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

"How do you plan to rest?" After Santos had stored the carriage, Gylvia stood at the inn's counter and turned to ask Abys and the other two, "I can book one large room for the three of you, or two, or three."

Leona and Flora immediately looked at Abyss, wondering what he planned to do next.

“Could you please give us two rooms for the three of us?” Abyss said. “The two of them get along very well and can rest together. I can sleep in my own room—or rather, I don’t need to sleep at all, because I’ve already slept for a long time and I’m really well-rested.”

Leona was touched by Abyss's rare gentlemanly demeanor, but also felt a little regretful. Flora, standing beside her, also looked somewhat disappointed; she had originally planned to take care of Abyss to sleep that night.

"You two should get some rest. I know you rarely travel such long distances in covered wagons before. Now you can finally stretch your legs and relax completely," Abyss said softly to the two girls.

“If there are enemies…” Flora asked hesitantly.

Abyss didn't answer, but winked at Flora. Flora quickly understood what Abyss meant—he wanted Leona and Flora, who had taken care of him along the way, to rest easy and leave everything else to him.

Flora nodded silently. She trusted the Abyss's abilities. Since the Abyss had made these arrangements, she would relax with Leona tonight and stop thinking about anything else.

……

The entire convoy settled down, and the soldiers rented several cheap rooms near Gylvia's room. Several people slept together, while two or three people took turns guarding the safety of Gylvia's room.

Abis sat down in his room, a small room at a very reasonable price, containing only a small bed. This was Abis's insistence, as he hadn't planned on getting a good night's sleep anyway; he didn't even intend to lie down.

When will the assassin sent by Prince Kevin arrive? The excitement of facing a new enemy kept Abyss's mind quite active even at night.

He sat quietly in the room, slowly reading a book recorded by Leona's ancestor, a notebook of an extraterrestrial evil god. Occasionally, he would open the door and glance down the corridor. Abyss and Gylvia's rooms were at opposite ends of the corridor; a glance down the corridor was enough to spot any suspicious individuals.

A soldier was strolling along the corridor, pretending to be unable to sleep. Upon seeing the Abyss, he gave it a slight bow as a sign of respect and then continued his patrol.

Time passed quickly. When Abyss finished reading the notes and closed them, three hours had already passed, and it was late at night.

Before Abyss entered, he had secretly set up a simple magical defense mechanism outside. If anyone or anything sneaked into the inn, it would be impossible for them to escape his detection.

"They're really not coming, are they? That would be so boring," Abyss muttered to himself.

As he spoke, he opened the door again and glanced down into the corridor.

The corridor was still the same corridor, and the soldier who had been guarding the princess was still pretending to be a traveler, occasionally glancing at Gylvia's room.

Just as Abyss was about to say "what a pity" again and close the window, he suddenly noticed something was off about the patrolling guard.

His gait was different from that of ordinary soldiers; he walked with great ease, as if he were strolling in low gravity, and his body, clad in leather armor, seemed rather unnatural—too thin.

"Wait... do assassins sent by the enemy really need to go through the process of 'coming in'?" A thought immediately popped into Abyss's mind.

Chapter 107 This Guard is a Bit Strange

There seems to be something wrong with the guard in front of us.

Without hesitation, Abyss chanted a spell, and a faint magical fluctuation, imperceptible to ordinary people, spread out from him, returning after two breaths.

Heartbeat detection is a spell that does not belong to the Necromancer school. It was invented by healers to detect whether the heartbeat of the injured person they are treating still exists. As long as there is a beating heart in a creature within a certain range, the result can be returned to the healer.

However, heartbeat detection is an essential skill for intermediate and higher-level necromancers. The reason is simple: this spell can determine whether the target is truly dead, with a high success rate and efficiency, and it's much more elegant than finishing off a corpse. Using necromancy on living or half-dead people will have no effect and will only waste casting materials.

Thus, this spell, originally intended to heal the living, was widely used by necromancers in their daily work and studies, much to the chagrin of the healing school of mages.

The magic wave that returned the information quickly informed Abyss of the result—the guard indeed had no heartbeat.

A smile crept across Abis's lips. Luckily, he discovered it early; otherwise, he might not have found out until the guy had already launched his assassination attempt.

He stopped peeping through the door frame, stepped out of his room, walked straight to the guard, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey bro, I'm really interested in what's under your shirt. Can you take it off and let me see?"

He smiled kindly at the guard.

The guard was visibly taken aback, his eyes slowly darting around twice before he said, "No."

He seemed to have a slight lisp when he spoke, his voice was very soft, and the shirt under his leather armor noticeably sagged a few times.

The Abyss didn't wait for his consent. The necromancer's code requires respect for both the living and the dead, but this guy in front of him was neither alive nor dead, and the Abyss couldn't be bothered to respect these monsters that were most likely mass-produced out of thin air.

