Chapter 59: Leona Goes Mad
The massive warhammer slammed into Dallan, reducing him to a pulp. But moments later, he reformed, completely unharmed.
He extended his hands towards Leona provocatively, his expression hidden behind the mask, but the tremors in his body and the mocking tone of his voice still conveyed his sick amusement, a sound that evoked visceral disgust.
“Hehehe, Princess Leona, are you angry? It was only a fraction of the Lord of Submergence’s power that eliminated your master. Now… Hehehe… Do you regret your actions?”
Leona gritted her teeth, remaining silent. With a flap of her Dou Qi wing, she smashed Dallan into pulp again.
He reformed instantly, unharmed. This time, he stopped his taunting. In his eyes, Leona was no different from a pile of ash—once Abyss’s vitality was completely drained by the Lord of Submergence, his mind would cease functioning, and the necromantic spells sustaining them would dissipate.
Then, both Leona and the blonde girl chanting prayers to resist the tendrils would turn to ash.
He glanced at Flora with a hint of regret. He was quite intrigued by Abyss’s follower. Abyss’s resurrection magic contained innovations he had never seen before. If not for his lord’s mission, he would have liked to keep Abyss’s soul and interrogate him thoroughly.
Swish! A giant sword cleaved Dallan in half.
He reformed instantly.
A thousand arrows pierced him, he reformed.
Decapitation, reformation.
Dismemberment, reformation.
Twisted into a pretzel, reformation.
“0.6, 0.7, 0.65…” Leona muttered nonsensical words, her Dou Qi constantly transforming into various weapons, unleashing a storm of attacks on Dallan.
Even though all her attacks were futile, she persisted, desperately searching her inexperienced mind for every possible method of killing him.
“You… Hehe, still trying?” Dallan asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You proud princess, don’t you understand the meaning of futility? Don’t you understand… Hehehe… What it means to be helpless?”
“0.8, 0.66…” Leona ignored his taunts, her attacks becoming frantic, her distance from Dallan fluctuating wildly as she charged and retreated, her Dou Qi weapons repeatedly tearing him apart.
“What are you muttering? Ehehe… Have you gone ‘mad’ too? Have you seen the truth? Have you… Hehehehehe…”
“0.663, 0.663, 0.663…”
Through the dazzling Dou Qi flames, Dallan saw Leona’s eyes. There was confusion, joy, and sorrow in her gaze, as if she had indeed descended into madness.
“Then, I’ll watch as you, having lost your mind, turn to ash,” Dallan said, not even bothering to attack. “You are indeed exceptional, hehehe. Your power could easily crush me. But I stand with my lord, so he favors me more… Hehehehehe… So you’ve lost. You’ve lost to my lord, to a fraction of his power… Hehehe…”
Leona continued attacking, ignoring Dallan’s words, unconcerned about her own fate when Abyss’s vitality was drained. She even glanced at Flora, her eyes filled with trust.
“Hehe, my lord’s power is absolute… You think I haven’t faced Divine Arts users from the Church before?” Dallan scoffed. At that moment, a tendril pierced through his cheek, writhing wildly, but he didn’t react, his tone unchanged. “My lord is a true deity, no less noble than the Nine Gods of this world. No Divine Arts can reclaim the vitality my lord has taken… Hehehe…”
Leona suddenly stopped attacking and turned her back to Dallan.
“Hmm?” Dallan uttered a confused sound.
The tiny warrior before him seemed to be playing a game, adjusting her distance from him while facing away.
The sight was bizarre. They were locked in a deadly battle, yet one side had suddenly stopped all actions and was now behaving like a child playing a game.
Dallan knew his own attacks couldn’t harm this Dou Qi genius, but he couldn’t understand Leona’s almost insulting behavior.
Resorting to mockery when unable to fight? Was this typical of a sheltered girl who had never faced true hardship? Dallan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity.
Princess Leona should have lived a carefree life, following the path laid out for her, dying peacefully when her time came. But she had been dragged into his lord’s grand plan, her life cut short.
Did he feel guilty? No, not at all. Only a sense of regret. Any sacrifice was worth it for his lord’s cause, for his lord was the true salvation of this world. His lord’s path was the righteous path.
The Council of the Dead was simply doing what was right. What sin was there in that?
As Dallan was lost in his thoughts, Leona suddenly performed an even more bizarre action… She propelled herself with Dou Qi, doing a backflip in mid-air. Her form was ungainly, almost comical…
Then, everything stopped.
Leona’s blazing Dou Qi flames froze in mid-air, her body suspended, motionless. The churning lava, the rising smoke, the stars in the sky, the distant magic barrier of Golden Griffin City—all came to a standstill.
The world was frozen.
Dallan’s body was frozen in place, his robes, previously billowing in the wind, now still, like a painting, or a fish trapped in ice. He showed no signs of life, just a stunned expression on his face.
Abyss, lying on the ground, his grey hair previously swaying in the wind, was also frozen.
Every living being, no matter how powerful, was caught in this stasis. Only the tendril protruding from Dallan’s face continued to writhe sickeningly, unaffected by the stillness.
In this deathly silence, one person moved.
Flora, who had been praying with her eyes closed, opened her beautiful golden eyes and looked up at Dallan and Leona in the sky. Her hands, previously clasped before her chest, gently lowered.
Every pore of her body radiated a soft, golden light, making her appear divine and breathtakingly beautiful.
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