The villain daughter did all kinds of things

Fortunately, by then Grandma Ya was already very powerful. She had transformed herself into a lich and killed several hunting parties before joining her undead army. With neither Melson nor Lohid really putting in any effort, the Federation was completely helpless against her.

However, although Granny Ya was arrogant, she still cared about her family. Knowing that staying in the Federation would make things increasingly difficult for her family, she left the mainland, occupied this island, and gradually built it into the pirate island it is today... Of course, the Melson family also secretly helped her a lot.

Now, Grandma Ya is almost a thousand years old. Even Amelie's great-great-great-great-grandfather would be at least grandchildren in Grandma Ya's eyes, so she no longer keeps track of seniority with her family. Everyone just calls her Grandma Ya.

On the surface, the Melson family and Pirate Island have no connection whatsoever. In fact, most members of Pirate Island are unaware of their relationship with Melson. For example, the witch doctor Zubaman is one of them. If he knew that his island lord was actually one of Melson's men, he would have killed Jack to claim credit and reward.

This is also the main reason why Emerald is now coming to see Granny Ya. There are many things that she can't do herself, but she can leave them to the pirates on Pirate Island. The Melson family has been doing this for hundreds of years.

Of course, not everyone in the Melson family knew about Granny Ya's existence; even many of the direct descendants were unaware of her existence.

Amelie knew about Granny Ya because she was familiar with the game plot from her past life.

According to the events in the game's background board that she remembered, before entering the Federal Noble Girls' Academy, Amelie successfully seized the opportunity to meet Granny Ya, got to know Granny Ya, and even used her coquettishness to pester Granny Ya to teach her necromancy in this mage tower for several months.

Currently, without using magical artifacts, Amelie's most proficient magic, besides her innate magic, is necromancy. Her tendency to trust the dead rather than the living in intelligence gathering is also thanks to Granny Ya's teachings.

Therefore, the guards in the central area of ​​Pirate Island and the undead maids on the first floor of the Mage Tower call Amelie "Young Lady" not because she is Melson's daughter, but because she is the island lord's student, and the only student in nearly a thousand years.

Considering the time, it had been quite a while since Amelie had seen her teacher. Instead of revealing her purpose, she clung to Grandma Ya's skeletal arm and began to recount her experiences over the past two years.

"Hmm...not bad, it has some of my former glory."

Grandma Ya first praised Amelie a couple of times, then changed the subject:

"But that's still not arrogant enough! If it were me, I would probably have turned that trashy art association into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood by now!"

"Hahaha... Of course, who can compare to Grandma Ya?"

Emery smiled sweetly and flattered him on the surface, but inwardly she couldn't help but complain:

You were too arrogant back then, which is why you, as the daughter of Merson, had to leave your homeland! I should learn from your mistake in this regard.

"By the way, how did you break through? Tell me about it."

After listening to Amelie's account of her entrepreneurial trials over the past two years, Grandma Ya was indeed most interested in Amelie's abilities:

“I think my talent is no worse than yours. At least my necromancy talent is much stronger than yours, and I am more focused on my cultivation than you. Yet I still didn’t achieve the fusion breakthrough until after I turned 30… There’s no way around it. Human meridians are still too fragile. Young people simply cannot withstand the flow of magic when their organs are transformed into magic.”

"That's because I'm lucky~~"

Emery didn't hide anything and briefly told him about Marcy:

"The Flame of Life is really useful. No matter how badly my meridians are damaged, as long as the Flame of Life is there, they can be repaired. And each time they are repaired, they are stronger than before... Gradually, I will be able to withstand the magical transformation of my organs."

"The Flame of Life can be used like this?"

Grandma Ya exclaimed in surprise, then sighed:

"And Ellie, you're really going all out. You actually dared to deliberately use an overload of magic to repeatedly damage and repair your meridians... Well, I have to admit, in this respect, you're crazier than me."

"Okay..."

Before Amelie could continue her idle chatter, Granny Ya suddenly extended her bone claw, pressed it on Amelie's shoulder, and cast a spell.

Amélie was no stranger to this situation, so she did not resist and let Granny Ya's magic take effect on her.

