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

How beautiful were Flora's collarbones? While she was alive, many longed to catch a glimpse of this magnificent sight. However, as a saint of the Papacy, her attire was strictly regulated. Regardless of the season, she would always be completely covered in gorgeous gowns, making it impossible for ordinary people to see her. The only ones who could frequently see her were her personal maids, but even they were strictly controlled and forbidden from speaking ill of the saint's body.

The Abyss, now gazing directly at Flora, could be considered the happiest man in the world. If Flora's admirers from back then knew this, they would surely try to drown him by spitting on him.

Although Flora's race is that of the majority of the Northern humans in the Western Empire, and she has no elven blood, her skin is as delicate as that of the noblest grey elves. It is also fair and translucent, with the lines of her veins visible beneath, which adds to her sexiness.

Her collarbone was beautifully defined, and her body fat percentage, carefully cultivated by the Vatican, made her slender yet healthy. Even though the Abyss didn't have many frivolous thoughts about women, he couldn't help but marvel at Flora's perfection.

But Flora's hands didn't stop. She slowly unhooked her bra from top to bottom, a slight blush on her face. She held the bra with both hands and slowly revealed it to the Abyss...

There was a fist-sized hole in her flat abdomen, revealing her pink intestines.

"Abyss, my body is rotting... Can you help me?"

Abis stared blankly at Flora's face.

"My body is rotting, Abyss, can you help me repair it? I don't want it to be like this... It's so ugly... Abyss... Abyss..."

Leona, standing nearby, rolled up one of her trouser legs, revealing a calf that was nothing but bones underneath: "ABC, please help me, I'm rotting too..."

"Tsk..."

Abyss felt a surge of anger for no apparent reason.

This wasn't the real world at all; it was just a nightmare seamlessly integrated with reality! Abyss had to admit that he had been fooled for a moment!

It would have been one thing if he had been fooled, but the Abyss wasn't one to back down from a losing streak. He could simply admit defeat and find a way to get revenge later. However, this nightmare had actually played a trick on his two beloved, kind, and trustworthy family members, which really angered the Abyss.

The last time I got angry was when I encountered that stupid necromancer who was being used but still acted all high and mighty.

Abyss slowly stood up, ignoring the fake Flora and fake Leona behind him who were muttering "help me," and walked straight out of the tent.

Indeed, this place was exactly the same as the other soldiers' dreams, right where they had set up camp.

The voices behind them began to draw closer, and the fake Flora Riona, whom Abyss had left inside, was also coming out.

If the Abyss were to begin its escape at this point, the person monitoring the dream, whose location and method of surveillance are unknown, could pinpoint its exact location based on the Abyss's and others' patterns of movement. The larger the area of ​​its activity, the more accurate the location would be.

But Abyss did not intend to run away. Instead, he turned around and looked at the two fake relatives who were approaching him with mournful and blank expressions.

Fake Flora's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and she reached out to grab Abyss's face.

Abyss slapped her hand away, but a sharp burning sensation shot through the area where their hands had touched. Looking down, Abyss saw a burn on his skin. Fortunately, it was just a dream; in reality, Abyss's skin was likely not burned.

“Abyss…why won’t you help me…why did you abandon me? Didn’t you trust me the most? Weren’t you willing to entrust yourself to me? Why…”

"How long are you going to keep impersonating my Flora and Leona?" Abyss sighed impatiently.

He dodged the attack from the fake Leona who was following behind and slowly ran away from them. These two fake familiars in the nightmare ran very slowly, so Abyss didn't need to sprint. At the same time, his mind raced, thinking about how to escape this dream and even trace back to the creator of the nightmare.

“Hmm… this dream seems to have been generated automatically based on my memories. It’s actually a terrifying hallucination that arose from my own mind being affected… I don’t seem to have any breakthrough point…” Abyss glanced back at the two staggering fake familiars behind him, stroking his chin as he pondered, “The Observer… what methods does he use to observe… hmm… wait, I think I can try this… since you’ve angered me, I’ll give you something ruthless…”

Abyss suddenly stopped, then his lips moved slightly, and a string of profound magical incantations came from his mouth.

Magic swirled around him, gathering and transforming into flowing magical runes on his body.

However, these runes began to slowly detach from the Abyss's body, forming a ring that rotated around him.

These runes are all quite large, as if they were deliberately designed to make it easy to read what they mean...

……

"what!"

This was a basement, but instead of being filled with clutter or goods, there was a bed and several chairs beside it. Lying on the bed was an old woman with a wrinkled face and a large tumor on her nose. Suddenly, she screamed and sat up abruptly.

Her sudden shout startled several people sitting on the chairs next to her.

“How dare you, Ottia! How dare you shout at His Majesty Kevin?” a pale-faced, beardless eunuch rebuked in a sharp voice.

