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

The tentacles all changed direction and aimed at the Abyss.

"Who told you I was going to hurt you with that explosion?"

Abyss suddenly grinned.

"...?"

The Lord of Depravity hesitated for a moment.

Look around you. Aren't there some things that you recognize?

The Abyss did not know what the visual organ of this dark cloud was, but it was clear that the Fallen Lord obediently looked around.

Floating around Him were countless broken tentacles. These tentacles should have lost their vitality after being separated from His body and become aimless space debris. However, now these tentacles were like snakes swimming in water, twisting their broken bodies and moving towards the Lord of Depravity.

"This is..." the Lord of Depravity asked in confusion.

The severed tentacles gradually accelerated, transforming into arrows that shot directly into the dark clouds of the Lord of the Fallen.

Puff puff!

Unlike the Abyss's explosive magic that destroyed only one tentacle, these tentacles were numerous and incredibly fast. The Fallen Lord couldn't possibly extend his tentacles to defend himself. They crashed into the dark clouds, creating craters that, when connected, formed a massive void. The Fallen Lord's body began to writhe, disappearing in one place and reappearing in another. However, the rebellious tentacles relentlessly changed direction and flew towards him.

The tentacles that the Fallen Lord tried to use to defend himself were also broken off, and the broken pieces quickly joined the enemy's ranks, also flying towards the Fallen Lord.

"You've taken control of my severed tendrils!" The Lord of the Fallen's voice was tinged with panic, a stark contrast to his usual emotionless and dull demeanor. "This is impossible!"

"You say it's impossible because you are a god and I am just a mortal," the Abyss said, seemingly unperturbed by manipulating so many severed limbs. He leisurely watched the Fallen Lord's desperate attempt to evade the tentacles' pursuit using his teleportation ability. "Based on my understanding of gods, I, as a mere mortal, am indeed unqualified to control your severed limbs. Each segment would come at a great cost. But we are now in the dream of my servants. I am the master of my servants, and therefore I have risen a rank accordingly. Now my status is equal to yours, so all your severed limbs have become my subordinates."

Manipulating severed limbs is one of the most basic skills that necromancer apprentices learn in their first lesson. As the pinnacle of necromancers, the Abyss can effortlessly transform hundreds of millions of severed tentacles into his own minions to attack the Fallen Lord!

The Lord of the Fall possesses a unique mechanism that allows Him to withstand attacks from the Abyss; however, He cannot defend against attacks from His own body!

When His own tentacles pierced His own body, a portion of the dark cloud, which had remained unmoved by the external attack, dissipated. This small dissipation was but a drop in the ocean for the Fallen Lord's enormous body, but the sheer number of tentacles was overwhelming. The breakage of one tentacle could result in several broken pieces, all of which would become suicide squads attacking the Fallen Lord!

Boom!

In his intense agony, the Lord of Depravity even gave up speaking; He emitted a tremendous thunderclap, and His enormous body had long since become a giant sieve.

Seemingly enraged by the attack from the Abyss, the Lord of the Fall suddenly launched a new attack!

His body vanished, and he reappeared where the three Abyss members were standing! Ignoring the tentacles that were still attacking his body, he changed shape like an amoeba devouring its food, enveloping the figures of the three Abyss members!

Although His body was riddled with holes, His massive size still completely blocked all of Abyss's escape routes.

"You want to eat me?"

The scene before Abyss gradually changed. As the massive body of the Fallen Lord devoured and closed, the starry sky before him gradually turned into nothingness.

It's a concept different from darkness; it's not a color, but a "misreport" transmitted to the brain when all senses fail. In this void, all of a person's senses cease to function, and even the mind stops thinking…

It turns out that the Lord of Depravity's body, which resembled a black cloud, was actually nothingness.

Abyss smiled slightly; this unknown creature from another world had given him so many new discoveries.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and the void surrounding him, Leona, and Flora began to gradually engulf them. The snap made no sound, but it still had an effect.

Tens of thousands of kilometers away, a piece of bone flying outward at high speed suddenly twisted and turned into three people holding hands in an instant.

"You escaped!?" The Lord of the Fallen's voice rang out again, now filled with the panic and frustration of a child who had failed in a game. "In my nothingness... no spatial magic works..."

“I’m sorry, this isn’t a spatial spell.” Abyss released the hands of the two still somewhat bewildered girls beside him and patiently explained, “This space is now filled not only with your broken tentacles, but also with the bone fragments I just released. This isn’t a simple magical effect; each fragment is a continuation of my existence. The explosion just now was very intense, pushing these fragments to very, very far places. If I want, I can transfer myself to any fragment.”

The Lord of Fallen fell silent once more.

Countless tentacles continued to relentlessly pound against His massive body, causing the holes in His body to grow larger and larger, gradually making Him incomplete.

