This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

Dalan, along with the air around him, was extremely compressed. His body was reduced to dust under the high pressure, and even the air around him exploded due to the violent compression. Real high-temperature flames erupted from the closed part of his wings, incinerating everything!

However, when Leona's wings unfolded again, Dalan was still standing there unharmed.

The feeling of connection was waning. Leona gritted her teeth and glanced at the Abyss standing below. The Abyss was covered in bone armor and was looking up at them, but the light in his eyes, visible through the armor, seemed to be gradually fading. The translucent tentacles on his body had multiplied several times over, writhing and greedily consuming his vitality.

"Go for it, Leona, I believe in you." Abyss's voice was already hoarse, but he still smiled and said to Leona.

“Your master is about to say goodbye to this world! He can’t even become an undead! Hehehehe!” Dalan even moved closer to Leona, slowly circling her body. “And you, you can’t stop him! That’s the difference between mortals and gods! Hehehe! Your master actually dared to oppose a god? He was just a complete, hehe… fool! His goal was as stupid and despicable as… hehe… excrement in a sewer!”

"Hey, you bastard of the Lord of Fallen Souls, you'll learn that no one but me can insult ABC." Leona showed a look of disgust. "Even though he sometimes talks nastyly, doesn't understand girls' feelings, and is skinny and weak, I just won't allow you to insult him!"

"Hahahaha! Then watch him become a lifeless piece of rotten flesh!" Dalan's mind had completely descended into madness. He twisted his limbs wildly, performing a bizarre and ugly dance in mid-air. "My Lord! Give that arrogant man an end!"

Abyss's body suddenly convulsed and collapsed to the ground. His bone armor shattered and disappeared instantly, and his gray hair swayed weakly in the wind.

Leona also felt that her bond with the Abyss had become almost imperceptible in an instant!

“Abyss!” Leona screamed.

She raised her head angrily and let out a roar like a lion. The flames of her fighting spirit instantly doubled in intensity and pounced on Dalan's body with overwhelming force!

Chapter 59 Leona Has Gone Mad

The massive warhammer smashed Dalan's body into a pile of minced meat, but Dalan was completely healed in a short time, without a trace of injury.

Darlan defiantly stretched out his hands towards Leona. Although the expression on his face was no longer visible under the mask, the trembling of his body and the tone of his voice were still full of a morbid smile, which made people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hehehe, Princess Leona, are you angry? It was only a small part of the Lord of Fallen's power that eliminated your master. Now... hehe... do you feel any regret?"

Leona gritted her teeth and didn't say another word. With a flap of her battle aura wings, she smashed Dalan into mincemeat once again.

Dalan quickly recovered, unharmed. He also stopped his pointless provocations at this point; in his eyes, Leona was now no different from a pile of ashes—when the Abyss's vitality was completely drained by the Lord of the Fallen, his mind would cease, and the necromancy that depended on him would also disappear.

At that moment, Leona and the blonde girl who was still chanting prayers on the ground to fend off the tentacles' attacks had only one path left: to turn to ashes.

He glanced at Flora with a hint of regret. He was quite interested in this member of the Abyss's resurrection magic. The Abyss's resurrection magic had many innovations he had never seen before. If it weren't for the Lord, he would have been very willing to keep the Abyss's soul and interrogate it properly.

Swish! A huge longsword cleaved Dalan in two.

Dalan was restored again.

Pierced by a thousand arrows, he recovered.

The body and head were separated and then restored.

Dismembered by five horses, then restored.

Twist it into a rope, then untangle it.

"0.6, 0.7, 0.65..." Leona muttered incomprehensible words, her battle aura constantly transforming into various weapons, and a storm of attacks rushed towards Dalan.

Even though all her attacks were in vain, she continued to try, scouring every memory in her naive mind, seeking different ways to kill someone.

"You... hehe, still trying?" Dalan's tone was tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "You proud princess, don't you understand what it means to waste your efforts, don't you understand... hehe, what it means to be helpless?"

"Zero point **, 0.66..." Leona completely ignored Dalan's sarcasm, frantically muttering strange words as she charged towards Dalan again and again, sometimes near, sometimes far, her weapon formed from her battle aura tearing Dalan to pieces time and time again.

"What are you muttering? Hehehe... Are you 'crazy' too? You've seen the truth too? You've also... hehehehe..."

