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

Gylvia reached out to Leona and Flora, and rolled up her sleeve, revealing a scar on her arm—a scar that looked like it would have been left after being pierced by a red-hot iron rod, which was very unusual for a princess's arm.

“In one nightmare, I tried to let Him touch me, to see if the nightmare was just a terrifying hallucination or if something was really affecting my mind, and this scar was left behind,” Gylvia said with some heartache.

"At that time, I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and the wound just wouldn't heal. Every time I saw it, I would think of that terrifying, huge creature in my dream... It was everyone's careful care that gave me hope to live. Later, one of my old soldiers gave me a pendant. It is said that several people died for this pendant. This pendant has the ability to calm the mind and accelerate healing, which is why my wound healed and I no longer see that monster every time I close my eyes."

With a wry smile, Gylvia gently wiped her lower eyelid with her hand, wiping away some of the foundation she had applied. Only then did Leona and Flora notice her dark circles—the princess's energetic demeanor was just an act; she really needed rest.

But how can she rest? Whenever she sleeps, she dreams of that monster, and then embarks on an endless escape in her dreams. Perhaps reality is better than dreams.

Flora looked at her with some heartache. She now knew how her Spring of Dew had been lost. It was definitely Gylvia's loyal subordinates who risked their lives to break into her grave and steal the Spring of Dew to save their princess.

Flora suddenly remembered that on the night she regained her senses, Abyss seemed to have mentioned something about him, something about him covering someone's escape from the Church's pursuit...

Are they the ones?

"I've researched a lot of information and consulted some of my knowledgeable subordinates. I've finally come to the conclusion that Kevin is using a god from another world. People on the continent who know about this call him an extraterrestrial evil god. Kevin's ambition is terrifying, not just to sit on the throne. He may be planning to do something even more terrifying... I must find out and stop him from harming our people. Before that, I must first figure out how to restrain him."

Leona bit her lower lip and thought for a moment, as several clues in her mind began to connect.

That mage with only half a head might be a subordinate of that extraterrestrial evil god... because the smoke projection he released had the ability to pull people into sleep, which might be a necessary condition for activating the extraterrestrial evil god's ability described by Gylvia...

No wonder the smoke had such a strong hypnotic effect. High-level undead have almost 100% resistance to hypnosis. If it could make Leona fall asleep just by touching her, it could be explained by the power of an extraterrestrial evil god.

“Givia, I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me at first, so I didn’t tell you, but the corpse I brought back wasn’t an ordinary corpse—it only had half a head, yet it could chant spells and pinpoint my location; it was very strange,” Leona immediately said to Givia. “Are you aware of this?”

Flora was startled by these words. So Leona had just faced such a terrifying enemy?

"A mage with only half a head?" Gylvia was somewhat surprised. "No... I've never encountered one like that before. What trick is Kevin up to this time? Or is it..."

"Or has he gained new mastery of the power of that extraterrestrial evil god over this long period of time?"

“Yes… we can’t rule out that possibility…” Jivia seemed a little anxious.

"I'll go check on that body again!" Leona's intuition suddenly told her something was wrong, so she jumped out of the covered wagon and jumped into the one containing the body.

There were no bodies left; on the wooden planks inside the wagon, only a pool of asphalt-like substance remained, emitting a pungent, fishy stench…

Chapter Ninety-Two: Abyss's eyes lit up

The gift for the Abyss is gone!

This was the first thought in Leona's mind.

Of course, she quickly realized that this wasn't just a matter of the gift, but also a matter of losing a clue. As a necromancer, the Abyss possessed considerable expertise in anatomy and magic. If he had a corpse to study, he might be able to find some useful information. But a puddle of strange-smelling black mud? How could he possibly study that?

Should we send Abyss up to taste it? What if he gets an upset stomach?

With that thought in mind, Leona returned unhappily to the caravan where Gylvia was.

"What happened to that body?" Givia asked curiously.

“The body is gone, turned into a black puddle… By the way, your wagon is probably ruined, because the thing that the body turned into is like tar, it’s covered the floorboards.” Leona sighed. “Sigh, we might have been able to figure something out, but now it’s turned into this.”

"So... does that mean the mage who attacked us today wasn't human?" Jivia speculated.

“Probably not. I don’t know any human race that can chant magic spells with everything above the nose gone and the whole brain cut off,” Leona sighed. “Besides, it’s not an undead. Undead turn to ash or back into corpses after being destroyed. I’ve never heard of an undead turning into black mud after death.”

“I must stop Kevin.” Jivia looked out of the wagon with some worry. “That mage who attacked us just now was probably his doing… He planned to use that mage to kill me and wipe me off the face of the earth. If it weren’t for you guys, I might have turned to ashes along with the wagon.”

