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

All of this was accomplished in 0.63 seconds.

That was the time required for Bishop Dalan's body to be reset. Leona, in the process of constantly shattering his body, discovered this fixed time difference with her amazing sensitivity to time as the most powerful fighter.

The tentacles extending from the mask pierced Leona's delicate face without hesitation, while at the same time, Bishop Dalan, with a look of astonishment, fell directly from the sky.

Countless illusory tentacles flashed from Leona's body, and Leona's already powerful aura surged once more!

Without the slightest hesitation, the Lord of Fallen abandoned his bishop and directly gave the face of hell a new master—

Leona Pracidia Crepeus!

Chapter Sixty-One: Your Master is a Dumbass

"What...what's going on..."

As Dalan plummeted from the sky, he stared in disbelief at Leona, who remained motionless in her original spot, wearing a mask.

He didn't know what was happening. He had an absolute advantage, but just as Leona was doing that backflip, his body was suddenly torn apart by the Lord's tentacles, and the Void Mask that originally belonged to him was suddenly placed on Leona's face.

No, that's not the Face of Nothingness. Three gems have been embedded in it at some point, and now Leona is wearing the complete form of the Hellish Face! That's the artifact form that the Lord needed when He descended... What's going on?

The descent seemed to drag on endlessly, and countless thoughts raced through Dalan's mind.

The connection with the Lord has vanished... The Lord has abandoned me.

His ethereal form was also handed over to someone else...it must be Princess Leona.

why?

how come?

boom!

Dalan, his body riddled with wounds, crashed heavily to the ground. He couldn't even cough up blood; instead, the blood flowing from his body spurted out from the cracks in his flesh. Beside him lay newly solidified magma, its temperature still high, the hard rock shattering every bone in his body. The Lord's protection did not appear as before; his injuries received no healing whatsoever.

“Hah…hah…” Dalan, who was lying on the ground, was not dead yet. He tried to chant a spell, but only made a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his arm, he rummaged through his leg. He pulled a bottle of potion, its outer shell broken and half-empty, from the pocket on his thigh and poured it onto his chest without hesitation.

It was a bottle of magical potion that stimulated rapid healing, something Dalan kept for use in the most urgent situations. Only unlicensed and unscrupulous alchemists could concoct such a forbidden drug. When the potion was poured onto Dalan's wound, a large amount of smoke billowed out with a piercing hiss. Dalan's body immediately convulsed violently, and he groaned uncontrollably, immense pain surging and swirling in every corner the potion touched.

Numerous buds sprouted, growing wildly and unrestrained. In the blink of an eye, disgusting growths appeared on Dalan's chest, turning his original skin into a rough shell covered with irregularly shaped purple scales. The potion had transformed a part of his body into another, unnamed animal.

But Darlan didn't care about any of that. His lungs were finally repaired, his cracked lips began to move, and he recited a long string of incantations at top speed. His broken body was finally beginning to heal—though his skin was slowly turning dark blue, the color of a corpse or a dying person.

Leona, hovering in the sky, remained stunned for a long time before finally making her next move. She turned around, looked down at Dalan, who was struggling to repair his body on the ground, and let out a heavy breath, which made a muffled whooshing sound inside her mask.

Flora stood there, staring intently at Leona in the sky.

"Leona...please don't become a slave to the Lord of Fallen..." she prayed softly, but not to any god, but to Leona.

"Hehehehe... Princess Leona... Hehehehe... You've taken over my position... Cough cough cough..." Lying on the ground, utterly miserable, Dalan looked at Leona in the sky and let out a hoarse laugh. His body writhed desperately due to the residual effects of the potion. "You are the new... the new bishop... Rejoice! A bishop stronger than me has been born..."

Leona didn't speak. She grabbed at Dalan's body with one hand, and a powerful aura gathered into a giant hand that directly pinched his body and lifted him in front of Leona.

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha..." Dalan no longer cared about the pain of being gripped by Leona's aura. His already distorted smiling face now stretched almost to his ears, his eyes filled with madness and ecstasy as he stared intently at the hellish expression on Leona's face. "A new bishop... the arrival of my lord is just around the corner... Hahahaha..." While laughing wildly, he desperately reached out with his free hand towards Leona, sparing no effort even though he couldn't reach her at all.

"Huff... huff..." Leona's heavy breathing created a reverberation inside the mask.

"Please grant me a sliver of grace... let me touch your mask... let me be embraced by the Lord one last time... hehehe... by the Lord..."

