Chapter 164: Who Is the Unlucky One This Time?

“Is Yerona already facing off against that empress of Cateline?”

“It seems so, Your Excellency.”

[The Executor], a necromancer in the Cult of the Living and Dead whose status was second only to the grand priest and the cult leader.

He was not human, but of the undead race.

The undead race was a race that only existed in the northwestern demon domain.

This race had intelligence and was born of Samigina.

Undead mages were not the same as ordinary human necromancers.

Because they were already dead, they could actually enhance their bodies through more necromantic power.

But relatively speaking, their resistance to holy attributes was lower, and at the same time, they could not experience most of the pleasures of being alive.

Only the destructive, chaotic, and killing instincts of the undead.

That’s why he held the position of [The Executor].

If the cult leader was the backbone, and the priest was Samigina’s direct subordinate who would not personally act in many matters.

[The Executor] was the one who specialized in this, the highest-level fighter.

He was not only an undead mage, but also an undead swordsman.

Beside him, there was also a level ninety human grand necromancer, a confidant of the cult leader.

The grand necromancer and [The Executor] were both on the right slope of the mountain.

Actually, the three of them had come out together to find Sophia.

But [The Executor] had, according to the grand priest’s wishes, wanted to test Yerona.

And Yerona herself had also said that she alone was enough.

There was nothing more legitimate than defeating the current empress in front of the royal guard and becoming the new empress.

Of course, if Yerona really killed Sophia, it could also prove that Yerona was at least ninety percent cooperating with their actions, and they could benefit.

To get Sophia’s body and create another necromantic puppet formed from the Winter Saintess.

Even if they gave Yerona her freedom, it wouldn’t be too much of a loss.

The key was whether Yerona would kill Sophia today.

The two of them were observing just that.

“How many more undead puppets are there?”

“Probably enough to hold off ten level eighty powerhouses.”

“That’s a bit few. That royal guard of nearly a hundred can at least deal with thirty level eighty existences at the same time. I’m afraid they will all be cleaned up in less than half an hour.”

“Then should we send reinforcements to Yerona? Your Excellency, it seems that three people have also entered the left hill.”

“Let the undead army move back to the two sides. You and I will pay attention to the movements below. This Yerona is really stubborn. She was resurrected as an undead puppet and is not in her prime state. But that’s good too. We can suppress her and prevent her from having any ulterior motives too early.”

The Executor said faintly.

The grand necromancer beside him also nodded slightly.

Yerona’s uncontrollability had been seen when she had attacked the Papal State’s Holy Train.

At that time, the three of them and another of the cult leader’s confidants had also gone.

At that time, there was a good chance to kill Christine, but there was a small accident in the middle.

If Yerona had been more decisive or ruthless, she would surely have succeeded.

Thinking of this, the grand necromancer thought of the girl who had teamed up with Christine.

“By the way, Your Excellency. On the night of the Holy Train attack, I seemed to have felt a power similar to that of a Demon Lord.”

“That’s right. It was the girl in the intelligence report, Lov. I didn’t expect… I wanted to chase her later but lost her.”

The Executor felt that if he could turn Lov into an undead puppet, the harvest would surely be even greater.

But the Christine he was familiar with was among the three just now.

He would let Yerona and them consume each other for a while, and then he would come and finish up.

On the other side of the hill.

Yerona, in her purple dress, looked in the direction where the laser had just been shot.

As the voice dissipated with the wind, a black-haired youth holding a holy pure white light sword in one hand and a golden-haired girl who was emitting an even more holy light in his other arm appeared in her line of sight.

Beside the two of them was a black-dressed, big-breasted lady whose figure could not be ignored by both sexes.

“Hall Faxtius… interesting.”

Yerona looked at Hall.

She of course knew Hall and Christine, after all, when she had attacked Holy No. 7.

The scene where Christine had kissed Hall, suddenly erupted with powerful strength, and had drawn the [Starfall Feather], which was almost comparable to [Fimbulvetr], from Hall’s chest, Yerona had seen it all.

These two people both had secrets.

So Yerona had said to Christine at that time that she would take Hall away.

As one of the greatest monarchs of Cateline, her vision was extremely sharp.

She could see that all of Christine’s power came from Hall.

But what she had not expected was that another girl by Hall’s side had also stolen her lips and had erupted with a power comparable to hers.

That power was at least from the level of a Demon Lord.

The two of them teaming up, plus the [Starfall Feather]’s strong restraining ability against her, who was now resurrected by necromancy, made Yerona not want to consume too much and chose to retreat.

After all, it was very difficult for the current Yerona to replenish her strength.

She herself did not want to be so constrained by Samigina.

And now, these two had actually appeared so quickly in Saint Catherinesburg, which was more than two thousand miles away from Wolfsburg.

To be honest, it was somewhat unexpected.

