Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Elsa stood before him, still completely unharmed.

"I have something to ask you."

"Go to hell and ask!"

Hegelman roared, and he jumped backwards with his mutated hind legs, retreating dozens of meters in an instant. At the same time, layers of gray-black runes appeared on his broken arm.

This is abyss magic, Elsa can tell at a glance.

"Uhhhhhhhh-"

A deep red mist erupted from Hegman's body, thick black blood vessels spread upward from his neck, his eyes became extremely dark, balls of blood mist poured out of his body, and then were swallowed by the red mist and disappeared. The red mist gradually condensed, making Elsa feel as if she saw the shadow of a behemoth.

Beneath the withered white hair, layers of black whiskers broke through the scalp, baring their fangs and claws.

"You forced me to do this!"

Hegelman's eyes were bloodshot, blood oozed from his skin all over his body, and those dark flesh whiskers began to wriggle even more wantonly, as if responding to the power of the abyss.

His already aged skin grew even more withered, its wrinkles growing thicker as if drained of his flesh and blood, his skin clinging to his bones. A pitch-black inverted cross pattern burned through Hegelman's chest, a scene that reminded Elsa of the inverted cross pendant worn by Luther, the Abyss Magic user they'd met. However, unlike Luther, Hegelman's Abyss Magic was far more powerful.

Bunches of purple-black barbs protruded from his arms. Although his flesh and blood had dried up, the barbs were able to prop up his withered body again.

However, before he could continue to sacrifice more vitality, Elsa flashed forward and threw a light punch. He felt his whole body go limp, and the huge energy that almost burst his body in the previous second disappeared in this instant. The fist hit his chest, and the severe pain of his ribs breaking inch by inch stimulated his mind.

puff--

The ribs were bent and stabbed out from behind, and Hegelman flew backwards. All the strength in his body disappeared instantly, his withered skin shrank, and he seemed to have turned into a puddle of mud.

He lay on the ground in a daze, his eyes dull.

too strong.

There is absolutely no chance of winning.

Do not……

It's not that there is no chance of winning. If you can't win in a head-on fight, maybe you can try the soul magic that he is best at.

But he needs time.

"Not bad," Elsa said as she came up to him and looked down at him. "To be honest, I'm curious about how you came back to life. I remember Clarence crushed your heart and you died under the castle platform."

Hegelman lowered his eyes and remained silent.

After a long silence, Hegelman finally shook his head as if giving up.

"For the undead, this is not a difficult task."

"Have you cast necromancy upon yourself? Can you deceive Celisilda?"

"No, that's why I never use magic in front of her."

This time, Hegelman seemed willing to confess calmly. He seemed to no longer intend to struggle and looked up at Elsa with unfocused eyes.

"And you volunteered to stay in the fortress and deliberately 'die' at Clarence's hands?"

"I have to die once."

Elsa shook her head.

"You should have died a heroic death."

"Hero? You mean you?"

Hegelman chuckled and looked at Aisha with a complicated expression.

"Nothing is more important than being alive. People like you won't understand."

Elsa's expression remained unchanged. "Yes, many people have said the same thing as you—you wouldn't understand."

Hegelman frowned as he looked into Elsa's deep gaze.

Elsa suddenly smiled.

"So, are you still yourself now, Hegelman? How much of your soul remains the same?"

……

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287. Failure in the End [Part 3]

Necromancer is not some convenient magic that can be used to resurrect people. Life and death are the fundamental laws of the world that no one can defy. Once a person dies, the soul will begin to dissipate, and necromancy is the magic that stabilizes the soul and fills the missing soul - it is not so much about repairing a person's soul, but rather reshaping the soul, just like plasticine, cutting a piece from another piece of plasticine and sticking it to the place where the soul is missing.

However, everyone's soul is different, just like different colored plasticine. Even if they are molded into the same shape, the difference in color still exists.

The soul of the undead body is lost every day, so the undead needs to constantly absorb new soul breath to maintain itself. In this process, the colors mixed in the soul will become more and more chaotic. Then, when the new souls become more and more, or even exceed the original souls, it will lose control of the soul - this is why the undead monsters are basically confused in consciousness, and only retain instinctive desires.

Life and death cannot be reversed. This is the rule of the world and no one can change it.

These are the magical knowledge that Tricia taught Aisha.

