The Great Mage revealed a look of reminiscence and said slowly:
"I tried to let the undead in my hand adapt to the Abyss, intending to create a capable assistant. However, that power is excessively strong, even the most powerful Bone Dragon I have cannot adapt to the Abyss."
"In the end, just when I was about to give up, Little Vonier was born."
Little Vonier parted its sharp teeth, exuding a foul-slling sticky black sli from its mouth.
"It has always been fortunate; my talents always take effect on it."
"Abyss, my talent, its sturdiness, and the leftover power of the Hero, all four interacted to ultimately bring about its birth!"
The Great Mage spread his arms wide, speaking with the ambitious flair of his younger days.
He couldn’t figure out why Little Vonier could adapt to the Abyss, but eventually, it succeeded, and its success was completely irreplicable.
After prolonged research and contemplation, he finally believed that it might have sothing to do with the Hero’s power—the Divine Artifact of Anleisi.
That object possesses the power of purification.
Perhaps because the purifying power residual within Little Vonier neutralized the force of the Abyss, it granted the opportunity for survival of the fittest, ultimately leading to the birth of the bizarre being that is Little Vonier.
The black sludge on Little Vonier has effects similar to the Abyss, targeting the erosion and disruption of life. Used properly, the Great Mage believes it could unleash a strength rivaling the Abyss.
However, its adaptation is sowhat peculiar; soaking within the Abyss still causes damage to Little Vonier, just much less compared to other creatures.
The Great Mage thinks this shows its adaptation is not yet complete, but as a unique sample, Little Vonier is far too valuable, and he dares not let it risk damage by soaking in the Abyss for adaptation; the matter has been delayed until now.
Now, he finally released the long-hidden Little Vonier for so exposure!
After explaining everything clearly, the Necromancers in front showed expressions of shock; they probably all had the sa thought in mind now:
Is this even possible!?
"I will treasure it as my companion my whole life; nobody should think of taking it away from ."
"Nobody will succeed."
The Great Mage’s actions of caressing Little Vonier beca gentle.
Everyone’s expressions grew increasingly uneasy as they knew the Great Mage’s character well enough; whenever he showed interest in narrating so many ’secrets’....
It symbolized that those present hearing these secrets might not have long to live.
"Tai Fengli’an, can we reconcile?"
Olda forced himself to remain calm and said:
"The companions who died earlier must have already left the Dungeon; he will surely go to notify others. Things won’t be good for you outside either, let’s stop, and negotiate sothing acceptable for everyone..."
His words were abruptly interrupted by the Great Mage.
"Since when did I say they could leave?"
"What?"
Everyone paused for a mont. What does this sentence an?
"Things on you, do you rember what the Church provided?"
After such a reminder from the Great Mage, Olda’s face was the first to turn utterly grey.
He stretched his hands feebly towards his waist, reaching into his waist pouch and drew out...a Teleportation Crystal!
"This is...fake?"
"Exactly."
The Great Mage grinned widely.
"By the way, your current spirit, I fear cannot withstand a resurrection at the bonfire again. You should know what the outco of dying again is, right?"
With this remark, only a dead silence remained at the scene.
The Necromancers, long undaunted by various undead creatures, finally began to feel fear.
When one’s life truly becos singular, no one could remain fearless, even Olda.
"We, we surrender, we surrender!"
Even with the Back Spirit absorbing life force, Olda still shouted loudly, the desire to survive overpowering physical exhaustion.
With his demonstration, the heart’s defenses of the other Necromancers instantly collapsed, all crying and pleading not to be killed.
What they didn’t expect was the Great Mage nodded at this point.
"Alright, I won’t kill you."
"Please don’t kill ...what did you say?"
The tearful necromancer dumbfoundedly raised their head; why did the other party agree so easily?
No, isn’t it sothing more terrifying than death awaiting us!?
"Why would it be; you think I am too cruel. We are, at least, siblings of the sa Church, aren’t we?"
Answered the Great Mage cheerfully, reaching into his robe, searching for sothing.
"Ultimately, everyone’s divergence is rely about faith; I want to make Nite into the Death God, and you still insist on protecting Dade."
"Nite, Nite, Nite, we agree to make Nite the Death God!" soone imdiately stated repeatedly, switching positions quicker than turning a page.
"Don’t rush, what you can say at this ti is rely for self-preservation, not truly sincere."
The Great Mage finally pulled sothing from his embrace; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Painting World, precisely thed with images of the Tomb King’s followers.
Little Vonier leaned down, looking at everyone with its hollow black eyes, placing the Painting World in front of them, afollowed by the Great Mage’s voice.
"Go inside."
"Go, go inside?" Their expressions seed sowhat confused.
"Go inside, and when you co out, continue going in, continuously."
The Great Mage shed his cheerful face, speaking in a tone cold as ice:
"Until I deem you all converted into loyal followers of Nite, you cannot co out."
The Necromancers shuddered violently; a shadow imdiately enveloped everyone’s heads.
However, no one dared to resist the Great Mage now.
Not long after.
"The suspected presence of the Death God has stopped appearing."
Gong Qiying observed through the Crystal Ball how the Great Mage privately punished the Necromancers, also noticing subtle changes among the group of Necromancers.
Those blessed by the presence among the stars would carry a distinctive aura, and now, this aura from the group of Necromancers was disappearing; their power gradually dissipated.
Through the entire process, they were even unaware, no one would likely ponder why their power fluctuated.
After so ti, once all the Necromancers had been deed qualified and released by the Great Mage Tai Fengli’an, Gong Qiying completely lost touch with that special aura.
At this ti, observing the sky revealed that the newly appeared star had dimd completely, even dimr than the injured Hidden Dull Star previously, quickly rendering it completely unobservable.
It was also during this period, Sain Dungeon received the faith spirit power from the Necromancers.
During this ti of disruption by Huang Guang, even though faith spirit power declined, so were still generated, allowing those with particularly firm faith to know exactly which god within Sain Dungeon their faith was directed towards.
Gong Qiying suddenly developed a conjecture that he himself found hard to believe.
"Just now, was the Death God truly vying for faith with ?"
"Are these gods rely background characters?"
anwhile.
The Great Mage reclaid his cherished Little Vonier, naturally joining the group of reford Necromancers heading towards the outside world.
Today, he successfully acquired the core forces of the Revive Association; the remainder can be dealt with gradually, completing his goal swiftly.
Thinking about these prospects brought him joy.
Passing by the chapel, a sudden whim led the Great Mage to desire a prayer, entering alone.
However, the mont he stepped into the chapel.
"Bang!"
A sudden loud noise startled him, making him shiver, his gaze imdiately directed towards the source of the sound.
The statue of Death God Dedede crashed to the ground, shattered to pieces.
Without any external force.
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