“Don’t rush to reprimand her, be patient, Apos.” Beside him sat a burly, strong man, wearing a golden crown on his forehead and expensive leather armor. He smiled slightly and said to the old woman who had just sat up in bed and was still panting heavily in fear, “Otia, tell me what you saw in those nightmares? Tell me the location of the Restoration Army you saw.”

The old woman stared at the crown-wearing man, still shaken, and remained silent for a long time.

"Otia, His Majesty is asking you a question!" the eunuch shouted again.

The old woman named Otia seemed to finally come to her senses. She stared blankly at His Majesty Kevin, her lips moving for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"I saw runes... the runes said... it's vampire intestines! It's vampire intestines!"

The old woman suddenly screamed wildly.

"Vampire intestines! Vampire intestines! Hahaha! I am vampire intestines! You are vampire intestines too!"

Chapter 102 "The Dream Watcher"

After the rune spun three times, Abyss felt the world around him rapidly collapse, and his body plummeted. In this falling sensation, he opened his eyes.

"Whoa!" came Leona's panicked cry.

"Huh... why is my pillow split... ah... Leona, why are you letting me rest my head between your legs?" Abyss clearly felt his head pressing against Leona's soft belly and immediately asked the question.

"I...I...I didn't! I didn't! You...you...you! How did you wake up so quickly!" Leona frantically grabbed Abyss's shoulders and pushed him away, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

Flora couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Abyss, don't get me wrong, Leona wasn't trying to tease you. She just wanted to change the way she was sitting and was switching you from one leg to the other when you woke up halfway through."

"Oh, I see. I knew it. Why would Leona play a trick on me?" Abyss laughed in sudden realization, sitting up. "How long have I been asleep?"

"You only slept for about twenty minutes. What did you do? Did you succeed?" Flora asked curiously. She had thought Abyss would sleep soundly until dawn, but she didn't expect him to wake up so quickly.

Leona finally calmed down, hugged her knees and sat down on the side looking aggrieved, glancing at Abyss with one eye.

“It seems to have worked.” Abyss grinned mischievously. “I gave that guy who was observing our location through nightmares a hard time, and it looks like it worked, which is why I was able to escape from the nightmare so easily.”

"What method did you use to break free from the shackles of nightmares?" Flora became interested. Since Abyss had asked this, it meant he intended to explain in detail.

"Heh heh, at first I was also thinking about how to break free from the shackles of nightmares, and then what clues to use to find the guy who's observing us through nightmares, but in the end I gave up. After all, this is the divine art of an extraterrestrial evil god, and I know nothing about its principles and properties, so trying to figure it out won't get me anywhere." Abyss cracked his knuckles in annoyance. "Do you know what my nightmares are? I've never been afraid of anything in my life, so my nightmares aren't as terrifying as others'. In my dream, your bodies are rotting, and you're asking me for help."

"Pfft." Flora couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not bragging, but my body really won't rot. You can rest assured about that, Abyss. I have a permanent divine blessing on me."

“Of course I know your body won’t rot, and neither will Leona’s, because her aura level is too high, so her body has become beyond that of ordinary creatures. Although her rank hasn’t risen, the common decay phenomena of ordinary corpses won’t happen to her.” Abyss nodded and said, “So I immediately determined that it was a dream. This makes me a little angry. I don’t like it when people make fun of you, especially when they make you look bad.”

"And then what did you do?" Leona asked softly.

"And then? Then I came up with a wicked plan," Abyss said. "I used magic to condense a powerful mental stimulation spell into a rune, and then spun it around on my body for the guy who was observing me to see. As I expected, when he saw the spell spinning around on my body, he indeed recited it in his mind. That's when he fell for my trap. No matter who it is, as long as their mental resistance isn't strong enough—I estimate at least at the level of a dragon—they will be severely stimulated. For the next few months, he probably won't be able to think about anything except my pre-set phrase 'vampire intestines.' He will become a fanatical vampire intestines enthusiast in the future, and he will also forget everything he saw tonight."

"You used illusion magic in your own nightmare, to show it to the people observing it?" Leona twisted her head and thought for a while, seemingly finally sorting out the logic, and exclaimed, "Only you could come up with such a strange method, and it actually worked?"

“I was right, it’s still humans observing our nightmares,” Abyss said. “I just stumbled upon this by sheer luck. But I haven’t used such a ruthless tactic in a long time; it’s practically skirting the edges of necromancer doctrine.”

"So we're safe now?" Flora didn't seem to care how the Abyss treated the person who used nightmares to track their location. After all, Flora had just finished cleaning up the bodies of the young soldiers who had died in battle during the day. She knew that these young soldiers had died because of the guy who used nightmares to detect their location and tipped them off. Therefore, even though she was compassionate, she didn't feel sorry for the guy who had been tricked by the Abyss.

"Yes, we should be safe now. If Princess Gylvia changes the route slightly when we set off tomorrow, we should be able to rest easy. However, I'm not sure if the enemy can send someone else to observe Nightmare. If they can, I'll think of another way." Abyss nodded, looking particularly relaxed after completing his mission.

