Chapter 121: Taming the Abyss
“Return to your master’s side and protect her. If anything happens to Angel… you will die with her.”
Lena’s cold words made Little White tremble. She was just a dragon, unable to speak, so she could only nod vigorously.
And Lena’s voice was so cold, her Mana Surge form like a ruthless killer. Little White wasn’t sure if coming here was the right decision, but she had delivered the message, her mission complete.
“What are you waiting for?!”
“Awoo—”
Lena kicked Little White, watching her fly away, then took out [Phytos] from the package.
It was still warm, carrying Angel’s body heat.
“Idiot…”
Without hesitation, she crushed the core, the silvery liquid flowing into her mouth. Lena’s mind reeled, a searing pain exploding in her head.
“Ugh… ah!”
Forcing her human body to absorb the abyssal energy was like drinking poison to quench thirst. It felt like a thousand knives piercing her flesh, the pain unbearable.
The otherworldly power surged through her body, her pupils dilating, her jaw clenched, enduring the agonizing pain. She had to tame this power quickly, time was of the essence, she had more important things to do…
Faster, faster!
The abyssal energy clashed with the demonic power within her, the invader suppressed by the resident, but in a moment of distraction, the abyssal energy escaped, breaking free from its confines.
Lena coughed up blood, ignoring it, focusing all her mental energy on controlling the rampaging abyssal power, she had to make it hers!
She couldn’t stop…
Lena bit her lip, her eyes bloodshot, sweat beading on her forehead, clinging to her hair.
Fragmented images flashed through her mind: her parents, her family, Mines, Angel, Ling Ling…
Too weak, she was still too weak.
Rank six wasn’t enough to protect herself, let alone those she cared about. She should have realized the importance of strength sooner. There were many powerful monsters in this world, if she encountered another Lord-level, or even a King-level, what would she do? She couldn’t even defeat an ogre, how could she talk about revenge…
“Kneel before me!”
Then submit!!
Lena’s eyes snapped open, one white, one black, then both turning a boundless gray…
Black mist erupted.
A new outfit materialized, like a reward from the heavens.
It resembled a wedding dress, with a veil, white silk flowers in her hair, the long white skirt revealing her slender legs, gray crystal heels touching the ground, accentuating her height and beauty.
Simply standing there, she radiated an aura of fear, the combined power of the abyss and the demons.
A woman, a gray-haired woman.
Her figure was imposing, like a mountain, unwavering.
Her gaze was indifferent, yet filled with an undeniable authority and terror, as if looking down on all living things, her words deciding their fate.
Death was their destination, and she was the one who wielded its power.
“The game isn’t over, I will be the victor.”
With that, her figure distorted and vanished.
…
“That big guy! Lena must be there!”
Ka Ka, running at full speed, reached Morgan’s territory before Angel and Molly.
The battlefield was a gruesome sight, littered with the remains of ghouls and gargoyles, the air thick with a foul stench.
“How many undead did she kill?”
Molly and Angel arrived, their voices filled with disbelief. “Did Lena do all this? So many undead creatures…”
And the numbers were still increasing, the dead ghouls becoming food for the living, their bodies transforming, their size and speed increasing as they rejoined the battle, rushing towards the ogre, fearless in the face of death.
Not just ghouls, but also skeletons, most staying back, casting spells from afar.
Lena had kept a group of high-ranking skeletal mages, all converted from the people she had killed after her rebirth.
Compared to melee warriors, mages were more effective, their attacks leaving smoking holes in Morgan’s body.
Although Morgan had [Thick Hide], these attacks were mostly ineffective, but they served as a distraction.
Morgan, despite his strength, was still a mindless ogre. Even with the Banshee’s support, its abilities were useless against the mindless undead.
“So strong…”
Ka Ka was afraid of the undead, while Angel was speechless.
“Hmph, Necromancer, somewhat impressive,” Molly said, feigning indifference, but her eyes betrayed her admiration.
Why were the strong, strong? Because they possessed something the weak didn’t.
“It seems Lena doesn’t need you anymore,” Molly said casually.
“Who says so?!” Angel retorted. “Even if we can’t help, we can still cheer for her.”
“Oh, then you cheer, I won’t.”
Cheering for a human? What a joke.
Molly would rather die, be devoured by ogres, than lower herself to cheer for a human.
It was a matter of pride, and she was incredibly stubborn.
“Stop arguing, we haven’t even found Lena yet…” Ka Ka, ever the rational one, said, “Maybe she needs our help, our presence is what she wants.”
“Yes!”
Angel clenched her fists. “As long as we don’t get in her way, it’s enough.”
The situation on the battlefield shifted rapidly.
The sky darkened, the moon hidden, a nightmare descending.
Lena finally appeared, her aura overwhelming, a giant spectral figure forming behind her.
It was [Phytos].
Having absorbed the core’s essence, Lena was no longer vulnerable to mental attacks. Her own mental power had surged, combined with the demonic and abyssal powers, her magic now carried the aura of the abyss, a power that made all living things tremble, not just from her rank.
Even Lena herself didn’t know what she was now.
Human?
Devil?
Abyssal creature?
Heh, who knew…
She didn’t want to know, nor did she care. Some things had to die tonight, and she would have her revenge.
Vindictive and unforgiving, she had always been this way.
Given the chance, Lena never let a grudge go unsettled.
