White flames descended from the sky, burning a large patch of green grass before them. Although under the crimson sun, it seemed somewhat insignificant.
“Necrolord.”
White Miry leaped, landing lightly, two undead cat girls appearing behind her.
From the flames emerged a row of black-cloaked figures.
The Necrolord walked up to White Miry.
“The war seems to have entered a white-hot stage. The whole world is waiting for the result of this war, and our battle will determine the direction of the entire situation.”
“…”
White Miry didn’t answer. The two cat girls behind her took a step forward. They had now been made into her puppets and undead by this loli.
“Are we fighting or not?” White Miry said coldly.
“Thousands of years ago, I used forbidden magic to complete a creation that no one in the world could complete. We used the power of faith of the undead, used their souls, to create the [embryo] of a god.”
“To oppose the Goddess of Light.”
“Why?” White Miry asked.
“Don’t you think it’s boring? A single god ruling the world, there should be at least a few, and among them must be our god… Fred named him [Death].”
“Any god should have authority. The Goddess of Light seems to be space, while Death controls everything, the life and death of life. And you ran away.”
“I was almost a god.”
Saying that, a large amount of white flame suddenly erupted from behind the Necrolord, spreading like a prairie fire. If it weren’t for the crimson sun, it would have ignited the entire sky.
From the flames, stood up,
“I led an army of undead and beat the empire into a decline, drove the theocratic nation to a dead end, but I didn’t expect that the Saintess would have such powerful strength. She finally pierced my heart… I still remember how much it hurt.”
“So, I pinned my hopes on you, Fred’s best creation. That kid really did it… a replica of the Goddess of Light, but once she becomes a god, she’s no longer a fake.”
“Let’s have a match. Let me see if you have the ability to become Death.”
Saying that, a huge white flame erupted from the Necrolord’s entire body, her hair fluttering backward, as if washed away by a stream of water.
“If you can defeat me, then I will become your servant. Otherwise, you will follow me and become my puppet! Anyway, you’re also an undead!”
“…”
“…Why should I become Death?”
White Miry’s words almost made the Necrolord vomit.
“Huh?”
“I wanted to run away, so I ran away. Why should I follow you?” White Miry said, recalling the past. “And besides, why should I become stronger? What do I get out of it?”
The Necrolord suddenly understood.
The girl before her, even if she was a “perfect creation,” Fred hadn’t given her a goal!
But how could that be!
Fred hadn’t given his most prized creation a single command, not even a single sentence, to make her become a god? They had clearly lived together for so many years, and logically, Fred wasn’t a careless person!
The Necrolord shook her head:
“Only by becoming stronger can you protect the one you love. Don’t you understand such a simple truth?”
“That makes sense.”
White Miry said “ah.”
Her small head was filled with images of Liya, and for some reason, she agreed.
“That dummy…”
“Then let’s go.”
A ghostly blue flame erupted from White Miry’s entire body.
Although her aura was completely inferior to the Necrolord’s, it was incredibly pure.
The two flames collided, like two beasts entangled. And White Miry’s blue flame was clearly slightly inferior, even with a twofold gap.
This was a battle between necromancers. By competing with their netherfire, they could easily determine a winner and a loser. And the winner would unconditionally possess all of the opponent’s undead. The winner takes all, this was also the Necrolord’s meaning.
But seeing this flame, the Necrolord was shocked.
Although her netherfire was greater in quantity than White Miry’s, but…
White Miry’s flame was like a compressed, pure power. In the mutual annihilation of the netherfire, there was no sign of it dissipating. It was as if she had deliberately controlled her power within a certain range.
During the necromancers’ duel, all the undead watched silently.
Because no matter who they served, it was still within their power to influence.
They just needed to follow the victorious necromancer.
“This is your power? It’s really evolving gradually…”
“Ah, then let’s make it bigger.”
“?!”
Suddenly, White Miry’s ghostly blue flame magnified twofold, even showing a trend of surpassing the Necrolord.
“Impossible… what is this? Have you been practicing all these thousands of years? But you haven’t ruled the world as expected.”
“I’ve only recently become this strong, thanks to Fred.”
“Fred?!”
The Necrolord was enlightened.
“That person, did he give you his power?!”
“Yes.”
Saying that, White Miry tried to maximize her flame.
The situation was completely reversed.
But no matter how the ghostly blue flame expanded, it didn’t cause any exaggerated phenomenon.
Until the pale white flame was completely engulfed by the blue, the necromancer knelt on the ground.
She was drenched in sweat, completely unable to believe that she had actually lost to her.
And all the stakes…
“I won, Miss Tyrant.”
“Is that so… you really are Death. This power, why didn’t you bring it out earlier?”
“Because Liya didn’t want to.”
“…Who is Liya?”
The Necrolord looked up: “Could she be your trump card?”
“Something like that. She’s my treasure.”
“Hehe.”
“Then I’ll admit defeat. Now, take your spoils of war, and then, do as you please.”
The Necrolord said with a smile.
White Miry nodded. Her flame magnified again, gradually flowing and spreading among the Necrolord’s undead army, finally engulfing all the undead. They suddenly all transformed into White Miry’s undead.
For a moment, White Miry felt a certain change in her body.
Too many undead had become her power, sacrificing their souls and faith.
A large number of undead fell directly, turning into a pile of dust, and then, their souls were transmitted to the “perfect creation” White Miry’s body through the ghostly blue flame.
White Miry froze—it turned out that the Necrolord had been prepared all along.
If she lost, these weak undead would become her power, making her a [god].
Is that so…
As the undead army gradually dwindled to a few undead… those personal guards, White Miry also completely withdrew her netherfire. And three seconds later, the netherfire completely enveloped her body, as if she were wrapped in a “cocoon” of fire, waiting to break out and be reborn.
Suddenly, some rustling in the distance made the Necrolord immediately get up and chuckle.
“Personal guards, protect White Miry with all your might, let [Death] descend!”
With a single command, several people, including Delsey and Holsey, formed a circle.
Due north, where the crimson pillar of light was, a dragon was secretly laughing.
—It was Dragon Slayer.