……

The Abyss is relaxed, but the atmosphere is not so comfortable in a basement hundreds of kilometers away.

Kevin held a dripping axe in his hand, while an old woman lay on the ground, her neck cleaved in half, already dead. Blood splattered everywhere, slowly flowing across the ground.

"Your Majesty, do you still need me to convert a new Dream Seer?" the eunuch beside Kevin asked respectfully.

Kevin coldly stared at the corpse on the ground: "Start preparing a new Dream Watcher immediately, but for the next few days, don't spy on the dreams of those around Gylvia. That cunning she-vixen Gylvia must have used some method to influence the minds of the Dream Watchers."

"This is the first time I've ever seen anything like it... I always thought the Nightmare Lord's power was flawless..."

"I don't need your words. How could you doubt the power of the Lord of Nightmares? If you don't want another corpse on the ground, go and do the task I've given you right now, and stop gossiping here."

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty!"

"Hmph, also, let my Nightmare Spirits, who are lying in ambush along the roads Gvia might take, conduct their own search. Even if I can't send my own troops to the Western Empire, I will seize every opportunity to eliminate her!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The eunuch hurriedly ran out to attend to his business, leaving Kevin standing there.

Although it was the middle of the night, Kevin showed no signs of fatigue. He kicked the corpse of the old woman who had just been disrespectful to him, calling him a vampire's intestines, and said coldly, "Hmph, fragile humans."

Chapter 103 Curious Baby Abyss

At dawn, Princess Gylvia, who had spent the entire night in nightmares, awoke and stepped out of her tent to find Leona and Flora leading the boy who had accompanied them, asking the soldiers in the camp if they had slept well the night before.

The boy woke up? This was the first time Gylvia had seen Abyss awake. He was thin and his gait didn't seem to indicate good physical strength. He always had a faint smile on his face, and his skin was pale, making him look genuinely ill.

She walked over to Leona and Flora and overheard the conversation between the Abyss and the soldiers.

"...Are you really sure you slept very soundly? Did you really not dream of anything strange or unusual?"

"Why are you asking me these questions so early in the morning? I've already told you, I didn't dream last night. The night just passes by in the blink of an eye. What more do you want from me?"

"It seems you have no memory of your own dream."

"If I had a strange dream, I certainly wouldn't forget it so completely. Don't you even have this much common sense? Don't think that just because you're Miss Flora's brother I'll play along with your nonsense. I have important things to do."

Abis spoke Ossi, which allowed the soldier to communicate with him without difficulty. Abis spoke Ossi very well, without any strange accent, which aroused a bit of curiosity in Gylvia.

The boy was short, small for a boy, and his face resembled that of someone from the Southern Territory, the dominant race in the Eastern Empire. Judging from his hair, he might also have some elven mixed ancestry. Neither his physique nor his features clearly indicated any Ossi blood. However, he spoke Ossi fluently, almost like a native Ossi boy.

"Hello, you must be Leona and Flora's younger brother? It's nice to meet you. Is your head all better now?"

Gylvia greeted them with a smile. Having adapted to the nightmare, even after being tormented for an entire night, she still managed to muster her energy in the morning. This wasn't out of vanity, but rather because, as a leader, she needed to present a positive image to her subordinates to maintain morale.

Abyss turned around and saw Gylvia, somewhat confused about what she meant by saying her head was not seriously injured.

Leona immediately started whistling awkwardly from the side.

"You must be Princess Gylvia. Abyss Bellator greets you."

Abyss bowed to Givya, speaking in Ossi.

“Mr. Abyss, you’ve been sleeping for a long time and must be starving. Please don’t mind our soldiers’ food. We only brought the necessary rations because we’re rushing. The soldiers and I eat the same things,” said Gylvia. “After breakfast, we’ll continue our journey.”

“Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness Gylvia.” Abis said politely at first, then immediately said, “Your Highness Gylvia, I have heard from my ‘two sisters’ about your nightmares. May we talk about it over dinner? I am quite curious about it. If I have offended you, please forgive me in advance.”

Gylvia raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected the boy to want to know about her nightmare as soon as he woke up. But considering that Leona could easily take down the powerful mage sent by the enemy, and that Flora could use fairly professional healing magic (she had also been influenced by Flora's divine magic and treated it as magic), it didn't seem so abrupt that Abyss wanted to know about her nightmare as soon as he woke up.

Perhaps this young man is not so simple. Judging from his speech, his fluent Ossi, and his thirst for knowledge, he might be a scholar. He appears so young because he has elven blood, which grants him a longer lifespan than ordinary people. The powerful aura warrior and the highly skilled mage are likely his friends or attendants.

Gylvia mentally rehearsed the situation in the Abyss, but quickly stopped herself from doing so. As a leader, she couldn't rely solely on her intuition.