But... Heggerman felt that Elsa seemed to have other intentions. He frowned slightly and unconsciously looked down at his own mutated feet and hands. To be honest, even he was terrified by those inhuman limbs.

At this moment, a sudden bulge appeared on Hegelman's head. Hegelman seemed to be unaware of it, but Elsa, who saw this scene, looked at him with a deep gaze.

"Hegelman, do you know you're turning into a monster?"

Aisha looked at Hegelman, and Hegelman's eyes darkened as his gaze fell on his arms and legs that no longer looked human.

His eyes grew dim, but he seemed to have made up his mind.

"I'm not a human anymore anyway."

There seemed to be two voices whispering in my mind, one was the abyss, and what was the other?

Hegelman no longer had time to think about these things. His whole body seemed to be transforming into this inhuman appearance. The black flesh whiskers seemed to be devouring him from the inside. As he used the abyss magic, the transformation became faster and faster.

However, the transformation was interrupted by Elsa.

Hegelman suddenly realized that perhaps Elsa interrupted his abyss magic just to ask him those questions. Everything was just right - it was as if Elsa... knew what would happen.

As soon as he thought of this, Hegelman suddenly looked up and met Elsa's deep golden eyes.

"You knew it a long time ago, right? You knew what would happen after you swallowed the energy of that black dead branch, right?"

He demanded hoarsely.

Elsa didn't answer his question, but smiled and said, "You absorbed those black dead branches, right? Tell me, how much did you 'swallow'?"

Hegelman heard "certainty" in Aisha's tone.

Anger ignited in his heart, but was swallowed by sadness and turned into hatred. He was silent for a while before he said solemnly, "One."

"One..."

Aisha seemed to be thinking about something.

Those Winged People only swallowed one and then all of them fell into corruption.

The number of dead branches swallowed by the demon general Tobias has exceeded this number, but when fighting with it, there was no obvious feeling that it was transforming into a polluted one. Is this because the dead branches have no effect on it, or is it because its power is enough to force the dead branches to work for it?

Aisha continued to ask: "Where did you get those dead branches?"

"A mysterious person... but I can sense that he must be from the demon tribe."

"Demons? Not surprising. Forget it, how much do you know about the awakening of Demon General Tobias and the vampire attack? You're in cahoots with them, right? Even though Alman doesn't know you, the accomplice he mentioned must be you, right?"

Hegelman took a deep breath, "It's me."

Elsa narrowed her eyes slightly.

"So, you were the one who tipped off the information, betrayed it, and brought in the ghouls?"

"it's me……"

"Can you still find that demon?"

Hegelman shook his head. "I haven't heard from the Demon General since he died."

Elsa nodded, thinking about it.

She wanted to find out more about the mysterious demon tribe, but at this moment, Hegelman suddenly raised his head with a ferocious look on his face, staring directly at Elsa, and a complex magic circle appeared in his hand.

That was soul magic. He had been pretending to cooperate with Elsa's questions, and finally waited until Elsa relaxed before casting this magic.

However, at this moment, Elsa stepped on the magic circle between Hegerman's hands at a speed that Hegerman could not see at all. His magic had just taken shape when it was extinguished at this moment.

"I advise you not to seek your own death," Aisha said expressionlessly, "The guy who tried to control my mind last time blew himself up. I have no objection if you want to follow in his footsteps, but I still have something to ask you."

Hegelman looked up blankly at Elsa, who had been calm from beginning to end, and there was complete despair in his eyes.

He recalled the only time in his life when he lost his composure due to fear - that was during the Demon King War forty years ago. On that day, his unit unexpectedly encountered the "treacherous Demon General Mingcis".

Mencius, that terrible guy, even though he has been dead for more than forty years, his shadow still remains in Hegelman's heart - at that time, the cunning demon general, Mencius, politely tore the limbs of one warrior after another, and with a smile on his face, he deeply implanted the fear of death in Hegelman's heart.

"—Are you afraid of death? Like this, or like this."

Mingcis smiled strangely and sharply, and said such words to the young boy. It was a curse, branded deep in his soul, affecting his choices in life again and again.

After that, he became more and more cautious and more and more afraid of death. It was precisely because of his fear of death that he survived the Demon King War - no one knew that he was a deserter, but it did save his life. In battle after battle, his luck and strength allowed him to survive.

