Becoming a god by raising witches

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“I dug up Finnie Sares.”

She said expressionlessly.

Borg stared at the girl in disbelief.

What did she say? She dug up Finnie Sares!!!

Is she carrying Lady Finney Sares?

How can this be?

Wait, if Lady Finnie Sares is no longer underground, does that mean my blood was shed in vain?

With the protective barrier about to be breached, Borg decides to take a desperate gamble, directing the blood toward the girl to awaken Finney Sares.

The blood on Borg's hands, like two long, crimson snakes, rushed toward Finnie Sares, who was perched on Eileen's shoulder.

Eileen, who has a slight obsession with cleanliness, abandoned Fini Sares and retreated to Locke's side.

Fini Sares did not fall to the ground; instead, her body hovered and then she stood still.

She absorbed Borg's blood and slowly opened her eyes.

Her head was covered by a black veil, but even so, her beautiful face could still be seen faintly.

There are no ugly witches, especially yuri witches.

Borg felt the pressure emanating from Finney Sares.

Even the dead necromancer Bolimir and the stench-filled stitched monsters couldn't help but kneel down and submit to the necromancer Fini Sares.

Borg was overjoyed. There was hope! The witch had answered his call!

"Lady Finnie Sares, save me!"

Fini Sares glanced at Borg indifferently.

Although she was awakened by his blood, she didn't bother with a necromancer of that level.

Fini Sares turned and walked to Locke's side.

"Yes, that's him! Kill him! I'm going to turn him into my puppet!"

Borg shouted.

Fini Sares knelt on one knee, bowed her head, and respectfully addressed Locke.

"Please allow me, the chief disciple of the ancient witch Rosalia Jiménez, the favored one of the realms of death, the lowly necromancer Fini Saresken, to pledge my allegiance to you and follow you toward defeat and the abyss."

Well, the second half of the sentence is unnecessary.

Locke's lips twitched slightly. So they really are a couple? They even say the same things.

Borg, who was still shouting, was stunned by what he saw.

"How could this be? I summoned you, so why are you pledging allegiance to him? You just drank my blood! My blood! I command you to return, to come to my side!"

Borg shouted angrily.

Fini Sares turned around, and with just one glance, Borg's body broke down, inevitably leading him out of control.

Borg's flesh tore open, and pus-oozing tentacles grew out from within, his entire body beginning to transform into a monster.

"Why? Why? Why is this happening? I am the genius necromancer, I am the heinous necromancer Borg."

Bogg roared hysterically, wanting to exact a final revenge on Locke while he still retained some consciousness.

Finnie Sares waved her hand, and a giant skeletal hand suddenly appeared from the ground, grabbing the monstrous Borg in its palm. The next second, it exploded, turning into a lifeless mass of flesh and blood.

"No one dares to order me around."

Fini Sares said calmly.

She turned to look at Locke, "I will carry out any order you give me, except yours. I am your most loyal servant."

“Alright, then you are one of my twelve knights, Finnie Sares. Erase all traces of this place; I don’t want the people from the church to be drawn here.”

Locke said.

"As ordered."

Fini Sares nodded, and the enormous skeletal hand retracted into the ground. Fini Sares then threw out a ball of fire, which set the entire forest ablaze.

Locke was taken aback. "I asked you to erase the traces, not to set the mountain on fire."

"My master, the best way to destroy the evidence is by setting a huge fire. Don't worry, I will burn down the entire town and leave no one alive."

"Are you trying to make me infamous?"

Chapter 190, The Villain's Leader

"No, my master, you will become a wicked necromancer, and your infamy will spread to every corner of the world. As your follower, I am only doing some insignificant things."

Fini Sares said modestly.

Locke covered his forehead with one hand. Is this how the necromancer acts? Completely different from the weather witch.

In comparison, the low-key weather witch Antonia is more suitable to be one's own follower.

If there were more witches like Finnie Sares, wouldn't I become the leader of the villains?

“No, I need you to erase the traces subtly, rather than making a bigger commotion and attracting the church’s attention.”

Locke rejected Finney Sares's plan to set the mountain on fire.

Before the flames have fully spread, let those ugly, stitched-together monsters voluntarily extinguish the flames with their bodies.

However, since it was Finnie Sares who set the fire, their bodies were inevitably burned and eventually perished along with the flames.

As for Borg's teacher, the dead necromancer Bolimir, he is still waiting for Locke's summons.

What can he do?

Locke looked at Eileen.

Eileen thought for two seconds, "Food."

Bolimir's body trembled, and his figure gradually faded; he wanted to disappear for a while.

But a chain had appeared around his neck at some point.

The chain originated from the gemstone ring on Finney Sares' left hand.

Fini Sares said, "Master, the ring on my hand is called the Soul Ring. The more souls it devours, the stronger it becomes."

"Please help yourself."

Locke didn't mind at all that Bolimir was being used as nourishment by Finney Sares, after all, Bolimir was no good person, either in life or in death.

Amidst Bolimir's desperate screams, a faint light shone from Finnie Sares' ring, and Bolimir's soul was completely consumed by the ring.

Unfortunately, this is an incomplete soul of Bolimir. It is estimated that a part of his soul was damaged when he was killed by his apprentice, Borg, which makes Finney Sares feel that it is not perfect.

So, Finney Sares used another unorthodox method to summon Borg's soul and have the ring devour it.

In this way, the master and disciple can be reunited.

Fini Sares felt she had done one of the few good things.

She took off the ring and handed it to Locke.

“My master, do you want it? It was a graduation gift from my teacher, Lady Rosalia Jiménez. If you like, I can give it to you.”

What is the purpose of this thing?

Locke asked.

"It can increase the amplification of necromancy by 10% when it is cast. Of course, if enough souls are absorbed, it can even increase the amplification by 500%."

"Finnie Sares said."

"What are the disadvantages?"

"It has no flaws; it is something every necromancer desires."

"Finnie Sares said."

Locke glanced at Eileen.

"It will make you hunted down by the people of the Church of Life."

Eileen said calmly.

"So, this thing is too conspicuous, and it will be recognized at a glance as the property of a necromancer?"

Locke countered with a question.

Eileen nodded slightly. "Yes."

"Then you should keep it yourself. I'm not the kind of person who likes to take what others love."

In short, your strength is my strength.