He grabbed the guard's leather armor, and his arm instantly covered with sharp white bones that formed a claw shape. With a gentle pull, the thick leather armor, which could have withstood the blows of sharp weapons, along with the chainmail and shirt underneath, shattered like a spider web cut by a hot knife, revealing the body beneath.

As for the body, this guy's entire abdomen and back were a huge hole running through it, and all his internal organs had disappeared. What was displayed before Abyss was his bloodless, pale muscles and disgusting fat.

Abis frowned at him and asked, "Can you tell me how you straighten your back without a spine?"

The guard, of course, wouldn't answer Abyss's out-of-touch question. Knowing he had been discovered, he drew his knife from his waist, spun around, and slashed directly at Abyss's neck.

A burst of fierce fighting spirit erupted from the guard, and at the same time, many magical runes flashed on his sword—he was casting magic on his attack as he swung his sword.

when!

The knife struck the Abyss's neck, the loud metallic clang echoing through the inn with a shower of sparks. The part of the Abyss that was struck was already covered in a layer of bone armor.

But the attack wasn't over yet. As the weapon made contact with the Abyss's body, the magic attached to it also took effect: a tremendous force pushed the blade down, but it was stuck in the Abyss's bone armor and couldn't move an inch.

"A magic warrior?" Abyss smiled slightly. This guy was very strong. If Abyss were just an ordinary mage, he might already be dead—his attacks had anti-magic effects and could break through the defenses of ordinary mages.

Since this guy had no internal organs, Abyss didn't want to keep him around as a menace any longer. He quickly recited a string of difficult incantations, and powerful magic immediately took effect on the fake guard.

*Pfft! Pfft!*

Before the fake guard could even utter a scream, the remaining bones in his body rapidly deformed and multiplied under the Abyss's magic, transforming into sharp blades that pierced through his body, slicing through his skin and muscles from every bone, and destroying all the armor he was wearing in the process.

In the blink of an eye, the fake guard was dissected by his own bones, his body completely disintegrated, and he collapsed directly in front of the Abyss.

A pungent, fishy smell emanated from the fake guard's corpse, and Abis immediately crouched down to carefully examine the changes in his body.

It really wasn't a living being. Abyss narrowed his eyes slightly. The flesh and blood protruding from the large hole in the guy's stomach and back were just for show. He did have bones and skin, but his muscle tissue was completely different from that of a living being. It was basically a bag of black mud that began to corrode after being exposed to air... no, it assimilated its own bones and skin, turning them into black mud as well.

It seems that this is the principle behind how enemy corpses turn into black mud. Abyss nodded.

Then dissecting them would be pointless. These monsters sent by the Lord of Nightmares are not even considered living beings. Dissecting their corpses is of no value; it would only yield bags of black mud.

Abyss stood up with some disappointment and looked around.

Indeed, just as he crouched down to carefully observe the changes in the fake guard's corpse, the other guards had already surrounded Abyss.

Abyss slowly surveyed the faces of the guards around him and quickly spotted a familiar face among them—the bearded soldier Burke, who had appeared in the dream he had observed earlier and was killed by a dwarf's crossbow bolt.

“I see. You’ve infiltrated our ranks without our noticing, and it seems you used some method to keep us from noticing.” Abyss nodded approvingly. “You replaced the dead soldiers and appeared in the ranks without anyone noticing anything amiss. Even I was fooled like an idiot until now… Lord of Nightmares, your methods are indeed quite sophisticated.”

"You flatter me."

Just then, a voice came from in front of the Abyss. It was impossible to tell whether the voice was male or female; the tone was flippant and seemed to carry a hint of excitement.

"So you are here. Tell me, when did you start watching us?" Abis asked calmly.

"Originally, I only intended to consume some fear and incidentally help Prince Kevin get rid of that princess, but while I was tracking your group, I discovered you," the voice said slowly. "Now I am very interested in you, and I have wanted to consume your fear ever since."

"Feeding on fear?" Abyss nodded. "By the way, if I'm not mistaken, I'm not in the real world right now, am I?"

Chapter 108 A Powerful Evil God

"Heh, mortal, you're quite perceptive. I'd like to know how you figured out you weren't in reality." The voice chuckled, seemingly very interested in Abyss's thoughts.

“Intuition, I suppose,” Abyss said, putting his hands behind his back. “Because I didn’t sense anything unusual about this thing that had turned into mud at first, which is unusual. Because I’m a necromancer, I have an innate ability to sense things that don’t conform to the rules of the world, and it managed to escape my senses until I cast a heartbeat detection spell specifically for it.”

"That thing is called a Nightmare Spirit, a tool I created to influence the material world. Are you so confident in your perception? That's interesting." The voice of the evil god echoed around the Abyss, seemingly circling it.

Abyss remained calm. He completely ignored the Nightmare Spirits around him, each wielding various weapons and coldly staring at him. Looking at the air in front of him, he asked, "May I have the honor of meeting you? You are, after all, a god. This kind of hiding seems rather unbecoming of your status?"