When he came to his senses, he had become a great magician with great military achievements, and was only one step away from becoming an extraordinary magician. He began to climb up and eventually became the leader of the Dammas Magician Corps. In his hands, he held power and wealth that he had never imagined before.

But Hegelman was never happy about all this.

The fear of death hijacked his soul.

He studied and searched frantically, trying to escape that nightmare, but could death really be escaped? Wasn't it true that a person was cursed to die one day from birth?

Decades passed, and the once brave young magician had turned into a timid and withered old man. Aged Hegelmann felt that the end of his fate was getting closer and closer. He tried to seek the secret of immortality from the legendary sage of mystic magic, but the answer he got made him despair.

It turns out that the secret of the Mystic Sage's immortality comes from the gift of the World Tree.

However, the World Tree had already withered long ago.

Since the Sage of Mystic Magic, there have been no more immortals in the human race.

but……

If it weren't for humans...

At this moment, the mysterious man from the demon tribe appeared and said to Hegelman: "-Are you afraid of death?"

"It's getting late, and Tricia is still waiting for me." At this moment, Elsa's voice broke into Hegelman's mind, "I will hand you over to the Inquisition. All truth and justice will be upheld, and your necromancy will soon be useless."

Hegelman smiled bitterly.

He was afraid of death, but he failed in the end.

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288. Afternoon Tea for Four

Elsa took back the spear that belonged to her.

The heavy silver spear was taken out from the thick and sturdy white cloth. The moment Elsa held it in her hand, she fell in love with it. Elsa keenly noticed that the length and center of gravity of the spear had been fine-tuned, and the spear itself also had a different feeling.

The spear was originally modeled after the Holy Nail Fafnir, and its length, weight, and appearance were all similar to the Holy Nail. However, due to the limitations of the material itself, this exact imitation resulted in the center of gravity setting becoming one of the few minor flaws. The tiny difference may have been overlooked by the person who forged it, but now this problem has been remedied by this Ute blacksmith master.

The spear body has lost some of its original simplicity and has more exquisite and complicated inscriptions. Those inscriptions are magic runes added by Tricia specifically to strengthen the material of the spear body. It must be said that they are from the hands of a master. These inscriptions not only ensure absolute effectiveness but also make the spear itself beautiful and majestic, and carve out a heavy texture of craftsmanship.

At the same time, the spear blade was also fine-tuned. Since Elsa often used it to throw and attack, the spear blade was the most severely damaged part when Elsa handed the spear to Tricia. The Ute forging master obviously discovered this. Elsa observed it carefully. The curvature and curve of the spear blade did not change much after the re-forging. The most obvious change was a few more blood grooves. However, when Elsa tapped it lightly, the metal of the gun body and the gun tip fed back to her nails with a completely different brittle metal vibration. The gun blade became stronger.

"What a great weapon, thank you Tricia, I like it very much."

Elsa was very satisfied. She was currently enjoying a peaceful afternoon tea with Vivian, Sophia, and Tricia in the Lord's Mansion. As for why they had gathered here, it was naturally to relax after work. Tricia had finally finished repairing all the magic circles, and Sophia had also erased all the Abyssal runes. Their work for the day was finally over.

The spear was the one the Inquisition had found in Hegelman's space equipment. Hannah had immediately delivered it to him. As for Hannah, she returned to her work after delivering it. Two days had passed since the Hegelman incident, and a lot of follow-up work was still underway. It was a busy time—but those things were Sibern's own concerns; Aisha would not interfere.

As for what kind of waves Elsa caused when she escorted Hegelman back to the fortress two days ago, that was another matter. Probably no one had expected why a veteran who had been active and had made great achievements since the Demon King War would suddenly turn to the Demon King's army and betray the empire he should be loyal to.

The Magician Corps was especially vulnerable to being betrayed by their trusted superiors. Some were filled with excitement, but most were desolate and desolate. Just like their destroyed base, the Magician Corps would likely have to rebuild much of its operations from scratch.

Hegelman had become a skinny old man who looked like a dead branch. He confessed his plan in a hoarse voice without reservation. The tribunal imprisoned him on many charges and would probably sentence him to death soon. Before that, there should be some time for Shibern to extract information from Hegelman and deal with the corresponding aftermath.

The death penalty is inevitable, even though Hegelman had made great contributions during the Demon King War.

"As long as you like it."

Tricia smiled slightly. If Aisha was satisfied, she would of course be satisfied too.