This unexpected situation made Yerona even inexplicably excited.

“Hall, you…”

Sophia, who had been saved by him, was at a loss for words.

If it were before, she would surely have directly thrown herself into his arms and been grateful to him.

But looking at the Christine in his arms, the empress’s mood was very complicated.

“No need to say more, Sophia. Although I don’t know what she said to you to make you so calm, this person is your ancestor, Yerona Cateline.”

Hall did not intend to hide Yerona’s identity and continued, “More than a month ago, Samigina took advantage of the fact that the vampire Prince Charles had left Fort Noss to have someone take her body from the underground palace and resurrect her.”

This bombshell news made the royal guards, who were already surprised that Sophia was not Elizabeth, even more astonished.

Yerona Cateline, this empress’s name, in folklore, was second only to the first empress—Yerona Cateline.

The story of this empress leading three hundred guards to protect the safe retreat of a several hundred thousand strong army seven hundred years ago was known to all.

The tragic color of her dying of illness within six months after this battle from exhaustion made every citizen of Cateline sigh endlessly.

For the members of the royal guard, they even fantasized that one day they could also perform deeds that would be passed down for a thousand years, just like the three hundred guards under Yerona Cateline.

They admired this empress even more than ordinary people.

But this empress had appeared here as a deceased person.

For a moment, they were even more at a loss for what to do.

They could only choose to observe if there were any scattered undead puppets and necromancers nearby to prevent them from disturbing the confrontation between the two empresses.

Tarasha, on the other hand, said in a hoarse voice.

“How is that possible…”

Because she knew that Sophia also greatly admired Yerona on a normal day.

The portrait of this empress was in the first row of the second row of the ice palace corridor.

But Yerona’s subsequent words completely destroyed her fantasy.

“Hall Faxtius, it seems you are very smart. Someone said you were a threat. At that time, I thought you were only in your early twenties and had no noble bloodline. But now, I acknowledge you.”

Yerona’s gaze wandered between Hall and Christine.

She hadn’t noticed the information that kissing Hall seemed to be able to provide power to a woman.

She had also thought that as long as she could get Hall, she might be able to get rid of Samigina’s control.

And even have the strength she had in life.

Sophia was a little too weak.

In the more than a month since she had awakened, Yerona had learned about the current world situation.

She didn’t think that Sophia had the ability to lead the Cateline Kingdom to stand out in this era that was about to enter a chaotic world.

“Then, you now have two choices. The first is to come with me voluntarily. I can let everyone present go.”

Yerona plucked a withered leaf from a tree in the dark forest and continued, “The second is to force you to come with me.”

“Your Majesty Yerona, don’t you think such words are very funny?”

Christine was gently put down from Hall’s arms.

She looked at this empress of seven hundred years ago, her expression calm.

She was the only one present who was not surprised, besides Hall.

“Miss Christine, what is your purpose in being by his side?”

Yerona did not get angry at Christine’s challenge, but just looked at the golden-haired girl with amusement and said, “You are like an obedient rabbit in his arms, but are you really so weak? Or is it that you, as a Saintess Candidate, are very fond of this man? I heard that you are to become a Saintess…”

“This is not a conflict, Your Majesty Yerona. Why would becoming a Saintess conflict with liking him?”

Christine’s expression was still calm.

The two’s faces were almost taut.

Neither showed any weakness to the other.

Parousia was a pure spectator on the side.

She couldn’t use her blood sword, so she was basically a pendant.

She could only deal with the approaching undead puppets.

But she felt that killing those brainless undead puppets was not half as interesting as watching the confrontation between Christine and Yerona.

Sophia, on the other hand, was a little confused.

She was still digesting the matter of this imposter “ancestor—Yerona Cateline.”

“Then we have nothing to talk about?”

“Nothing to talk about. Hall can’t possibly go with you.”

Christine glanced at the silent black-haired youth.

Hall, on the other hand, asked Tarasha if she had a magic scroll to contact the Salvation Church.

“What do you need that for?”

“Let me use it.”

He knew that there was no point in fighting like this, and maybe the people from the Cult of the Living and Dead had already started to act in secret.

He had to make Yerona retreat as soon as possible, and it would be best if he could control her.

And Tarasha, after the matter of the seventh floor of the Demon God’s Labyrinth, also trusted Hall more.

So she immediately gave the magic scroll to him.

After he got through, he directly said to the other end.

“The seven stars of the Salvation Church descend from the sky, vowing to break the false god… now transfer me to Sage Mandosha.”

The first eighteen words were a top-secret code of the high echelons of the Salvation Church in the game.

As long as he said it, there was no need for more words.

The other party should trust him.

So he didn’t waste any words and stated his purpose.

The other end quickly replied, “Wait a moment.”

At the same time, Hall also took this opportunity to look at Yerona.

