Chapter 45: Leona Hit the Jackpot?
The overwhelming tendrils surged and coiled, encasing Abyss and Leona within their suffocating embrace. They writhed and thrashed with immense force, creating a grating, teeth-gnashing sound as they rubbed against each other.
The Priest’s red Dou Qi flames shot skyward, as if the release of the massive tendrils had further amplified his power. The aura radiating from him now reached the level of a ninth-tier Dou Warrior.
He was a priest of Golden Griffin City, blessed by the Lord of Submergence. He was no pushover!
“Feel the might of my lord! Once your limbs are devoured and your vocal cords shredded, you’ll be unable to resist!” The Priest roared, seemingly in immense pain, but his grip on the tendrils didn’t loosen. “You’ve chosen the wrong opponent! Pay the price for your recklessness!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The tendrils’ power was terrifying. The frozen ground cracked under their immense pressure, forming a giant spiderweb of fissures. Snow was flung into the air by the powerful tremors, then rained back down. The Priest’s imposing figure seemed insignificant before the massive tendrils, but his feet remained rooted to the ground, anchoring the onslaught.
The resistance from within the tendril mass seemed strong, but the Priest felt no unease or fear. His lord’s power surged within him. There was no enemy he couldn’t defeat!
“Ah! ABC! My hand!”
“Oh my god! This… What happened to your hand…”
The two screams from within the tendrils brought a sinister smile to the Priest’s masked face. Success! The girl couldn’t hold on any longer!
Suddenly, he felt the pressure within the tendrils surge. Before he could react, an overwhelming force erupted from within—
Boom!
The countless tendrils snapped, scattering in all directions. Chunks of viscous slime flew through the air, splattering on the ground with a sizzling, corrosive sound. The Priest screamed as he was flung backward, flying for dozens of meters before crashing to the ground. He tumbled and rolled like a ragdoll launched from a catapult, leaving a trail of blood and unknown slime, staining the pristine snow with a gruesome smear.
“Ugh!” The Priest tried to get up, but his arms, transformed into tendrils, had been blasted to pieces. With each movement, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood, trickling down from beneath his mask.
“ABC! That slime got on my hand! It’s disgusting! Get it off!” Leona shouted at Abyss, still maintaining her punching stance.
“Alright, alright, I’ll clean it,” Abyss said, summoning his Magic Catfish and retrieving a pouch of water from its mouth. He poured the water onto Leona’s hand, scolding her gently. “Why did you hit him so hard? You almost killed him. I wanted to interrogate him properly. What will Flora do now?”
“What’s the difference between dead and alive to you?” Leona asked, rubbing her hands together, cleaning off the slime. “Besides, Flora isn’t idle. You can have her heal him.”
“Sigh, so much trouble. But fine, we’ll do it your way,” Abyss said, gently stroking the ring on his finger. Several figures materialized beside him: seven skeletons, their teeth chattering, seemingly communicating with Abyss.
Abyss pointed at the Priest, who was struggling to get up but could only cough up blood. The skeletons immediately understood and rushed forward, lifting the Priest’s body. The slime dripping from his severed hand continued to sizzle and corrode the ground, but it left no mark on the skeletons’ bones. They were silent and efficient, one leading the way, the other six flanking the Priest’s body, carrying him steadily forward.
The Priest struggled, but he couldn’t break free from the grip of the skeletons’ bony hands.
He realized with horror that even the skeletons this mysterious boy casually summoned as laborers possessed the strength of eighth-tier Dou Warriors!
Just who was this person? How could such a powerful necromancer exist? The Council of the Dead had orchestrated the grand plan for the Lord of Submergence’s arrival, and they, as followers, had close ties with the Council. But they had never heard of a necromancer of this caliber outside the Council! Without the Council’s protection, a rogue necromancer could only hide from the Church’s pursuit. How could they possibly develop such power?
“You… Cough… Who are you…” he struggled to lift his head, but his entire body was firmly restrained by the skeletons. Severely injured, he couldn’t break free.
Abyss glanced back at the Priest casually. “Why are you stealing our lines? I was just minding my own business, camping here, and you brought a group of weirdos to spy on me. You cultists are as unreasonable as a murloc’s lungs.”
“You’ll die! The wrath of the Lord of Submergence will descend upon you… Cough!”
“Hehe, please don’t threaten a necromancer with death,” Abyss chuckled.
“I thought you were so powerful. I was hoping for a good warm-up after not fighting seriously for so long, but… This? This is it?” Leona taunted. “Except for your disgusting slime, you haven’t achieved anything. Come on, you’re weak.”
“Leona, have some decency. It’s not like he chose to be this weak,” Abyss said.
The Priest felt a deep sense of despair. Although his body was rapidly regenerating under the blessing of the Lord of Submergence, he didn’t believe he stood a chance even at his peak.
For the first time, he doubted the power of his lord. Why was he, a priest who commanded numerous followers, so easily defeated by his lord’s enemy?
“I’m going to put you on my campsite. You have two things to do. First, tell your followers to leave. They can go report if they want. Second, answer my questions and tell me everything you know about your Lord of Submergence,” Abyss said, unfazed by the Priest’s despair and inner turmoil. He had no sympathy for these cultists who disregarded human life.
“What if I refuse?” the Priest said coldly.
“Then your followers will suffer the same fate as you. None of them will escape. Trust me,” Leona said with a smile.
“Bishop Dallan has his eyes on you. He’ll deal with you soon! No one can survive Bishop Dallan! No one!” the Priest suddenly roared, his body swelling rapidly. In an instant, countless tendrils erupted from his flesh, lashing out in all directions, each as sharp as a sword. It was his final attack!
“Don’t be silly,” Abyss said, lightly beckoning with a finger.
The tendrils were severed instantly. The Priest’s mangled body regenerated at an incredible speed, and his escaping soul was forcefully stuffed back into his body!
“What?!” The Priest’s shocked expression was visible beneath his broken mask, his body fully restored.
“You’re a half-undead now. If you want to try that again, feel free,” Abyss said, turning to the Priest with a smile.
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