Sure enough, just like before, it was a teleportation spell inside the mage tower. In an instant, Granny Ya brought Amelie from the top of the tower to the underground, which was also the mage tower's practical training ground.

"Now that you've broken through, Ellie, it's a good time to try out the new toy I recently made. Consider it my test for you... If you can't even pass my test, then whatever you wanted to talk to me about this time, there's no need to mention it again."

Grandma Ya's voice brooked no refusal.

"...I understand."

Emery pouted and made a face at the pink-haired skeleton in front of her:

"Then let me see your new toy, Grandma Ya."

"This is it……"

Grandma Ya stretched out a bony finger and quickly made a few strokes in the air. A dark purple rift opened in mid-air in the training field, and then a fleshy ball with a diameter of at least 5 meters rolled out.

Snapped.

After landing, the fleshy ball bounced a few times, and four large lumps appeared on its body. The lumps grew larger and larger until they burst open along with green pus, turning into four thick arms. Each arm held a weapon: an axe, a machete, a chain sickle, and a square-headed hammer.

Then the bottom of the fleshy ball split open, spewing out poisonous gas like a rocket nozzle, allowing the fleshy ball to float in mid-air and remain stable. At the same time, the four arms waved four weapons, which looked quite frightening.

"How about it? Isn't my new toy beautiful?"

Grandma Ya, completely oblivious to the fact that her aesthetic sense was flawed, smugly boasted to the disdainful Emerald:

"Look at these thick arms, these hideous weapons, this thick layer of fat, and this delicious-smelling poison gas... Ah, if I still had a body, I could face it all."

"Tch, he's clearly just a disgusting nobody..."

Amélie couldn't help but mutter something under her breath, then quickly forced a smile when she saw Grandma Ya's empty eyes looking at her:

"I mean, Grandma Ya, your new toy is so cool... Hmm, is this my test opponent? It's really a piece of cake, watch me take it down in one move!"

That four-armed giant fleshy ball was actually quite strong, even stronger than the three-headed giant Palico Bear from "The Demon Tide Extermination," after all, it was the creation of a thousand-year-old lich. Granny Ya was a very powerful Fusion-stage mage in her lifetime, and she became even more powerful after transforming into a lich. She had several undead that could truly reach the level of an ancient dragon, making her a veritable one-woman army.

However, Emerald is also a powerful cultivator in the Fusion stage, and she possesses a set of powerful magical artifacts. Her magical costume, "Saintess," is extremely effective against undead creatures. It is no exaggeration to say that she could take down this four-armed giant fleshy ball in one move, and she wouldn't even need to take it too seriously.

Just as Amelie was about to change into the [Saintess] outfit, Granny Ya flicked her forehead with her bone finger:

"You're thinking too simply... Since this is my test for you, you're not allowed to use any of your magical artifacts or innate magic! You also can't use other types of ancient elven magic; you can only use the necromancy I taught you to defeat it!"

"Huh~~~~?"

Emerald's face instantly fell. Being unable to use magical artifacts and her innate magic meant she'd lost at least 80% of her combat power. If she could only fight using necromancy, defeating that four-armed, fleshy ball would indeed be quite difficult.

"No whining allowed, get on!"

Grandma Ya ignored Amelie's gaze, raised a skeletal foot, and kicked Amelie in the buttocks, sending her flying to the center of the training field.

"...You wretched old man, I'll make you into a soup sooner or later and have a taste of your flavor!"

Emery muttered to herself, but had no choice but to go ahead.

Some difficulties do not mean they are impossible. Emery admitted that she had been somewhat lazy in her training in necromancy over the past two years, but she was, after all, a fusion-stage mage... Compared to before, even the same basic spells would have significantly increased power and effect.

While Amelie was still pondering what magic to use to pass the test, the four-armed giant fleshy ball had been eyeing her for quite some time.

From the very beginning, the four-armed giant fleshy ball was eager to take advantage of Emeralt, driven by the undead's hatred for the living, wanting to chop Emeralt to pieces.

However, Emeryte was a student of Granny Ya and practiced Granny Ya's necromancy. Her aura could naturally suppress the undead creatures created by Granny Ya... This was why the spirit arms on the Corrupted Land were so afraid of her.

