99. Necrolord
Reina’s head sank.
Calysia had personally killed the Goddess of Light?
She seemed to see Calysia smiling and talking in front of the seal, shedding tears before the execution platform. She remembered the truth that Calysia didn’t want her to know.
Her appearance was all Calysia, especially when she remembered that pitiful dragon girl, alone, silently guarding the seal, waiting.
For a moment, the Dragon Mark on her chest and the scene of being pierced through flashed in Reina’s mind.
Reina felt someone scratching at her heart, tearing it apart.
Love, love, love, love, love♡
A dark power erupted from within her. Out of reason, Reina suppressed it, preventing it from being exposed in front of the Pope.
But she still couldn’t stop her voice from trembling. She could only hope that the Pope hadn’t noticed the abnormality in her. She suddenly began to cherish time, to cherish every minute and every second, not for worldly matters, but to think about everything related to Calysia.
Thinking about the series of things Calysia would do to her, Reina had the thought of being pierced by Calysia’s Dragon Mark, but she suddenly realized the distortion of her thoughts and rejected this abnormal thought, thus returning to normal.
Then, she asked the Pope:
“What if the God of Light is resurrected?”
“Even if she is resurrected, it will be countless years from now.”
Reina didn’t speak again, even though the truth was almost within her grasp.
Before leaving, the Pope asked, as if he didn’t care:
“How is Agnes lately?”
“…”
“She’s fine.”
…
The damp and bloody smell of the dark dungeon filled the air.
If it weren’t for the burning torches on both sides, the only source of light here would be the fluorescent fruits growing on the vines.
A small figure in a long robe shuttled through the countless narrow rooms, stopping before a 20-meter-high dungeon. There, was a skull-shaped coffin, with two obvious beast claws embedded on it, like the hands of a demon, seemingly symbolizing something impure.
She took off her hood, revealing a small, bandaged head, her long hair cascading down. Besides that, only a single crimson eye was exposed to the air, shimmering.
The small figure was the bandaged girl.
The leader of the Shadow of God.
She placed her hand on the coffin, and with a flash of crimson light, the coffin opened, revealing a black miasma like a swampy curse.
A bony hand crawled out of the coffin.
Then, a skull emerged.
Unlike the gloomy white bones beside it, the skull seemed to have come to life, its mouth opening and closing as if saying something. Then, as if sensing a power, the flesh on the skull reassembled as if time were reversing, from muscle to skin, to a fair, inhumanly pale complexion.
In an instant, her head transformed into a beautiful face with long gray hair.
The hand extending from the coffin transformed into a slender, fair arm. With the reassembly of flesh and blood, under the flickering firelight, a full-figured, naked woman appeared in the coffin.
She lay quietly on the coffin, her legs slightly propped up, her body alluring, her hair just brushing the pink on her chest, elegant and demonic. Although her dark red eyes, like molten rubies, were open, she looked like a dead thing.
“Look who it is? A rare guest, miss.”
Facing the bandaged girl, the woman said in a teasing voice.
“…”
“Isn’t this the Saintess who killed me a thousand years ago? You look so different now, it’s a little hard to get used to~”
“I think you’ve misunderstood something, but you should know what your mission is, right?”
“Is that so?”
The woman touched her lips with her finger and stood up from the coffin, chuckling softly:
“Why should I help you? Since you’ve revived me, the [Necrolord], you should be prepared to submit to me.”
The bandaged girl shook her head.
Suddenly, the self-proclaimed Necrolord sensed something was amiss.
Before she knew it, the space within her vision became extremely distorted. This wasn’t an illusion, but a technique of the bandaged girl. This was the most destructive spatial magic. And the next second, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She quickly cut off her tactile nerves and discovered that a regular, circular hole had been opened in her stomach out of thin air.
The hole healed in the next second due to her powerful self-healing ability, but the bone-deep pain was still imprinted on the Necrolord’s mind.
“Don’t be mistaken, we are master and servant, Miss Necrolord.”
“If you want to resist me, you can use your proud undead kingdom to fight.”
“I will make you lose all face, die completely, and crush your hope.”
The bandaged girl said in a bell-like voice.
Only then did the Necrolord realize that this bandaged girl’s strength was incredibly high, even worlds apart from her own.
She stood up and bowed gracefully:
“Yes, Master.”
“Put on some clothes.”
The bandaged girl raised her finger, and a black robe, identical to her own, floated down from above the Necrolord, draping over her head, making her look a little disheveled. She wasn’t angry, and wrapped the thick robe around her, but the fullness of her chest still strained against it.
“What’s your name? And, aren’t you a man?”
“How mean~♡, killing me and then bringing me back to life, and now you don’t even know my name.”
“No one knows my true gender. I’m from the Primordial Era. When I was about to die, I just changed my body. Now my soul can switch between male and female at will, it’s not important~”
“I can use countless names. You can choose one you like from them, or you can call me Vera for now.”
“Your name is very pure.”
“Everyone says so,” Vera said with a charming smile. “By the way, what should I call you, Master?”
“Just call me [Light]. Master is just a symbol. Now, I want you to work for me.”
The bandaged girl said.
Vera suddenly understood something and began to browse through the memories the bandaged girl had transmitted to her.
“I understand. I just need to destroy that so-called [God Slaying Society], right? Whoever obstructs our path must die.”
“That’s very much in line with my style. I think we’ll get along very well.”
Vera struck a seductive pose.
“Light” didn’t answer.
Just then, Vera saw something in her new memories that interested her.
She licked her lips and said, “That [President of the God Slaying Society] and that Dragon King, can you leave them to me?”
“…”
“I want to turn them into my undead, make them my subordinates, hehe…”
Suddenly, Vera’s right arm and left leg vanished, directly erased by spatial magic and thrown far away.
“Light” said coldly:
“If you dare to touch them, I will make the concept of [undead] disappear from this world completely.”