"I'm really sorry."

“Gah…” Dalan’s frantic plea came to an abrupt halt.

"Your Lord probably won't be able to descend, because I've controlled His power. In a few days, I'll probably be able to chop your Lord up and turn Him into a jellyfish feast. Ugh, I'm so angry."

“You…you…” Dalan’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his mouth agape, revealing his jagged teeth from the fall. “You haven’t done the work of converting to the Lord of Depravity…”

“It’s truly astonishing that you cultists would worship a brain-dead creature from another world,” Leona said, gently removing the hellish mask from her face to reveal her delicate features. The tentacles that had pierced her face immediately retracted, leaving only a few small marks that healed in the blink of an eye. “Guess what? Your Lord of Fall is nothing more than a gigantic monster that acts solely on instinct. I just met with Him, and He tried to make me obey Him… Now guess what I said?”

Darlan stared at Leona, speechless.

“I told Him, stop whining in the spiritual world. If you’re not happy, come down to the real world and see if I can beat you up.” Leona grinned. “He immediately shut up.”

"Aaaaaah! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Dalan finally came to his senses, struggling and twisting desperately, his eyes bloodshot.

"No matter how angry you are, it's no use. This hellish face seems to be the only way for your master to connect with this world. Now it's in my hands. Oh dear, there's nothing I can do. I'm so angry."

Dalan roared angrily, but how could his weak body, as a necromancer, possibly gain even the slightest advantage against Leona's fighting spirit?

"You forced me to use this trick!" He finally revealed a look of despair in his eyes, and a short syllable burst from his mouth.

At this moment, many streaks of dark blue light flew from the Golden Griffin City, completely ignoring the city's protective magic array, and flew towards this direction.

"Lord! With the sacrifice of my soul and the souls of all the believers in Golden Griffin City, I beg you to step into this world, even for just a moment!" Dalan cried out, absorbing all the rapidly approaching stream of light into his body!

Chapter Sixty-Two: Leona, This is My First Time

The pale blue streaks of light flew in and pierced Dalan's heart with incredible speed. After absorbing them, Dalan's body began to glow blue. Dalan stared at Leona with crazed eyes and roared hoarsely, "I will... hehehe... make you all pay with your lives! Let the Lord's power purify everything around us! As long as you die, the Council of the Dead... hehehe... will come and reclaim their hellish faces, and the Lord's grand descent can begin anew..."

Leona stared coldly at Dalan, who was still shouting to himself, as if listening to him tell a boring story.

"My sacrifice, and even the sacrifice of all the believers in Golden Griffin City, is nothing. The Lord needs endless sacrifices... Hahahaha... I... I will become the Lord's food..."

Dalan let out a strange laugh while tears streamed down her face.

"Sacrifice... As long as sacrifices continue, the Lord will continually shower blessings upon the dull and unenlightened mortals... Ah... What a dreamlike world that would be... Hehehehe..."

Have you said enough?

Leona's impatient remark instantly pulled Darlan back from his wild fantasies.

Dalan suddenly realized that the sacrifice spell he had just cast had not yet taken effect. Logically, his body should have exploded by now, with countless tentacles extending outwards from his body for tens of kilometers, piercing the hearts of all living beings, draining their life essence, and offering it to the great Fallen Lord.

However, nothing happened. After those dark blue streams of light entered his body, he did not feel his body being torn apart. Instead, he felt a kind of... cool sensation.

"What...what's going on..."

“Your trick? The priests of Golden Griffin City used something similar before.” Leona tossed her hair, and the flames of battle aura covering her body swung like her two braids. “But he used that method to send a signal and try to curse us. My ABC already guessed that you taught him this trick—he hasn’t received formal training in battle aura or magic. If he can use such a powerful spell, you must be behind it.”

Dalan was plunged into despair once again. He looked at Leona in disbelief, then at Abyss on the ground below, whose head was resting on Flora's lap and who had not yet regained consciousness.

Who exactly is this young man? In just a few days, he's come up with a way to counter this forbidden technique of "soul sacrifice"? I seem to have given him a lot of surprises, but in the end, everything was actually part of his plan?

Why is he so calm and methodical? Why does everything I reveal become a joke in front of him?