"Haha, mortal, do you think I don't want to show myself to see you?" the voice laughed again. "You can't see me, and that's what interests me most about you."

"Would you like to hear the details?" Abis raised an eyebrow, indicating that things weren't as he had thought.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Schleitzher. You can call me by my name, but considering that your human vocal organs might find it a bit difficult to pronounce, you can also call me the Lord of Nightmares. That's what the humans of the previous world called me. Although they have been wiped out in their internal strife, this title suits my identity, so I've decided to keep it." His voice was calm and composed, revealing that this extraterrestrial evil god was completely different from the foolish and simple-minded Lord of Fallen from before. "I don't exist in the material world, so I don't have a fixed form. The way I present myself to each person is what they fear most in their heart."

Abyss laughed, revealing his snow-white teeth: "And since I have nothing to fear in my heart, you cannot manifest yourself before me?"

“That’s right, exactly.” The Nightmare Lord spoke as if he were chatting with a friend. “You know, since my birth, I have traveled through three worlds before Hay Tver. You are the second truly fearless person I have ever met.”

"Who was the first one?" Abis asked with great interest.

"The first one? His name doesn't matter, for he's dead, killed by his own kind. He was a true hero, unyielding and unburdened. But I succeeded. I succeeded in making him feel fear, ultimately capturing him and turning him into my follower. As for how I did it, I'll keep that a secret, for I still need to use it against you." The Nightmare Lord's voice sounded somewhat unsatisfied, like a wolf that had just sucked the marrow of a beast. "I still remember the taste of that fearless man's fear... delicious, spicy, and nourishing. Today I've finally discovered a surprise. You are the one I've been searching for. I will plunge you into fear, I will make you my follower. Watch, that day is not far off."

"Your food is fear? You only eat this?" Abyss completely ignored the Nightmare Lord's intimidation and asked curiously instead.

"Of course, I only exist in the spiritual world, so my things are also spiritual. What, as a material being, you can't understand this kind of thing?"

"Oh no, of course I understand. I'm just a little curious, don't you get tired of eating?" Abyss spread his hands. He'd seen people who didn't eat before. Before meeting Flora and Leona, he spent all his time hanging out with all sorts of ghosts, not to mention he'd even gone up to the realm of the gods and met those gods who didn't know how to use the toilet.

"Hehe, of course I won't get tired of it. Everyone's fear is unique, with its own unique flavor. It's just that the fear of mediocre people is too bland, and most people in the world are mediocre. That's why I seek out those with exceptionally strong spirits to pursue those unique flavors."

“You seem like a gourmet,” Abis chuckled.

“Hmm…you could say that.” The Lord of Nightmares paused for a moment, but seemed quite satisfied with Abyss’s description.

"By the way, can you tell me why someone as powerful as you would be hired by Prince Kevin to help him get rid of Princess Gylvia?" Abyss asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

The Lord of Nightmares suddenly burst into laughter. If He had a physical body now, He might be laughing so hard He would cry.

"Hahaha! You poor mortals, do you think I would be hired by anyone? Do you think I'm a nanny? A mercenary? I am a god, a god who is above all mortals. No one has the right to negotiate with me, no one has the right to trade with me. Your interests and desires, your joys and sorrows, are meaningless to me. I am not a fool who can be driven by mortals!"

I wonder if the Lord of Depravity would feel offended if He could hear His words.

"Not under someone's command?" Abyss asked, somewhat surprised. "You did it on your own initiative?"

"Prince Kevin, what a joke, hahaha! I'm warning you, don't take him too seriously, mortal. I don't intend to tell you why I tormented Princess Gylvia, but I will let you see how I slowly destroyed her mind, turning her into a coward who lost all fighting spirit, leading her followers to destruction. Everything was part of my plan, mortal. Your appearance didn't make Gylvia's end come a day earlier or later. You changed nothing, and you can't change anything."

“If you won’t tell me, fine. I’ll figure it out myself, and I’d be happy to do so.” Abis wasn’t embarrassed or upset at his mistake; on the contrary, he was pleasantly surprised by the unexpected answer.

"I'm going to warm up my new food first. Your name is Abyss, right? Abyss, I'll trap you in a nightmare for a month. After a while, your dream will reset, and you'll forget everything. You'll believe it and protect your Princess Gylvia in your dream, commanding your servants. But Princess Gylvia will be killed every time. I'll let frustration torment your heart and marinate you properly." The Nightmare Lord's voice deepened, carrying a threatening tone.

"What if I can hold out for another month?" Abis shrugged. "Would you let me go?"

"Of course, and only a few hours have passed in reality, so you can continue with your life. I will let you leave for now."

"Will you let me do whatever I want as long as I behave well?"

"Haha, you're trying to negotiate? You have no right to negotiate with me, but I really like your personality, so I've decided that if you behave well, I'll give you some freedom for a while."

"Thank you so much."

"Hmph, your dream will reset in one minute. Prepare to face an endless stream of enemies..."