"There's one more thing..." Flora thought to remind Gvia.

“I know… there’s a traitor in our group, but I don’t have any evidence yet to prove who it is…” Gylvia said. “We Ossi people rarely study magic, and neither do my guards. None of us know much about magic. I don’t know how the traitor leaked my itinerary. Before we set off, only Santos and I knew our destination, and Santos would never betray me. He lost his position and all his wealth in the capital to protect me as I escaped. Someone who sacrificed so much for me couldn’t possibly be the traitor…”

Leona and Flora exchanged a glance. Although they were both unparalleled geniuses on the continent, neither of them was particularly proficient in magic. Leona had stopped at the beginner level, and Flora only knew a little bit. If they could wake Abyss up now, things might become simpler. However, Abyss still needed to repair his soul. They couldn't just wake him up to help a princess they had only known for a day find a traitor, could they?

The group didn't stop, continuing their relentless advance towards the Eastern Empire. Givia gave Leona a bottle to hold a potion, to be used to collect samples of the black sludge formed from the mage's corpse. As for the search for the traitor, Givia didn't intend to tell the guards; it would not only alert the enemy but also damage the group's morale.

Even though they were all brave Ossi warriors willing to go through fire and water for her, they were still somewhat downcast after losing their comrades in today's attack, and we couldn't afford to upset them any further.

Fortunately, they did not encounter any more attackers on their way forward. Kevin seemed surprised that the mage he had sent out had failed in his mission—after all, given the half-mage's own strength and the power of that strange cloud, there should be no one on the continent who could gain an advantage over him, let alone defeat him.

Unfortunately, his mission encountered a variable called Leona, who not only gained an overwhelming advantage but also kicked away the mage's remaining half of his head.

The Spring of Sweet Water, which now belonged to Gylvia, was respectfully returned to her by her guards. The guards' previously fatal injuries had almost completely healed with the help of the Spring of Sweet Water and Flora's divine magic. According to Gylvia, after acquiring the Spring of Sweet Water, she could sleep peacefully for about an hour each night, after which nightmares would begin.

The convoy traveled for a whole day, and as darkness fell, they found a relatively safe spot nestled against a hillside to set up camp. After enjoying some simple rations and boiled dried meat, everyone prepared to rest, except for a few guards who took turns sleeping to keep watch and ensure the camp's safety.

After tidying up, Jivia lay down to sleep. Although she still dreamed of terrifying monsters about an hour later, she desperately needed rest, and even just an hour felt like a luxury.

Leona and Flora were assigned to a tent and entered with Abyss. These were items left behind by the dead guards. In the past, Leona would have definitely felt it was unlucky to sleep in a dead man's tent, but now the situation was different—Leona herself was dead, so it didn't seem inappropriate for a dead man to sleep in a dead man's tent.

Flora and Leona, who didn't need to sleep, certainly wouldn't waste time lying there pretending to sleep. The two girls, who were the same age, sat next to the fast-sleeping Abyss and chatted about girly topics.

Just as Leona was talking about what kind of handkerchiefs she liked, a bright light suddenly caught her attention.

"Huh?" Leona blinked and said to Flora, "Did you see the Abyss's eyes glowing just now?"

"Is it glowing?" Flora had her back to the Abyss and didn't see any light, so she quickly turned around to look.

Abyss lay there, breathing gently, and showed no signs of distress.

"I just saw it! There was a light coming from under his eyelids. His eyes weren't open, but his pupils were glowing!" Leona exclaimed.

Flora was quite surprised. Abyss's eyes did indeed glow, but that should be the light from his soul flames when he used magic. Soul flames are not physical entities, but rather something like projections that emerge from his eye sockets.

She stared curiously at Abyss's face, but Abyss remained peacefully asleep, showing no particular reaction.

However, after staring at the Abyss for a while, Flora also noticed the strange phenomenon Leona had mentioned—

Two golden rays of light shone from beneath Abyss's eyelids. These rays were not dazzling, but they were clearly visible in the darkness!

"Isn't this the kind of light that's often seen when divine magic is cast?" Flora asked in surprise. "What's going on?"

Chapter Ninety-Three: Meeting the Master of All the Mages on the Continent

"What's going on?" Leona was a little confused by the situation. "Flora, did he use divine magic in his sleep? Didn't he obtain a portion of your power through some necromancy bond?"

“This shouldn’t be happening…” Even if Flora was the most outstanding divine magic genius on the entire continent, she had never seen this problem before. “Divine magic cannot be cast in a dream because prayers in a dream are ineffective and cannot be applied to the real world. A divine magician must be awake, preferably in a state of perfect mental condition, and chant incantations with sacred words to use divine magic. I have never seen anything like this before.”

