The figure of the Black Robe Necromancer slowly emerged from the space enveloped by the deathly powers of pitch black and Nether blue, and the dense demonic power around it turned transparent. Verafia glanced at the surrounding scenery, and could even faintly hear the terrified screams and struggles of the adventurers.
“Goo goo!”
The Flame Pigeon was extremely frightened by the deathly still aura that spread from the Necromancer’s body, struggling its wings and cooing in the young lady’s hand.
“A Necromancer who is only at Star level, yet can manipulate the domain of the Black-winged Monarch here.”
Verafia raised her Gold Eyes and saw the mage walking towards her. Her long dress, dyed crimson by the flames, was swept by the Nether wind, vaguely revealing fair and delicate skin, while the burning red flames blazed.
“This young lady is a little curious about the person behind you… I heard from Edgeworth about Halankton. Could it be that you are someone of Father?”
“Heh heh… You dare to utter my King’s name so directly. It seems, Miss Phoenix, that you were also familiar with the great Demonic King before your Nirvana?”
“You mean that guy! Of course, he even stole my Phoenix Spirit Medicine, and I almost burned him to death!”
Verafia casually made up a reason and her gaze fell on the Necromancer, “However, I didn’t expect you to not even try to conceal yourself. Do you intend to take me down as well?”
The Necromancer seemed in no hurry to attack Verafia. He watched the deathly aura surging around, harvesting the lives of countless people on the battlefield of slaughter, and let out a cold, dry voice.
“Miss Phoenix, you must also be aware that the Black-winged Monarch possesses Atlus’s authority of ‘loss of life’. Even though he was slain by the Sacred Sword a hundred years ago, such authority would only lie dormant in the earth.”
Atlus’s authority of ‘loss of life’?
Verafia blinked. Although she, as Verafia, knew quite a bit about the legendary deity Atlus, she didn’t know that the Black-winged Monarch’s authority was obtained from him.
The Necromancer’s voice continued.
“Miss Phoenix, are you curious why this domain has opened at this time? Although the ‘Black Wing’s’ blood was slain by the Sacred Sword, the King of Peka at that time was short-sighted and vulgar. For an immortal demon, his blood would only flow on this earth. And their blood would be the key.”
“So that’s how it is. This young lady knew something felt a bit off that day, so you killed everyone in that town.”
Verafia nodded thoughtfully.
The night Ain Ziser repaired the End, Verafia had a vague feeling that the demonic power in the space was unusual, but she couldn’t get away.
“So, does the lord here, Douglas, also collude with you? And was it also your conspiracy to bring this young lady here?”
To Verafia’s question, the Necromancer chuckled, but on his face, there was an incomparably cold expression.
“Miss Phoenix, I said before that the Black-winged Monarch possesses Atlus’s authority of ‘loss of life’… and you, as the Flame Phoenix, your power to Nirvana in flames, can make ‘it’ even more perfect!”
The Necromancer clutched his staff with a withered hand, his eyes burning with fervor. The staff planted on the ground moved with the deathly Nether flames that filled the entire space. The power that resonated throughout the world made Verafia feel a strong sense of oppression, and even the Flame Pigeon in her hand cooed in fear.
Verafia’s small boots stepped back, and a few small stones fell into the deep abyss behind her, as if swallowed by the fangs of a giant beast, without a single echo.
Verafia could feel the increasingly active shattered will within, as if it were about to be completely reassembled.
The Necromancer’s footsteps pressed forward heavily, becoming extremely fanatical, and a vast pressure surged towards Verafia.
“Flame Phoenix, you can’t escape! Heh… Although you exceeded my expectations a bit, actually burning the demonic power of the Death Wing, if you had helped Ain Ziser, the final outcome might have been different, but you just watched this Saint-level being die before your eyes. You can’t blame anyone else!”
The Flame Pigeon in Verafia’s hand struggled desperately with its wings, but it couldn’t break free from the young lady’s delicate jade hand. It could only let out mournful coos, watching helplessly as the deathly Nether power that obscured the sky swept over.
The flames ignited at Verafia’s delicate body collided with the enormous demonic power like a tidal wave. Brilliant gold runes shimmered, flickering unstably. Verafia seemed to have sustained a slight injury in the impact, and her youthful face was slightly pale, but she raised her golden eyes.
“So, you think you’ve got this young lady cornered?”
“If you want to rely on your pre-Nirvana power, then don’t even think about it. I’ve been preparing ever since I started designing you!”
The Necromancer’s aura was fierce, and he sneered. Clusters of Nether ghost flames behind him formed sharp hammers, heavy swords, poisonous clouds, and turbid water, pouring onto the flames burning in front of the young lady. Each strike made them dimmer.
“Flame Phoenix, you are now only at Crystal level. What else do you have to rely on? This pigeon in your hand!?”
However, to the Necromancer’s surprise, Verafia simply raised her cheek, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on her Snow Jade Flawless face.
“Why not?”
The girl’s voice, as crisp as a blackbird’s song, echoed throughout the tainted space, as if clearing the entire world. She smiled lightly, suddenly retreated, and her body fell into the deep abyss behind her.
The Abyss Mage held down his hand that was about to cast a spell, his eyes showing intense shock.
The potent demonic power that could easily corrode a Star level being and attempt to devour the young lady was burned by the crimson flames upon mere contact. Verafia, clutching the struggling and screaming Flame Pigeon, plunged into the abyss. In just an instant, the girl’s brilliant colors disappeared.
“What is she trying to do?”
The Nether ghost flames in the Necromancer’s eyes flickered, and he was baffled by Verafia’s actions. But soon, he stopped caring.
The entire domain was a cauldron controlled by him. No matter what Verafia wanted to do, even if she committed suicide, it would have no impact on him.
What was more important to him was to harvest everyone in this domain as soon as possible, using the power in their blood to reshape the authority of ‘loss of life’.
“The power of the Death Wing… After all, this is the Sacred Sword King’s territory, and Vicena is outside. Heh, I need to hurry, lest there be more complications.”
The Necromancer turned around, a sinister smile on his face, and looked at the adventurers who were still struggling under the siege of the undead army. The fierce clashes of magic and Dou Qi were still terrifying, tearing up gullies and deep pits in the ground.
The Mage suddenly waved his hand, and dense undead aura surged in the sky behind him. More reanimated corpses and skeletons, set ablaze with undead ghost flames, attacked the adventurers who were resisting stubbornly.