Yerona still had no sword in her hand.

He was a little afraid that Yerona could summon [Fimbulvetr] in this position.

But through necromancy, Yerona should not have the strength to fight the Demon Lord in life.

“Your Highness Yerona, I think we can talk.”

Hall’s statement made Christine glare at her.

In any case, Yerona still made Christine a little unhappy.

On a normal day, there was no girl who could match her in words.

“What, are you willing to come with me? Let me make it clear first. Sophia is not qualified in my eyes.”

Yerona said with a laugh.

But she didn’t have much hope.

From an emperor’s point of view, she would not hand over true autonomy and the right to choose to others.

In her eyes, Sophia was still a child.

“First of all, you don’t really want to kill Sophia. Secondly, after Sophia knows that you are Yerona Cateline, she won’t want to kill you either.”

“Then what are you trying to say, Hall? Do you want me to be like your family and let you go today? Or should we plan for the long term? Although it’s a bit shameful, the method of me recovering my strength and maintaining my existence is in the hands of the Cult of the Living and Dead. If I don’t make a move on Sophia today, we may not be able to meet again next time.”

Yerona’s right hand began to gather elements.

She looked like she was about to create a sword out of thin air.

Sophia’s mood was even more complicated when she heard this.

She didn’t know what to do.

She really didn’t know what to do.

Whether it was how to deal with Christine and Hall, or to face this ancestor who had been resurrected by necromancy, she wanted to run, to give up thinking, and even to just say she would give her life to her ancestor.

Because she believed that Yerona would not really betray her kingdom.

“No, we can meet again next time. Christine is here. I think you didn’t really die seven hundred years ago.”

Hall’s words almost made everyone present gasp.

Even Yerona and Christine frowned slightly.

Hall, on the other hand, was trying hard to recall the situation after he had cleared Fort Noss in the game and had come to its underground palace.

In the underground palace, there was a very strange, huge block of ice that had sunk into the ground.

Now thinking about it, Yerona Cateline’s body was in that block of ice.

But if the vampire empress had killed Yerona, why would she have spent so much effort to seal her in that block of ice?

It could only be that Yerona had sealed herself in it.

Then did Yerona really die?

The life force of the Winter Saintess, and in a sub-zero temperature…

Even in his previous life, there were creatures that could be revived for a period of time after being thawed, let alone the Winter Saintess.

So Hall guessed that before Yerona had sealed herself, she should have been in an extremely weak state.

She had exhausted her last strength to seal herself in the ice.

The vampire empress, for some reason, had not broken the solid ice that Yerona had used to protect herself.

And after Yerona had been taken out of the solid ice, she was also in an extremely weak state, so she was controlled by necromancy.

What’s more, the seven hundred years of being sealed in ice had made her no longer a normal Winter Saintess.

If she still had the undamaged Winter Saintess’s magic circuit, she would surely have chosen to summon the Eternal Winter Sacred Sword and give Sophia a good lesson.

Hall made a few preparations.

He was gambling.

If he was wrong, he would have Mandosha Flower activate the power of the Demon God with the music box, and then fight Yerona with the [Heaven Piercing Sword], the [Rainbow Sky Sword], and the [Starfall Feather].

That should be fine.

If that didn’t work, he would just replenish his magic.

He would have Sophia and Parousia both team up with him.

And have a righteous three-on-one.

The situation was still under his control.

The purple-dressed, white-haired girl who had heard the black-haired youth’s words did not answer immediately.

An ice sword with a necromantic aura had already been forged in Yerona’s hand.

The quality of the sword was about legendary-grade.

Then she pointed her blade at Sophia, “If you can beat me, I’ll give you the answer.”

“Yerona, why aren’t you acting yet?!”

Just as Sophia was about to respond with her sword, the Executor’s voice exploded from above.

He swooped down from a high place like a beautiful eagle, his target being the only one present who could provide a blessing and forcibly restrain necromancy, Christine.

But Parousia, who had been watching the show, slightly blocked him.

She was the only one present who was not thinking, because she would feel a headache if she thought.

She didn’t have as many worries as Tarasha and Sophia.

If an enemy appeared, she would just fight.

Hall also immediately pushed Christine.

The cooldown of the Heaven Piercing Sword was very short, and the laser with a holy attribute was fired, forcing the Executor back a certain distance.

And at this moment, the surrounding mountains and forests also began to become restless.

He could feel a not-so-small army surrounding them from both sides.

“This is that human’s weapon. You guys have some skill…”

The Executor suddenly thought of what Pinare had asked for help a few days ago.

So he was not very surprised.

Hall, Christine, and the trio had killed Pinare.

“It’s enough to kill you.”

Hall of course also recognized the Executor.

He was the gatekeeper of the prequel of the Cult of the Living and Dead.

