Chapter 62: Leona, It’s My First Time
The streaks of blue light shot into Dallan’s chest with incredible speed. As he absorbed them, his body began to glow blue. He looked at Leona with manic eyes and shouted hoarsely, “I’ll… Hehehe… Take you down with me! Let my lord’s power cleanse everything! Once you’re dead, the Council of the Dead… Hehehe… Will retrieve the Face of Hell, and my lord’s arrival can begin anew…”
Leona stared at Dallan’s ranting with a cold indifference, as if listening to a boring story.
“My sacrifice, even the sacrifice of all believers in Golden Griffin City, is nothing. My lord requires endless offerings… Hahahaha… I… I’m about to become my lord’s nourishment…”
Dallan laughed maniacally, tears streaming down his face.
“Sacrifice… Through endless sacrifice, my lord can continuously bestow his grace upon the foolish and unenlightened masses… Ah… What a glorious world that will be… Hehehehehe…”
“Are you done yet?”
Leona’s impatient question snapped Dallan out of his delusional fantasy.
He suddenly realized that the sacrificial ritual he had just performed hadn’t taken effect. By now, his body should have exploded, countless tendrils erupting from him, spreading for dozens of kilometers, piercing the hearts of all living beings, draining their life essence to nourish the great Lord of Submergence.
But nothing happened. After absorbing the blue light, he didn’t feel his body being torn apart. Instead, he felt… a sense of coolness?
“What… What’s going on…”
“Your little trick, the priest from Golden Griffin City used something similar,” Leona said, flicking her hair nonchalantly. The Dou Qi flames enveloping her body swayed like her pigtails. “But he used it to send a signal and try to curse us. My ABC already guessed you taught him that—he hasn’t received any formal Dou Qi or magic training. If he could use such a powerful spell, you must have been behind it.”
Despair washed over Dallan again. He stared at Leona incredulously, then at Abyss, who was lying unconscious on the ground, his head resting on Flora’s lap.
Just who was this boy? How had he figured out a way to counter the forbidden art of “Soul Sacrifice” in just a few days? Had everything been part of his plan all along, despite Dallan’s attempts to surprise him?
Why was he so calm, so methodical? Why did every trump card Dallan revealed turn into a joke before him?
“What you absorbed just now are ‘vegetarian souls’ developed by ABC, essentially fake souls made of mana. He told me this was his first time putting them to practical use,” Leona said with a triumphant grin. “Honestly, when it comes to brains, you’re no match for ABC. He has created more things in a few years than all the mages on the continent combined in a century. Anyway, ABC said these souls have a calming effect when absorbed and are beneficial to the body if consumed regularly. They just can’t provide nourishment for your jellyfish-like master.”
“No… No…” Dallan shook his head, his smile more pathetic than tears.
“Flora, restrain him!” Leona waved her hand dismissively, tossing Dallan’s bloated, mutated body towards Flora.
Flora, without missing a beat, chanted a prayer. Before Dallan landed on her, chains materialized, binding him in mid-air. At the same time, a golden light, like a zipper, sealed his mouth, preventing him from chanting any spells.
Dallan struggled, but his efforts were even less effective than against Leona’s Dou Qi. Eternal Chains was an absolute binding spell. As long as he was from this world, he couldn’t break free. And Flora’s “bonus gift” for Dallan was another Divine Art: Silence. This spell was specifically designed to counter mages, not only preventing them from speaking but also severely disrupting their ability to chant even silently in their minds.
“How’s ABC doing?” Leona asked, ignoring Dallan, who was now securely bound by the Eternal Chains. The raging Dou Qi flames around her body suddenly shrank to a radius of half a meter. She casually tucked the Face of Hell into her belt, jumped down from the sky, and landed softly on the ground without causing any tremors.
“I tried to wake him up earlier, but he didn’t respond…” Flora said, her brow furrowed with worry. “But he can’t be defeated so easily. Otherwise, we would have turned to ash by now.”
Leona sat down on the ground, lifting Abyss’s head onto her lap. “I’ll try to stimulate him. You think of a solution,” she said to Flora.
After Flora nodded, Leona began applying her usual methods for dealing with an unresponsive person.
She tried pinching Abyss’s philtrum, but he didn’t even flinch. His handsome face remained peaceful and serene.
He was still breathing, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
She flicked his forehead lightly. If this were before her death, she wouldn’t have dared to do this. Back then, under the influence of the Tongue of Greed, she couldn’t control her strength and might have accidentally turned his head into a smashed watermelon.
A red mark appeared on Abyss’s forehead, a small bump forming. Any normal person would have been woken up by the pain, but Abyss remained motionless, his eyes closed.
Flora watched as Leona tried various methods to inflict pain on Abyss, her mind racing, searching for any clues or hints he might have left behind.
“This is just to save him… This is what a knight should do… It’s not like I like him…”
Leona muttered to herself, prying open Abyss’s mouth, preparing to give him artificial respiration.
At that moment, a realization struck Flora. She noticed that as Leona opened his mouth, Abyss’s teeth seemed to be gently biting his tongue.
A click consonant… This type of sound was uncommon on the continent. The only languages that used click consonants were Elven, the ancient language used by mages, and Holy Script used by Divine Arts users. If this was a syllable in Holy Script, then the word starting with this syllable should be…
Wisdom? That was the first word that came to mind.
Yes, Awakening! The Awakening spell!
It was a high-level healing Divine Art used to treat people who had become mentally impaired due to mental trauma, reawakening their intelligence and restoring their cognitive abilities!
Without hesitation, Flora chanted the prayer, and a golden light flashed on Abyss’s forehead.
His eyes opened almost instantly.
He saw Leona leaning over him, her rosy lips slightly parted, her eyes closed, seemingly determined to give him artificial respiration.
“Um… Leona? This is my first time kissing a girl… Could you…”
Leona’s eyes flew open, meeting Abyss’s turquoise gaze.
“… Be gentle?”
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