"0.663, 0.663, 0.663..."

Through the dazzling aura of battle spirit, Dalan saw Leona's eyes. Her eyes held confusion, joy, and sorrow, as if... she had truly fallen into madness.

"Then I'll watch you, who have lost your mind, turn to ashes." Dalan didn't even bother to launch any further attacks. "You're already quite excellent, hehe, your power could easily crush me, but I'm on the Lord's side, so the Lord favors me more... hehehehe... so you lost, you lost to my Lord, lost to a small part of my Lord's power... hehehe..."

Leona continued her attack, completely ignoring Dalan's words and utterly disregarding whether she would turn to ashes after the Abyss's life force was drained. Instead, she glanced at Flora, her eyes filled with trust.

"Heh heh, the Lord's power cannot be countered... You think I haven't fought against the clergy of the Papacy?" Dalan scoffed disdainfully. Just then, a tentacle pierced his face, wriggling wildly outside, but he didn't react at all, his tone remaining unchanged. "The Lord is also a genuine god. The nine native gods are not even slightly more noble than Him. No divine magic can take back the vitality that the Lord took away... Heh heh heh..."

Leona suddenly stopped attacking and turned her back to Dalan.

"Hmm?" Dalan couldn't help but make a sound of doubt.

All I could see was the tiny fighter in front of me adjusting the distance to Dalan, as if he were building a house.

The scene was quite strange. The two were still locked in a fierce battle, but one of them suddenly stopped all movement and began to adjust the distance by turning his back to the enemy as if playing a game.

Dalan knew that his own attacks could not possibly harm even a hair on this genius aura fighter, but he still couldn't understand Leona's method, which was almost an insult to the enemy.

If she can't beat someone, she resorts to mockery? Should I say she's just a naive girl who hasn't experienced much hardship? Dalan couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

Yes, Princess Leona should have lived a carefree life, passing through her days as arranged by others, and dying peacefully after her lifespan ended. However, she was drawn into the great undertaking of the Lord's coming, prematurely ending her beautiful life.

Guilt? Dalan felt no guilt whatsoever, only regret. Before the Lord's great cause, any sacrifice by anyone is worthwhile, because the Lord is the true salvation of this world, and the Lord's way is the right way.

The Council of the Dead is just doing the right thing, what sin has it committed?

While Dalan was still lamenting, Leona suddenly made an even more unbelievable move... She used her battle aura to propel herself into a backflip in mid-air, a move that was anything but elegant, even somewhat comical...

Then, everything in the world came to a standstill.

Leona's burning battle aura flames seemed frozen, suspended in mid-air, her body firmly fixed in place, motionless. The churning lava on the ground, the rising smoke, even the stars in the sky, and the magic circle of the Golden Griffin City in the distance, all fell into stillness.

The world has come to a standstill.

Dalan's body froze in place, his robes, which had been swaying in the wind, also remained still, like a painting or a fish frozen in ice, devoid of any sign of movement, simply standing there blankly.

Abyss, who was lying on the ground, had his gray hair, which had been flowing in the wind, now fixed in place.

No matter how powerful they were, they all froze in place. Only the tentacle that had broken through the skin on Dalan's face continued to writhe disgustingly, refusing to come to a standstill.

In this deathly silence, someone moved.

Flora, who had just been praying with her eyes closed, moved. She gently and gracefully lowered her hands, which had been clasped in front of her chest, opened her beautiful golden eyes, and looked up at Dalan and Leona in the sky.

Now, every pore on her body radiates a soft golden light, making her appear sacred and exceptionally beautiful.

Chapter Sixty: Seizing the World by the Throat

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Flora's boots stomped on the ground with a clear sound, like a stone thrown into a stagnant pool, breaking the silence of the frozen world.

She looked solemnly ahead, walking gracefully with her supple waist swaying gently and her soft, golden hair fluttering with her movements.

As Flora ceased her prayers, thin tendrils began to appear on her body. Emerging from her heart, they traced the contours of her body, climbed up her neck, wrapped around her waist, twisting and writhing, attempting to steal her life.

Flora didn't even glance at the tentacles. With graceful, rhythmic steps, she walked to the Abyss's side, gently knelt down, and took the Abyss's tightly clenched left hand in hers.

She gently opened the Abyss's hand, revealing three gems. These were the very artifacts Bishop Dallan had sought for his journey: the Eye of Envy, the Eye of Fear, and the Tongue of Greed, needed for the coming of the Lord of Fallen.