Even if Grandma Ya were to pass away one day, Amelie could inherit all the undead creatures she left behind with just a little effort.

Of course, this possibility is almost negligible, because a lich like Granny Ya would find it difficult to completely kill her before wiping out all her undead creatures. So even if she did die, she would inevitably take all her undead creatures with her, making it unlikely that she would leave any inheritance for Amelie.

Emerald was not Grandma Ya in the end. The four-armed giant fleshy ball was much stronger and more ferocious than those spirit arms. After hesitating for a moment, it still suppressed its fear of Emerald, brandished its weapon and rushed up, smashing down on Emerald with a hammer, trying to turn Emerald into Emerald-chan.

"...Tsk."

Emery hadn't yet figured out a good way to defeat the four-armed giant fleshy ball, so she opted for a stalling tactic.

She gracefully floated backward with a light touch of her toes, dodging the hammer blow, while simultaneously blowing gently on her finger to her lips:

"The dead return, beckon!"

The same dark purple rift opened behind Emerald, exactly the same magic that Granny Ya used to summon the four-armed giant flesh ball earlier.

However, this time, what emerged from the dark purple rift was not a monster, but a beautiful woman in a black veil with a seductive figure.

"……cut."

Grandma Ya looked the woman in the black veil up and down, her voice full of disdain:

"How much power can something with such delicate skin have? Little Ellie, you're great in every way, but your taste needs improvement... Why do you always like such weak human females? The undead magic sword you made here last time was thrown to the first floor to guard the gate."

"!"

A few black lines immediately appeared on Amelie's forehead.

It's normal to have a liking for undead in the form of human beautiful girls, right?

She wanted to retort loudly, but considering that she was still no match for the old lich, she could only pretend not to hear.

Exams, exams, more exams.

The undead in the form of a beautiful woman in black veils is none other than the female captain who was crushed to death by Emerald's high heel. While Marcy did indeed bury the captain's body, that didn't stop Emerald from summoning her spirit to aid in the battle.

This technique can be considered a unique necromancy passed down by Granny Ya. All enemies killed by Granny Ya and Emerald can be summoned into undead forms to assist in battle by consuming a certain amount of magic power.

These undead can still retain their skills from when they were alive, but their attribute values ​​are linked to the magic power consumed by the summoner.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage. On the one hand, if the summoner is not strong, even if the undead itself is very powerful, it won't be able to exert much power. On the other hand, it's an advantage, as the summoner can use its own strength to compensate for the undead's inherent weaknesses.

Now that Emeryte has summoned the female captain's ghost, she is undoubtedly making use of her strengths.

The fact that the female captain could be easily defeated by Yulia's punch despite her high damage reduction suggests that her base stats are likely not high, probably around the average level of a master mage. She should be no match for the four-armed giant fleshy ball.

But the female captain's innate magic was indeed quite powerful. She just stood there, and the four-armed giant fleshy ball that was originally chasing Emerald immediately changed its target. One of its arms threw out a chain scythe and hooked it towards the female captain's undead, pulling her to its side in an instant.

Then the four-armed giant fleshy ball completely ignored Emerald, as if the female captain had some irreconcilable grudge against it. Its three thick arms kept swinging, slashing with knives, chopping with axes, and smashing with hammers, attacking the female captain like crazy.

Given the female captain's defensive attributes, she should have been instantly killed. However, thanks to the high damage reduction from her innate magic and the boost from Emery's mana consumption, she was ravaged by the four-armed giant fleshy ball for almost a full minute before finally turning into mush.

In that minute, Emery had already figured out how to win.

Snapped!

Emerald snapped her fingers, then infused the female captain's undead with necromancy, restoring her from her caramelized state, and continued to taunt her.

That's the advantage of using undead creatures as weapons. As long as the necromancer who summons them still has mana to consume, the undead creatures can be resurrected at full health no matter how badly they are damaged. Back in the day, Granny Ya often managed to turn the tables on multiple opponents of the same level by using this technique.

After the female captain's undead temporarily held back the four-armed giant fleshy ball, Emerald began casting spells again, and this time she was quite focused on it.

With a large amount of magical energy gathered, and no shortage of gestures, incantations, and materials, it was clear that this was a large-scale spell that made Emeryt so serious in casting it.