His level was ninety-three, his swordsmanship talent was A+, and his constitution was S.

Because he was an undead, he did not feel much pain from normal attacks and was immune to most negative effects.

In the game, he was a little tricky.

But his three weapons now all had a holy attribute, and fighting the undead race was like cutting them with a fiery sword.

“Heh, you have a big mouth… looking at you guys, I don’t know how you lost.”

Now Parousia didn’t have Hall’s blood, and she hadn’t summoned her blood sword.

Just that one time she had blocked the Executor, she had been slightly injured.

Although Hall’s blade restrained him, he could also see that Hall’s level was not particularly high.

He thought to himself that he had almost been bluffed by the kid.

Then the black-purple blade in his hand began to rise, and a strange cry like that of a living dead came from within.

An ominous wind was blowing in the mountains and forests that had entered the night, and the full appearance of the undead race began to manifest.

His necromantic aura was much stronger than Yerona’s.

It was a pure necromantic aura.

“You’re first, Hall Faxtius.”

“Oh.”

Hall didn’t care too much.

Because Christine had already begun to chant that ancient ballad, an incomprehensible language, a yearning poem.

A holy light curtain composed of starlight fell straight down from the sky.

He had not been doing nothing just now when he was holding Christine.

Just like that day in the orphanage in West Town, he and Christine could summon the [Starfall Feather] just by holding hands.

Now the power given to Christine was much more dazzling and lasted longer than that time.

Just the starlight summoned by the [Starfall Feather] almost made the Executor unable to get close.

He really didn’t want to watch from the side as Christine took out the sword that was made of pure white bones, beautiful and elegant, as if it were the most sacred thing in this world, and handed it to Hall.

He could only watch, and he could do nothing but watch.

And after Hall got the Starfall Feather, his combat power had basically risen by more than a level.

His base attributes were the highest, not to mention.

If he were to fight Arjo again at his current level, he wouldn’t need Mandosha’s help at all, because he wasn’t afraid of consumption.

As long as he didn’t use up all his stamina at once, this mythic-grade blade would continuously supply energy.

Soon, Hall was holding two swords, one Starfall Feather and one Heaven Piercing Sword, both of which were holy attribute weapons.

This gave the Executor a big headache.

Fortunately, Hall’s own strength was not very high yet.

He felt that he still had the strength to fight Hall and Parousia.

No problem, he could take them.

But he needed more undead power.

So the Executor also began to enter a stationary phase.

He plunged the black-purple necromantic sword into the ground.

His clothes instantly exploded.

When he had shown himself to his subordinates, he would usually maintain a human-like appearance.

At this moment, he no longer had any reservations.

The flesh and blood that had been used to cover up under his clothes also began to fly in the great wind he had summoned.

Revealing the horrifying white bones underneath.

But those bones were also not pure white.

Some black-purple patterns like nematodes were spreading and attaching to them.

Emitting a strong magic light, it was actually fighting against the light of the Starfall Feather.

If Hall and the Executor were of the same level, then the Starfall Feather would surely have purified him until not even dust was left.

But Hall’s level was at least ten levels lower than his.

And it was a very crucial eighty to ninety.

“Hall Faxtius, I admit that you are very strong. You do have the strength. But to be honest, because the weapon you got from Christine restrains me, if it weren’t for that, what would you have used to defeat Pinare?”

The Executor looked at the black-haired youth.

In his skeleton state, he could already resist a part of the holy power from the Starfall Feather.

No problem.

Whether it was speed or strength, he was superior to Hall.

He believed he could do it.

“Why do you always ask me why I could win against Pinare? I don’t even deign to use the moves I used to deal with Pinare on you.”

Hall smiled faintly.

He had angered the Executor, but the Executor had not made a move.

Because he had observed the time when Christine had summoned the Starfall Feather.

This sword, which seemed to have come from a divine kingdom, was too powerful.

So much so that when it descended in the mortal world, its effectiveness would gradually weaken with time.

He didn’t mind dragging it out with Hall for a while.

Let this black-haired youth show off a little more.

When this guy had shown off enough, he would naturally have a way to deal with Hall.

But he still had to shoot a cannon.

The Executor said, “Heh, then I’d like to see what means you have to deal with me this time.”

Parousia, on the other hand, was wronged.

She knew that she had no blood to suck this time.

But she also did not show any dissatisfaction towards Hall because she didn’t dare to get close to him at all.

And Hall finally got a reply from the other side of the magic scroll.

“Hey, my dear Young Master Hall, what else do you need my service for~”

“Is the music box by your side?”

“It is. And my little sister is also by your side, right? Which unlucky one is it this time? Hehe~”

A silver-bell-like laugh, similar to Christine’s, came from the other side.

To be remembered in such a matter, Mandosha Flower would also be very happy.

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