“What you just inhaled was a ‘vegetarian soul’ that ABC developed before. It’s actually a fake soul condensed with magic. He said this was the first time he’d put this kind of soul into practical use.” Leona smiled smugly. “Honestly, when it comes to brains, you’re far behind ABC. His inventions in a few years are more numerous than all the mages on the continent’s innovations in a hundred years. So, ABC said that if you inhale this kind of soul, it has a certain calming effect, and inhaling it regularly is also good for your health. It just can’t provide food for your jellyfish-like master.”

"No...no..." Dalan shook his head in a daze, his smile even more painful than a cry.

"Flora, control him!" Leona casually waved her hand, tossing Dalan's mutated, bloated, and disgusting body toward Flora.

Flora chanted the prayer with perfect understanding, and before Dalan could land on her, chains anchored his body firmly in mid-air. At the same time, a golden light sealed his mouth like a zipper, preventing him from uttering any spells.

Dalan tried to struggle, but this time with even less effect than when faced with Leona's aura. The Chains of Eternity is an absolute binding spell; as long as one is a resident of this world, one will be affected 100% and unable to break free. The "extra reward" Flora gave Dalan was another divine spell: Silence. This spell is specifically designed to counter mages, not only preventing them from speaking but also severely interfering with even silently reciting magical incantations.

"How is ABC?" Leona ignored Dalan, who was firmly fixed in mid-air by the Chains of Eternity. The range of her towering battle aura flames suddenly shrank to about half a meter. She roughly fastened the Hellface to her waistband and jumped down from mid-air, landing lightly on the ground without causing the slightest tremor.

“I just tried calling him, but he didn’t respond at all…” Flora frowned slightly. “But he can’t be defeated so easily, otherwise we would have been reduced to ashes by now.”

Leona sat domineeringly on the ground, lifted Abyss's head onto her lap, and said to Flora, "I'll try to provoke him. You think of a way."

After Flora nodded, Leona began to deal with the unresponsive Abyss using her usual, simple methods.

She tried pinching Abyss's philtrum, but Abyss didn't even flinch; his handsome face remained calm and serene.

His breathing continued, but his thoughts seemed to have left him.

She gently flicked the Abyss's forehead with her hand. If she were alive, she certainly wouldn't have dared to do that. Back then, under the influence of the Greedy Tongue, unable to control her power, she might have smashed the Abyss's head into a rotten watermelon.

A clear red mark appeared on Abyss's forehead, and a small bump bulged out. If Leona had hit a normal person, the pain would have woken them up long ago, but Abyss remained motionless with his eyes closed.

Flora watched as Leona inflicted pain on the Abyss in various ways, while also wondering if the Abyss had left any clues or hints.

"This was just to save him... It's what a female knight should do... I'm not in love with him..."

Leona gently pried open Abyss's mouth, who was lying on her lap, and whispered to herself as she prepared to give him CPR.

At that moment, Flora's eyes suddenly lit up: she noticed that the instant Leona pried open Abyss's mouth, his teeth seemed to be gently biting the tip of his tongue.

The sibilant consonant... this pronunciation is relatively rare on the mainland. Only Elvish, the ancient languages ​​used by mages, and the sacred words used by divine spellcasters use this pronunciation. If we understand this as a syllable of a sacred word, then words beginning with this syllable should be...

Wisdom? That was the first word that popped into Flora's mind.

Yes, enlightenment techniques! Enlightenment techniques!

This is an advanced healing divine spell. Divine spell masters can use this spell to heal people who have become mentally impaired after suffering a mental shock, reopening their wisdom and restoring their thinking ability!

Without the slightest hesitation, Flora recited a prayer directly to the Abyss, and a sliver of golden light flashed briefly on the Abyss's forehead.

Abyss opened his eyes almost simultaneously.

Before me was Leona, her head bowed, her pink lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed, as if she had made a great decision to give herself artificial respiration.

"Um... Leona? This is my first time kissing a girl... Could you...?"

Leona's eyes snapped open, meeting Abyss's blue-green eyes.

"...Be gentle?"

Chapter Sixty-Three: Because I completely trust you

Leona's mouth was wide open, and a blush spread rapidly across her pretty face. She stared intently into Abyss's eyes, unable to utter a single word.

“Hmm… I don’t mind.” Abyss nodded again, giving Leona an encouraging look. “As long as you like it.”

“I…I’m not…I…” Leona quickly explained.

Abis lay comfortably on Leona's lap, blinked, looked around, and said to her, "Oh, and Leona, I really underestimated your strength before. The clothes I bought for you were only suitable for ordinary aura warriors. Look, in such an intense battle, you've torn your clothes, with holes here and there... Oh, and you can even see inside this hole..."