The Undead Overture could summon an army of undead.
Places of death harboured undead. Though the zombie bodies in Coldwind Port had died, a sliver of soul remained bound within by Tixis. The zombies moved freely thanks to the motive force provided by these souls. Now that all the zombies had truly died, Ye Chui’s Undead Overture could naturally summon those tormented undead.
These undead had transformed into vicious spirits (vicious spirits, like necrom spirits, guardian spirits, and witch spirits, were a type of undead, essentially an enhanced version). Each appeared utterly ferocious, baring teeth and fangs, terrifying beyond measure.
Under normal circumstances, Ye Chui’s Undead Overture might not have controlled these vicious spirits, but now he did not need to control them at all. He merely summoned them. Bone-deep hatred instinctively drove the vicious spirits to attack Tixis.
Tixis was instantly enveloped by the vicious spirits, like a pack of hunting beasts tearing at her relentlessly.
Under the dense swarm of vicious spirits, Ye Chui and the others could barely make out Tixis’s figure. They only vaguely caught her constant resistance. Her body suddenly split into two, then abruptly into three, before merging back into one. Tixis’s true body was formed by the fusion of seven girls. This was her unique ability. Having lived three hundred years, whenever her flesh aged and failed, she would seek new girls and occupy their bodies.
All seven girls formed her true body. In battle, she could instantly divide into seven and then remerge. This gave her terrifying combat power, far more unpredictable than incarnation magic.
To kill her completely, all seven girl incarnations had to be slain separately. Otherwise, she could simply find new fresh bodies and quickly recover.
This cunning ability had allowed her to escape safely countless times when forced to fight with her true body. But this time, she faced unprecedented foes. Over ten thousand undead attacked her madly. Soon, her first incarnation was seized by the undead, pinned down, and torn into bloody fragments. Then the second, the third.
When she felt terror and tried to flee, she slammed into Turtle Treasure’s turtle pattern barrier and was forcefully repelled!
Now she was like a turtle in a jar. For three hundred years, she had survived by immunising against secondary damage. Yet ironically, she was now being harmed by the vicious spirits created by her own power.
Ye Chui watched the scene coldly. When he turned away, he noticed unusual quiet beside him. A girl’s undead spirit stood dazedly at his side.
The girl’s appearance closely resembled the deceased Mishal, but her eyes stared blankly at Ilabesa. Ilabesa looked excited, her hand tightly clasped with Starry’s.
“Mishal, Mishal, it’s us. Do you recognise us?” Ilabesa asked softly.
This undead was indeed Mishal. For some unknown reason, she had not transformed into a vicious spirit. Undead generally retained almost no memories from life, acting only on strong emotions before death. She likely felt great familiarity with Ilabesa and Starry but could not recall who they were.
“Mr Ye Chui, why does Mishal not recognise us? Is she an undead now?” Starry clutched Ye Chui’s sleeve and asked urgently.
“Yes, she is in an undead state now,” Ye Chui nodded. He glanced at the ferocious vicious spirits nearby and said puzzledly, “But the other undead all became vicious spirits. Why has she remained a mere undead?”
“She was kind by nature?” Debbie said strangely.
“Subjected to such horrific torment, even the kindest person would lose their humanity, left only with endless resentment. No one can resist vicious spirit transformation unless their soul is abnormal, perhaps even possessing some divinity. I have heard that the remnants of the Gods’ Clan in divine domains, their undead never turn vicious no matter the torment,” Lesha said. She knew undead well and spoke with some wonder. “This Mishal is no ordinary person!”
Before arriving in Coldwind Port, when Ilabesa mentioned Mishal, Ye Chui and the others had assumed she was just an utterly ordinary girl, abducted by traffickers to Pirate Bay, later bought and taken to Coldwind Port by a kind-hearted sea merchant. But now it seemed she was not ordinary.
“Where was Mishal abducted from?” Ye Chui asked Starry while retrieving an item from storage.
“When we met her, she was only seven or eight years old. She did not know her origins clearly, only remembering a small mountain village. She could not recall anything else,” Ilabesa shook her head. She walked to Mishal’s undead side, trying to grasp her shoulder, but her hand passed through. Ilabesa looked at Ye Chui. “Mr Ye Chui, why can she not speak? Can I say goodbye to her?”