"Your status... I concede..."

The voice of the Lord of the Fallen finally came again.

"That's it?" Leona stared in disbelief. "I thought I was going to fight Him to the point of exhaustion..."

The current situation is quite different from what Leona imagined. She thought the Lord of the Fallen was just a very powerful monster that she would have to persuade with physical attacks, but when she got here she found that this monster was actually immune to external attacks. What defeated Him was the Abyss's intellectual crushing.

“Alright, then swear to become her subordinate.” Abyss didn’t mince words and patted Leona on the shoulder directly. “Give her your power, and I will provide you with the food you need. Don’t worry, I will definitely not let you suffer any losses.”

As the Abyss spoke, the tentacles he had been controlling, which were hurtling towards the Fallen, stopped flying, allowing the Fallen to slowly recover.

The Lord of Fallen writhes his massive body and utters words that should never have come from the mouth of a god.

“I, Repperos, am willing to become the servant of Leona Pracidia Crepeus and transfer my power to her.”

As a deity, the words of the Fallen Lord clearly carried considerable power. The moment He finished speaking, a burst of lightning erupted from Leona's body. The lightning flashed and disappeared in all directions before vanishing.

Leona immediately sensed something unusual about her body: an immense power instantly filled her, which she could unleash as lightning at any time if she wanted.

She tried to raise her hand, and a spear hundreds of meters long instantly appeared in her hand. It was a weapon formed from battle qi, but it was different from a simple battle qi weapon. It was surrounded by a large amount of lightning and contained extraordinary power!

"Congratulations, we succeeded." Abyss gave Leona a thumbs up.

"You just said you'd give Him food, what are you going to give Him?" Leona wasn't in the mood for joy; she grabbed the Abyss by the collar. "You wouldn't be......"

“Yes, feed my soul to Him.” Abyss laughed as if nothing had happened.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Feeding You a Potato Chip

In the distance, the body of the Fallen Lord melted away like snow at an incredible speed. As He disappeared, Leona gradually felt the power within her growing stronger. With just a thought, lightning would surround her body, protecting her from any harm or destroying any enemy who dared to stand in her way.

But she didn't have time to celebrate happily; what Abyss had just said made her anxious.

"You'll feed your soul to Him? Are you mentally challenged?" Leona grabbed Abyss's collar, pulling him so hard he couldn't straighten up. "How many times can you feed Him? Sooner or later He'll suck you dry until you're just an empty shell!"

Abyss was in an awkward position, so he quickly patted Leona's hand and said, "No, no, Leona, don't worry, let me tell you my solution."

Flora didn't confront Abyss like Leona did, but her eyes were filled with worry as she stared intently at the boy beside her.

“Do you remember the ‘vegetarian soul’ I researched before?” Leona finally released Abyss, and he straightened up. “This is the kind of soul I will feed to the Lord of the Fallen. I will take a small part of my own soul and then cultivate it into a very large one using the method of vegetarian soul cultivation, like an inexhaustible fruit tree, which will become His permanent source of food in the future.”

The vegetarian souls of the Abyss are a creation he made himself, which came in handy in the battle against Bishop Dallan. He discovered these souls by chance, using magic to mimic the existence of souls, and found that the creations made in this way had extremely similar properties to real souls, and could be manipulated at will.

He didn't know where his ability to create souls came from; it just happened naturally. This ability didn't even use the ancient language that mages used as incantations, but rather a language created by the Abyss himself. As for how he came up with this new language, the Abyss himself couldn't explain it; it was just a flash of inspiration that created it.

However, in the end, vegetarian souls are still simulated using magic. Vegetarian souls created purely with magic do not possess soul energy compared to real souls, which is naturally not recognized by the Fallen Lords. The failure of Bishop Dalan's sacrifice when the soul was switched also illustrates this point.

So the Abyss used another method—she peeled off a small fragment of her own soul and then used magic to complete it. Like cultivating a plant, allowing a tiny sprout to grow into a complete plant, she gained a new soul.

The price to pay for this is that Abyss will sleep for a few days to recover his damaged soul, during which time he will need the care of Flora and Leona.

Abyss explained his ideas to Leona and Flora, and the two finally felt at ease. This approach was not without cost, but to gain the power of an extraterrestrial evil god in exchange for just a few days of sleep was indeed a worthwhile deal.

The voice of the Lord of the Fallen came: "My power has been poured into her body... but it cannot be fully integrated into her own power... I can only truly merge with it after her soul becomes stronger..."

“I understand. She is an undead, and the strength of her soul is entirely up to me, her master. I just need to improve my own abilities.” Abyss nodded casually.

If any necromancer heard this, they would probably be so angry they'd vomit blood. The Abyss is already this powerful, yet it can still become stronger, and it seems like it's not even that difficult? Is there any justice in this world?

