Daisianwei.
The Dungeon Empress of the Death Hall, once Carver’s “partner” in the Dungeon, and currently the publicly announced deepest explorer of the Dungeon.
At the same time…
She is also the current “state” of the Goddess Reviers.
In the fine rain that turned into blood, Will felt as if he were “controlled.”
This was different from Iaar’s “frozen” control, different from Liya’s control of nerves through blood, and different from Treya’s “control” completed directly through dreams…
It was more like a “fear” engraved in the instincts of living beings.
“Alright, none of you have a single expression of ‘mourning’ for death on your faces.”
As the voice echoed again.
Will saw, at the far end of the entire funeral scene, a woman dressed in a black dress, with silver hair curled and falling behind her, meticulously dressed in “mourning” makeup…
Daisianwei.
Behind her were “Undead” similar to the Undead Warriors Carver used before.
She didn’t “descend from the sky”; she emerged from the small grove at the edge of the funeral and approached step by step.
“A… Vampire?!”
Will had learned from Shuna’s letter about Daisianwei’s race and had some descriptions of Daisianwei’s “appearance.”
But this was the first time he saw Daisianwei appear before him.
The Dungeon Empress of the Death Hall was now appearing at Carver’s funeral.
“Alas, what a pity. Mr. Carver… such a brilliant person in life, yet after his death, in his most memorable funeral, no one can be found to truly grieve for him.”
Unable to move…
Will found that he couldn’t fulfill the promise he made to Carver at all.
It was an instinctive fear etched into the biological body.
Seeing a giant predator before his eyes.
Feeling his breath becoming increasingly short.
Feeling his heartbeat and various functions start to recede.
Even witnessing his important parts being severed and appearing in his sight…
The fear of “death.”
When Daisianwei appeared, she controlled everyone with this feeling of fear of “death.”
Although Will couldn’t understand how she could exercise her authority as an Empress outside the Dungeon area [Qun锍岜玖[V芭灵⒋令⑸…
But…
This fear, which made his back run cold and even reminded him of the memory of being so close to death for the first time in the Dust Bone Corridor…
Was very real.
It seemed that Iaar, Liya, and Treya, who were prepared for combat, were also completely immobilized by such a skill.
Was the Death Hall such a terrifying existence?
Amidst the sound of rain, Will looked through his slightly fogged glasses at Daisianwei, who was personally holding a black umbrella, slowly approaching.
Her high heels made “pitter-patter” sounds on the ground, like the prelude to music not yet played.
The distance was not long at all, and Daisianwei, holding a black umbrella, had already reached Will.
She was slightly shorter than Will, so what Will saw at first was her face hidden by the umbrella.
But…
She playfully lifted the umbrella, and red rainwater fell from the black umbrella.
“You are the Will that he hated the most.”
And so…
For the first time, at such a close distance, Will saw Daisianwei’s appearance.
Without a doubt, she was “beautiful.”
A “beauty” that concentrated all the fantasies one might have about a vampire—
Her blood-red eyes were terrifyingly enchanting, her pale face unlike that of a living person, yet her silver, curly long hair exuded a hint of the elegance of a young lady.
Daisianwei’s lips were as scarlet as if she had just drunk blood. She seemed to have prepared her “makeup” meticulously for Carver’s funeral.
It’s just…
She looked very familiar…
Very familiar…
Before Will could recall anything, she suddenly leaned closer.
“Mmm… How should I put it? Although he mentioned you to me more than once, and you even damaged my favorite little bug…”
Then she appraised Will.
“Ha…” She then chuckled, “But at least… my first impression of you wasn’t that bad.”
“That… that is truly an honor.”
Resisting the fear, Will squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.
Will felt that uncanny “capriciousness” from her.
Shuna had indeed described this characteristic of hers.
“Very good. Under such fear, you can still speak. Well, you deserve a high score.”
After saying this, Daisianwei did not rush forward to the transparent coffin of Carver.
She turned around, took a step forward, and snapped her fingers.
A look of even greater fear appeared on the faces of the guests.
Because behind her, which Will could also observe from the rear, on top of the black umbrella, at least five “Undead” suddenly emerged.
The race known as “Undead” is a common monster in dungeons related to the theme of “death.”
They are usually hideous, have hoarse and unpleasant voices, wield frightening weapons, have deformed physiques, and most importantly, are extremely aggressive and bloodthirsty.
But…
The closest, and the one least afraid of these “Undead,” Will, saw clearly.
In the hands and on the bodies of these Undead…
As if bound by some soul chain, were “musical instruments.”
These “Undead” appearing from behind Daisianwei formed a “band” of her subordinates.
“Mr. Carver once made a trade with me. He took something from me. In return, he gave me the funeral dirge.”
Daisianwei had no intention of doing anything to the people present.
Even though everyone, including Treya, whom she most wanted to eliminate, was under her control.
She genuinely just wanted to…
Play a “dirge” for Carver at this funeral.
She opened her right hand, slowly drew it through the air, touching the blood rain that seemed to have stopped, condensing these drops of rain, and produced a blood-red conductor’s baton.
She lowered her umbrella, and the black umbrella also transformed into an “Undead” in the air. Without a smile on her face, she faced the Undead behind her—
And waved the conductor’s baton.
Will understood why Carver had wanted him to stop Daisianwei.
Because of this transaction between Carver and Daisianwei.
“Dais…”
Will wanted to stop her, but…
When the conductor’s baton moved, and the first note from the translucent blue violin sounded, Will stopped.
That song…
【Traveler, departing afar, can you linger a moment?】
Daisianwei had not prepared a singer, but the moment the melody emerged, the lyrics began to form in Will’s mind.
It was…
“Chant of the Nameless Hero.”
His birth mother, Mits, the song she loved most during her life.
This dirge, conducted by the Dungeon Empress who loved death the most, commanding the dead Undead for a deceased person, began in a slowly falling blood rain—
Violin, French horn, cello…
What was originally a song that a bard could sing and play with a guitar, Daisianwei had transformed it into something akin to a symphony.
Will made no move to stop it.
This “dirge” was absolutely first-class.
It slowly entered, and slowly ended.
As if telling a long story, standing on the other side of the rain curtain, holding an umbrella, watching an old friend depart.
As the last long note of the violin ended, the bloody rain also slowly returned to its original appearance.
And the conductor.
She did not salute the guests. She lifted her black dress, walked to the transparent coffin, and bowed her head to Carver lying quietly inside.
“Mr. Carver, your death is truly wonderfully delicious. It was worth the trip. Thank you for your hospitality.”
In the Dungeon, they always saw different sights from humans in the outside world. Will wondered if she saw something else related to “death” on Carver.
Her hand swirled through the air, and the conductor’s baton transformed into a glass filled with red wine.
“To you, may you embrace death and never look back.”
The wine was poured from the goblet, splashing onto the transparent coffin and into the rain.
It emitted the fragrance of fine red wine.
Without a trace of the fishy smell of blood.
“My friend.”