Ye Chui frowned in thought, finally making up his mind. He had already taken out a relic of the gods obtained from the secret realm world: the Necromancer’s Scythe.
He swung the scythe, instantly slicing through Mishal’s body.
Mishal’s form dissolved into specks of starlight, vanishing. But the starlight rapidly reformed into a human shape. This time, her face was no longer blank. Some vitality appeared, her eyes brightened, and she even curiously examined her own body. Upon seeing Ilabesa and Starry, she exclaimed, “Ilabesa, you, how are you here?”
She reached out to touch Ilabesa.
When Ilabesa extended her hand and grasped hers, they could feel each other’s skin as if physical.
Mishal had now become a necrom spirit!
The Necromancer’s Scythe was originally such a miraculous holy artefact, crafted by the God of Gods for Selti. Harvesting undead with it could transform them into necrom spirits. Necrom spirits retained consciousness and even physicality, a very advanced spiritual form.
However, becoming a necrom spirit was not a good thing for ordinary people, as they lacked flesh and blood, unable to feel warmth, existing forever as spirits. Ye Chui did not wish to casually convert undead to necrom spirits, but he wanted to clarify the reason for Mishal’s abnormal soul.
Ilabesa joyfully embraced Mishal. Starry also approached with a happy face. “Mishal, it has been so long.”
Slap!
Mishal slapped Starry aside, eyeing him warily. “Do not try to take advantage of me!”
“Uh, Mishal, you are still so fiery,” Starry said sheepishly, rubbing his face. He seemed unbothered by the slap, having grown numb to such treatment from the prostitutes in Pirate Bay.
As Ye Chui and the others watched Mishal regain clarity and interact warmly with Ilabesa and Starry, before they could ask about her soul’s abnormality, Tixis under the assault of countless vicious spirits had reached her limit. Of her seven girl incarnations, only one remained.
It was a girl with long golden hair, covered in blood mist. She continually waved her palms, manipulating faith power to drive away vicious spirits that approached. She was clearly exhausted, her beautiful face filled with fear.
After once again repelling all surrounding undead, she suddenly knelt on the ground, raising her hands high and shouting in a somewhat shrill voice, “God, I am your most loyal believer, your favoured child. Please bestow your blessing upon me.”
With her words, dense rays of faith light emerged from her body, forming a pillar shooting skyward.
The surrounding vicious spirits feared the destructive power of the holy light and could not approach.
“Eh? She can do that?” Debbie blinked. Then she sensed something and looked up. The others followed. The originally overcast sky suddenly bloomed with white light. Clouds dispersed. A hazy illusory figure appeared in the heavens.
“Though this Tixis is not a red-robed archbishop, her control over faith power has reached that level. She can directly seek divine blessing when exhausted!” Lesha said gravely. Believers fighting with faith power, those who could receive divine blessings possessed endless strength, extremely terrifying.
Lesha prepared to attack. “We must interrupt her!”
“Wait a moment,” Ye Chui suddenly sensed something and stopped Lesha. He narrowed his eyes at the hazy phantom in the sky, frowning. “That does not seem like any god.”
The Church’s god was the Magic Turtle, yet the emerging phantom was a handsome youth with golden hair.
As the phantom grew clearer, it was as if a gigantic golden-haired youth truly hovered in mid-air. But now his cheeks bulged, holding a plate in his hands laden with noodles. The youth forked noodles into his mouth while curiously regarding Ye Chui and the others below.
Ye Chui and the group looked at him in some surprise.
Tixis saw the golden-haired youth. Her bloodstained face filled with ecstasy. She cried out, “Your Holiness Bolis, my Pope, please bless me, please bless…”
“Pope Bolis!” Lesha exclaimed in disbelief. Pope Bolis was now at least eighty or ninety years old, a frail elder. Though Lesha had never seen him in person, she often viewed his portraits. How could Bolis be this handsome youth?
At that moment, the massive phantom of the golden-haired youth Bolis in the sky heard Tixis’s plea. While swallowing his food, he waved downwards. “Mmm, wait until I finish my noodles before I bless you. Hold on a bit.”
Tixis: “”
Ye Chui and the others: “”