"Could the Abyss be under some kind of curse? Does he have any enemies? Should you cast some kind of awakening spell on him to wake him up?" Leona knew nothing about magic, but she was still very worried about the Abyss's safety.

Her concerns were not unfounded. The Abyss was quite willful and didn't care about anything except adhering to the necromancer's code and disliking chaos. Such a person might inadvertently ruin the grand plans of some bad guys while doing something.

It's impossible to say that the Abyss has no enemies; it's just that the Abyss might not even know that anyone considers him an enemy. After all, the fighting power of everyone on the entire continent is insignificant in his eyes.

"It's best not to wake him rashly...maybe he's doing something." Flora thought for a moment, "I'll try to use divine magic to check his mental state...hopefully he's alright."

Leona nodded and watched Flora begin to cast her divine spell.

Flora chanted a few prayers in a low voice, and a faint golden light connected her brow to the Abyss's brow, but the connection lasted only a moment before disappearing.

"How is it? How is it?" Leona asked hurriedly.

“This…” Flora didn’t relax. Her brows furrowed, and she said in disbelief, “My divine magic… has failed… Some force is interfering with my use of divine magic. It seems that my connection with the Nine Gods has been severed…”

"what!?"

……

"Bellator".

“...Bellator”.

In a daze, Abyss heard a voice calling his name over and over again.

The sound was very soft, coming from all directions, causing Abyss, whose eyes had been closed, to slowly open them and look at his surroundings.

This is a large courtyard with lush lawns and verdant trees, where countless flowers bloom. The sky is milky white, with occasional glimpses of golden light drifting down from above, only to disappear before reaching the ground.

Seeing this scene before him, Abyss smiled.

He had been to this place before, right after he learned divine magic from the soul of a divine mage—this was the realm of gods, the abode of the nine deities of the continent of Hai-Tver.

"Bellator".

The voice called his name again, this time not from all directions, but from behind him.

Abyss turned around and saw a woman standing behind him.

The woman wore an antique hooded robe and rested her left hand on a silver wand, the tip of which held a crystal ball emitting a bright white light. She stood there silently facing the Abyss, half her face visible beneath the wide brim of the hood, revealing no emotion.

Greetings, God of Magic.

Before the woman behind him could introduce herself, Abyss bowed and gave her an impeccable salute.

"You know me?"

The woman seemed somewhat surprised, but her face didn't show much expression. She didn't move her mouth while speaking, and her body didn't rise and fall with her breathing; she was practically a wax figure.

“Of course I know you,” Abyss laughed. “You are a god revered by all mages on the entire continent of Hai-Tver. Although we necromancers also worship the god of death and slaughter, you are of course number one in our hearts.”

The Goddess of Magic showed no emotion, revealing not a trace of pleasure despite the Abyss's politeness and flattery. She paused for a moment, then spoke to the Abyss, "Do you know why I summoned you to the realm of the gods?"

“Of course I don’t know, my lady.” Abyss shrugged. “I just subdued an evil god from another world and tore off a piece of my own soul to feed Him. I’m currently repairing my damaged soul by sleeping.”

Abyss was, of course, joking. He knew the reason why the gods had summoned him the moment he suddenly appeared in the realm of the gods.

Although the nine gods did not hold the same high position in the Abyss's heart as the other unsuspecting ordinary people on the continent, the Abyss never regarded these nine deities as fools or blind. They might not bother with the trivial matters he had done in the mortal realm, but from the battle with Dalan onwards, he knew that his actions could no longer be kept secret.

After all, it was a large-scale battle, a battle between two peak ninth-tier mages, something that happens only once every few decades.

The Abyss was originally prepared to negotiate with the gods and ask if they would allow him to kill their creator. However, to the Abyss's surprise, he did not feel anything unusual after killing Dalan. He even had time to chat with Princess Helen and eventually went to a dream to recruit an extraterrestrial evil god with Leona.

He had a rough idea of ​​what was going on. Based on his previous observations in the divine realm, the nine gods' activities there were essentially just sitting there idly, their divine duties automatically instructing them to respond to the prayers of believers and automatically send down their small blessings.

The same goes for the sorcerers' prayers; they are all fully automatic. However, the Abyss has never seen the gods make any movements when Flora prays for divine spells, since the scale and effects of those spells are quite exaggerated.

"...You did a great job."

"The God of Magic suddenly spoke."

Abis rubbed his ears.

"What did you say? I took it upon myself to subdue a god from another world and make him my own. Don't you intend to confiscate him?"

“You’ve done a great job. All nine of us fully support your actions and have no intention of confiscating the extraterrestrial evil god power you obtained.”