"Just as I thought, even though you know nothing, you're still prepared." She smiled gently.

Holding the three gems in her hands, she looked up at Bishop Dallan in the sky.

Dallan hovered more than 30 meters in the sky. Flora took a deep breath, then lifted one foot and stepped into the air.

clang--

A distant chime came from somewhere, and a golden step suddenly appeared beneath Flora's feet as she stepped down, firmly supporting her.

With another step, more golden steps began to appear, stretching from where Flora was now standing all the way to Bishop Dalan.

The former Holy Maiden of the Papacy moved with the utmost deference to protocol. She slowly ascended the steps, each step perfectly timed, and as she rose higher, the distant chimes rang out. The chimes seemed to traverse the entire world, weaving through every moment of time.

Yes, Flora used divine magic to grasp the time of the entire world, making it impossible for it to advance any further under her will.

Flora, blessed by the gods, can overload herself with a divine spell called "Time Slowing," achieving the effect of stopping time altogether.

Her eyes still held a hint of confusion, but her steps were firm and powerful. When she reached Bishop Dallan's side, she glanced at Leona, who was performing a backflip and whose body was frozen in place, looking somewhat comical. After thinking for a moment, she revealed a faint smile.

"So you noticed it too."

She turned around, stood on tiptoe, and carefully set the gems in her hand, one by one, into the face of nothingness worn by Bishop Dallan.

The left eye was a purple gem, the right eye an orange-red gem, and the mouth a blood-red gem… The gems were perfectly fitted into the mask's settings, and a distorted, inhuman face appeared before Flora. It was the complete form of a hellish face. Between two round, eyelidless pupils, a rhombus-shaped gem stood upright as the pupil, and in a wide-open mouth, a red gem served as its tongue.

Ugly, evil, repulsive. These words flooded Flora's mind in an instant.

She frowned, leaned forward, and pressed her shoulder against Bishop Dallan's chest.

The tentacles emerging from Bishop Dallan's face seemed to sense something, and they began to lash Flora's head with what appeared to be great force, yet when they reached Flora, they felt like the gentlest breeze, merely ruffling her beautiful golden hair.

Flora braced herself against Bishop Dallan's body with both hands, let out a soft groan, and pushed forward with all her might.

It seemed to be a very difficult process. Flora's delicate body struggled to push the bishop of Dalan, who was suspended in the air by magic, and even with all her might, she could only push her opponent a short distance.

But she was not discouraged. As a spirit, she did not sweat, only her face turned slightly red from exertion. She straightened up, adjusted her body slightly, and then pushed Bishop Dallan again.

"Um……"

The girl's strength was small, and even with the blessing of Abyss necromancy, it was still insufficient at this moment, but Flora still stubbornly continued her actions.

Flora's tentacles have multiplied, their translucent bodies wrapping around her limbs and piercing her skin. There are no wounds, no blood, but Flora can feel them absorbing her vitality—the most important gift the Abyss bestowed upon her through necromancy, her second life.

"snort……!"

Flora exerted force again, and Bishop Dallan was now two meters back from his original position. His body was now covered in cracks from the many tentacles that were trying to stay in place, like dry plaster that had been smashed on the ground. He was dilapidated, with bones and broken muscles showing through the cracks, looking disgusting and terrifying.

The girl then stopped pushing. She turned around and carefully examined Leona's height, comparing them before nodding.

Strangely, although Bishop Dalan's body was pushed back two steps, the hellish face on his face remained in place, suspended in the air. Tiny tentacles were extending from this eerie mask, swaying like downy feathers, reaching out to Leona in mid-air, like chicks waiting to be fed in their nests, or like famine victims reaching out for food.

"Now it's up to you. You'll definitely be able to save the Abyss," Flora said to Leona, offering words of encouragement that Leona couldn't hear, before turning back and slowly walking down the steps.

Back on the ground, in the spot where she had been standing, Flora let out a soft breath and clapped her hands in front of her.

Snapped.

Boom boom boom!

The sounds of all things in the world flooded Flora's ears like a tidal wave, the river of time began to flow again, and the scorching wind blew past Flora's ears once more.

Leona's body then completed a quick and perfect backflip, spiraling down from the air until her face was right up against the Hellish Face, completely covering her own face.

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