"The way you become stronger... is by gaining the loyalty of more followers, right?" Leona asked, a little jealous.

Abyss nodded: "That's right. After all, you all possess a portion of the Creator God's power. The more you acknowledge me, the more power I gain. Although I haven't truly felt that I've obtained the Creator God's power yet, my abilities in all aspects have indeed increased considerably, including my soul power. This is clearly inseparable from the guy who created the world."

Flora asked with some concern, "Won't Leona be transformed into a tentacle monster by the power of the Lord of the Fallen?"

"No... the tentacles are just a form of my power manifested... not my inherent attribute..." The Fallen Lord, who had no intention of breaking his oath, explained honestly.

Flora immediately understood. The reason the Lord of the Fallen had so many tentacles was not because tentacles were the only thing He could grow, but because He preferred the form of tentacles.

The Lord of the Fallen in the distance has shrunk to a very small size; His power has been hidden within Leona's body, waiting only for the Abyss's soul to grow stronger so that it can be released in greater quantities.

“Alright, now that it’s over, I’ll begin feeding Him.” Abyss nodded in satisfaction and, without hesitation, wiped his face. A small square patch of his face disappeared out of thin air, revealing a bright flame of soul within.

What's in the dream space now are actually the souls of the three people.

The Abyss held a thin fragment of soul in his hand and began to chant in his self-created language. This language was extremely difficult to pronounce, and the Abyss had to use magic to simulate sounds that no human throat could produce.

The fragment of the soul rapidly expanded like a piece of puffed food, but instead of growing into a new Abyss, it gradually expanded and eventually became a giant potato chip-like object about one meter in diameter.

"Give me food...I'm so hungry..."

The Lord of Fallen pleaded, for He, who had been severely weakened in the recent battle, now seemed to be starving.

“Try this, but don’t eat it all. Leave a little bit, and it will grow back.” Abyss looked a little sleepy after doing all this. He yawned and said, “If there are no problems, you can eat this every day and live a life where you no longer have to worry about food.”

The body of the Fallen Lord vanished in the distance, then reappeared before the three. Its former size, once the size of an asteroid, was now only a few kilometers long. It tentatively extended a few tentacles, broke off a small piece from the giant "potato chip" to preserve, and pushed the rest into the black cloud.

After a long silence, the voice of the Lord of Fallen came again.

"It's food...with a powerful soul..."

The monster, which only knew how to eat, revealed a hint of excitement.

Leona could clearly feel a slight surge of power within her, which had become even more abundant on top of its already strong foundation. Clearly, the state of the power bestowed upon her by the Lord of the Fallen was linked to whether the Lord of the Fallen had eaten his fill.

At the same time, an unusual scene flashed before Leona's eyes.

The Lord of Depravity, still contentedly digesting the soul chips made by the Abyss, seemed to transform into two women in an instant. They were completely naked, embracing each other, and turned their heads, their eyes fixed on this side.

But it was as if it were an illusion; before Leona could react, she had vanished. The Lord of the Fall was still that giant monster covered in tentacles; where was the woman?

Chapter 80 The Moon Knights

The Abyss's plan is complete. Although the Fallen Lord's power hasn't been fully transferred to Leona, at least the Fallen Lord has sworn allegiance. This creature, whose greatest desire is simply to fill his stomach, should remain loyal as long as he has enough food. With this step completed, the Fallen Lord's entire power is now in the Abyss's grasp.

The Abyss doesn't fully understand how powerful the Creator God is, but based on all the evidence so far, this Creator God possesses the power of life and death over all objects in the world. If one only possesses great power, it may not be enough to contend with the Creator God—as the supreme ruler of the world, the Creator God could perhaps directly reclaim this power, or even erase the Abyss from reality, making him never have existed.

Abyss knew he only had one chance to challenge the Creator God, so he would do his utmost to gather as much power as possible—divine, hybrid, and interdimensional—only in this way would he have more trump cards to use. He didn't know when the Creator God would return from the other world, so he could only try to acquire all the power he desired.

"Flora should be the first to wake up soon, and then Leona will probably wake up in the morning." Abyss finally breathed a sigh of relief after the figure of the Lord of the Fallen completely disappeared and became part of Leona's power. "As for me, I probably won't wake up for the next few days. I'll be sleeping and recovering my damaged soul. I'll have to ask you to carry me around for the next few days."

On his face, a piece of his soul that had just been peeled off had not yet grown back, and occasionally a small wisp of soul flame would emerge from it.

“Dear Mr. Bellator, I have a question! Can’t we just stay here and wait for you to wake up?” Leona immediately raised her hand and asked.

“Of course not.” Abis spread his hands. “I have no money.”

"Pah! You penniless pauper!" Leona immediately rolled her eyes.