Chapter 61: Your Lord is an Idiot
“What… What’s happening…”
Dallan, plummeting from the sky, stared in disbelief at Leona, who hovered in his former position, the mask covering her face.
He couldn’t comprehend what had transpired. He had the absolute advantage, but as Leona performed that backflip, his body was suddenly ripped apart by his lord’s tendrils, and the Mask of Nothingness, previously his, was now on Leona’s face.
No, it wasn’t just the Mask of Nothingness. At some point, the three gemstones had been embedded in it. Leona now wore the complete Face of Hell! The artifact’s final form, necessary for his lord’s arrival… How?
The descent seemed to stretch on forever as countless thoughts raced through Dallan’s mind.
His connection to his lord was gone… His lord had abandoned him.
His Mask of Nothingness had been transferred to someone else… It had to be Princess Leona.
Why?
How?
Bang!
Dallan’s mangled body crashed to the ground. He couldn’t even cough up blood anymore; it simply sprayed from the cracks in his flesh. He landed on the recently solidified lava rock, its sharp edges shattering his bones. His lord’s protection didn’t shield him this time. His injuries remained untreated.
“Gasp… Gasp…” Dallan was still alive. He tried to chant a spell, but only managed a raspy wheeze.
Ignoring the searing pain in his arm, he fumbled in his pockets. He retrieved a cracked vial, half-empty, from his thigh pocket and poured the contents onto his chest without hesitation.
It was a potion that accelerated healing, reserved for emergencies, the kind only unscrupulous alchemists with no regard for regulations or ethics would brew. As the potion touched his wounds, a cloud of acrid smoke erupted with a sizzling sound. Dallan’s body convulsed violently, and he moaned uncontrollably. Excruciating pain surged through every part of him where the potion touched.
Flesh rapidly regenerated, growing wildly and uncontrollably. In the blink of an eye, grotesque growths covered his chest. His skin hardened into a rough shell, covered in irregularly shaped purple scales. The potion was transforming parts of his body into some unknown creature.
But Dallan didn’t care. His lungs were finally healed, and his cracked lips moved, rapidly chanting a long incantation. His broken body began to mend—but his skin was turning a dark blue, the color of corpses and the dying.
Leona, hovering in the sky, remained motionless for a long moment before making her next move. She turned, looked down at Dallan, who was struggling to heal himself on the ground, and exhaled heavily, the sound muffled by the mask.
Flora stood still, her eyes fixed on Leona.
“Leona… Don’t become a slave to the Lord of Submergence…” she prayed silently, but her prayer wasn’t directed at any deity, but at Leona.
“Hehehehehe… Princess Leona… Hehehehehe… You’ve taken my place… Cough, cough, cough…” Dallan, lying on the ground, a pathetic sight, looked up at Leona and chuckled hoarsely, his body twitching uncontrollably from the potion’s lingering side effects. “You’re the new… The new Bishop… Rejoice, a new Bishop, stronger than I, has been born… Hahahahaha…”
Leona didn’t speak. She extended a hand towards Dallan, and her Dou Qi condensed into a giant hand, grabbing him and lifting him before her.
“Hahahaha… Hahahaha…” Dallan no longer cared about the pain of being held by Leona’s Dou Qi hand. His already warped grin stretched almost to his ears, his eyes filled with madness and ecstasy as he stared at the Face of Hell on Leona’s face. “The new Bishop… My lord’s arrival is imminent… Hahahahaha…” As he laughed, he stretched his free hand towards Leona with all his might, even though he couldn’t reach her.
“Huff… Huff…” Leona’s heavy breathing echoed within the mask.
“Please grant me a sliver of grace… Let me touch your mask… Let me be embraced by my lord one last time… Hehehe… By my lord…”
“Well, I’m sorry about that.”
“Gah…” Dallan’s frantic plea was cut short.
“Your lord probably can’t arrive anymore, because I’ve taken control of his power. In a few days, I might even chop him up and make a jellyfish salad. Ugh, so frustrating.”
“You… You…” Dallan’s eyes bulged, his mouth wide open, revealing his broken teeth. “You haven’t embraced the Lord of Submergence’s cause…”
“It’s amazing that you cultists would worship a brain-dead creature from another world,” Leona said, gently removing the Face of Hell from her face, revealing her delicate features. The tendrils that had pierced her face instantly retracted, leaving only small marks that healed in the blink of an eye. “Guess what? Your Lord of Submergence is just a giant monster acting on instinct. I met him just now. He tried to make me obey him… Guess what I said?”
Dallan stared at Leona, speechless.
“I told him to stop blabbering in the spirit world and come down to the real world if he wants to fight. Let’s see if I don’t beat him to a pulp,” Leona grinned. “He immediately shut up.”
“Aaaaaah! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” Dallan finally reacted, struggling and writhing, his eyes bloodshot.
“Your anger is useless. This Face of Hell seems to be your lord’s only connection to this world, and now it’s in my hands. Oh well, nothing you can do about it. So frustrating,” Leona said.
Dallan roared in fury, but his weak necromancer body was no match for Leona’s Dou Qi.
“You forced me to do this!” he said, his eyes filled with despair. A single, short syllable escaped his lips.
At that moment, numerous streaks of blue light shot from Golden Griffin City, completely ignoring the protective barrier, converging towards them.
“My lord! I offer my soul and the souls of all believers in Golden Griffin City as a sacrifice! Please enter this world, even for a moment!” Dallan shouted, absorbing all the incoming streaks of light into his body!
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