Even in Grandma Ya's empty eye sockets, a hint of interest seemed to emerge.

Then it quickly changed to surprise and disdain:

"It's just a basic summoning spell? Only amplified hundreds of times? You don't actually think you can defeat my [Human Bomber] by summoning a bunch of weaklings, do you, Ellie?"

"That's not necessarily true, Granny Ya... Hmph, watch closely, this is my genius necromancy!"

It took Amelie a full 20 seconds to cast the spell and summon hundreds of seemingly ordinary human undead, the very Black Sand Gang thugs she had personally killed.

Unfortunately, it wasn't that Emerald didn't want to summon more powerful undead, but rather that these were the only people she had personally killed so far, and she had to make do with what she had.

But that's alright, summoning these small undead minions is just the prelude; the real action is yet to come.

Amelie's casting posture suddenly changed; she slammed one hand onto the ground, then twisted it sharply, unleashing a necromancy spell she had modified by combining the elven magic she had learned from Viliana:

"Dead Soul Fusion, activate!"

The summoned swarms of undead were instantly reduced to dust, but they did not disappear. Instead, they gathered together in mid-air with the glow of purplish-black magic, eventually transforming into a delta-wing fighter jet made entirely of bones.

Chapter 147 Target: The Goddess

"Oh? They actually used the magic elves used to fuse with monsters on the undead? Little Ellie does have some ideas, huh?"

The old witch, Granny Ya, took a closer look and understood what was going on, but she wasn't optimistic about the magic's effectiveness:

"But this kind of fusion is too random. The caster can only control the approximate type and special abilities of the fusion product, and cannot determine exactly what will be fused... It's still not as good as [Flesh Reforging] and [Contact Fusion], which allow me to arbitrarily modify the undead."

“You’re right, Grandma Ya, but luck is also part of strength. I’ve already fused what I wanted, and I’ve won this test!”

Emerald beamed with delight, her tone cheerful; to be honest, she was quite surprised herself.

Amelie's tactical concept is the standard routine from her previous life when playing games: using a classic combination of tanky damage dealers and healers to wear down the four-armed giant meatball.

Currently, the female captain's undead can serve as the tank, and Emery can heal herself. She can consume mana to repair the female captain's undead multiple times. The only thing lacking is damage output.

Because Amelie learned necromancy from Granny Ya back then, besides wanting to maintain a good relationship with this old lich who was a top powerhouse in the original game, what she valued most was the ability of necromancy to extract information from the dead... As for output and control, Amelie had innate magic and various high-quality magical artifacts to use, so she didn't spend too much time practicing necromancy-based attack magic.

Now that the old lich has banned Amelie's innate magic and magical artifacts, and forced her to focus on necromancy, this is the only solution Amelie can think of.

Summon all available undead at once, then randomly merge them. For product production, just focus on having keywords like "ranged firepower," "high mobility," and "flight."

Emerald had originally thought she would fuse into some kind of flying creature, ideally a bone dragon, or at least a bone vulture... but she never expected such a pleasant surprise. Perhaps the fusion magic read from the caster's subconscious impressions when it was activated, because it actually fused into the newest and coolest delta-wing fighter jet from Emerald's previous life.

Whoosh whoosh!

Although this delta-wing fighter is essentially still an undead creature, its attack method has already taken on the characteristics of a fighter jet—it uses bone spike missiles.

Behind several bone spikes over 1.5 meters long, there is a bluish-green tail flame, which is propelled by phosphorescent flames, so that the bone spike missiles not only do not slow down after being launched, but actually get faster and faster.

The four-armed giant fleshy ball tried to use its weapons to block the bone spike missiles, but just as it raised its weapons, the female captain's undead taunted it again, and the weapons that were meant to block the bone spike missiles ended up hitting the female captain's undead instead.

The alluring, veiled female ghost was once again smashed into pieces of bone and flesh, but several bone spike missiles also hit the four-armed fleshy ball.

Propelled by the powerful force of phosphorescent flames, the bone spike missiles penetrated deeply, and then the necromantic magic at the tips of the bone spikes erupted, once again damaging the four-armed giant flesh ball.