Chapter 236 - 110: Pale Elegy: What a Lively Scene~

Chapter 236: Chapter 110: Pale Elegy: What a Lively Scene~

And a wide smile spread across Raymond’s chubby face.

"Lynch, hahaha! We owe you big time for this!" Raymond slapped Lynch hard on the shoulder, making Lynch, who had changed back into his Mage robes, grimace. "If you hadn’t pulled off that decapitation strike and seized the opportunity to throw the enemy into chaos, we really would’ve met our end here today! That Flame Demon... Tsk, it’s terrifying just thinking about it."

He raised his wooden mug, chugged a large mouthful of ale, and let out a boozy breath. With a magnanimous wave of his chubby hand, he said, "We’re brothers who’ve faced death together, so let’s skip the pleasantries. You know the rules. All the spoils of war, including the corpses on the battlefield, are yours to pick from first! I’ll take whatever’s left. I absolutely won’t be stingy this time."

Hearing this, the surrounding officers of the Thirteenth Battle Group also smiled, raising no objections.

Battalion Commander Lynch absolutely deserved the highest credit for the Thirteenth Battle Group’s survival and ultimate victory. They wouldn’t have objected even if he took all the spoils, let alone just having the first pick.

"It’s rare to see you being so generous, so I won’t hold back." And Lynch certainly didn’t.

He immediately began to sort through the mountain of corpses and spoils.

He first focused on the high-quality corpses.

He definitely wasn’t going to miss out on the Berserker who had been taken down by Gu Youji’s sneak arrow shot.

The man’s physique was superb, making him the perfect material for refining a High Tier Black Corpse.

If it awakened a Soul Fire, and he spent some resources nurturing it, he would have another powerful Tier Four general. Even without a Soul Fire, it could serve as a core member of his Purple Zombie unit.

In addition, he also picked out the bodies of several officers around Tier Three, planning to use them to expand his Purple Zombie unit.

He then selected several hundred more high-quality corpses to mass-convert into Skeleton Servants, replenishing his losses from the previous battle and further expanding the scale of his Sea of Skulls.

Watching Lynch’s selection process...

...Senior Brother Raymond, who had just been acting so magnanimous and generous, couldn’t help but feel his chubby face twitch.

The sight was excruciating.

His own Undead Corps had suffered heavy losses as well.

Unfortunately for him, Lynch didn’t even spare him a glance and walked straight over to the corpse of the Catastrophe Mage, Horn Solar.

Even in death, his magnificent, dark-red robes and the lingering aura of a Warlock still spoke of his extraordinary status in life.

Lynch smiled the moment he saw the Catastrophe Mage.

He rubbed his hands together, ready to loot the body, his eyes filled with anticipation.

This guy was a big shot—a wanted criminal on the Imperial Blacklist, a Tier Five Warlock, and the commander of a two-thousand-man army.

His fortune was incomparable to that of a broke, wanted fugitive like the "Scarlet Reaper," who was always hiding and on the run.

The first thing Lynch picked up was the Catastrophe Mage’s Magic Staff.

The top of the staff was inlaid with a massive flame crystal, and its material was neither metal nor wood.

He grasped the Magic Staff and extended his Spiritual Power into it. He immediately felt the powerful and berserk fire energy contained within, as well as a significant boost to his own Spiritual Power. It was definitely a Top Grade Magic Staff.

In terms of Spiritual Power amplification alone, it was actually quite a bit stronger than Lynch’s own Raven’s Whisper.

Then, under the mournful gaze of his Senior Brother Raymond, Lynch gleefully stored it in his Space Ring.

Next was the robe.

Although it had a hole pierced through it by a spear of Holy Light, the robe’s material was extremely precious. The Magic Patterns on it were complex, and its defensive power and amplification of Fire Element Magic and Spiritual Power were not weak. After being repaired by a master, it would still be a fine treasure.

With the robe gone, Lynch quickly noticed a necklace hanging around the corpse’s neck.

He immediately unfastened the necklace from the corpse’s neck.

The chain itself wasn’t particularly special.

But the pendant was a diamond-shaped crystal the size of a pigeon’s egg, a deep crimson in color. Lava seemed to flow slowly within the crystal, emitting a warm and subtle fluctuation of Magic Power.

"Hm? What’s this?" Lynch curiously picked up the Crimson Pendant. It was slightly scalding to the touch.

He subconsciously extended his Spiritual Power into the pendant, trying to investigate its specific properties.

But in that instant, something suddenly changed.

VMMMM—

As if triggered by something, the Crimson Pendant suddenly erupted with a blinding light.

A berserk aura, filled with an air of destruction, abruptly rose from the pendant.

At the same time, the summoning Array on the high platform, which had already stopped functioning, lit up once more.

The space above the Array began to distort violently.

「The next moment.」

A dark-red rift appeared out of thin air, and the thick stench of sulfur from Hell quickly filled the air.

Blazing red energy surged out of the rift, coalescing into a figure in mid-air in the blink of an eye.

Its body was covered in thick, crimson plating, with sharp bone spurs growing from its joints. A pair of demonic wings spread out ostentatiously behind it, freely emitting an aura of tyranny and destruction.

With its appearance, all the bonfires in the square began to flicker erratically, and the air temperature suddenly started to rise.

The weaker Soldiers present were directly overwhelmed by the aura and collapsed limply to the ground.

Startled by this turn of events, Raymond shot to his feet, his face turning deathly pale. "The Demon Refining Lord, Ragnarash!"

’Don’t tell me Solar’s pendant had a sacrificial summoning spell embedded in it, one that only triggers upon death?’

’The spell activated the summoning Array and actually summoned a projection of the Purgatory Lord, Ragnarash?!’

’This is one of the rulers of the seventh layer of Hell! His power is off the charts—even a mere projection is enough to annihilate everyone here in an instant.’

’We’re screwed, we’re so screwed! We’re dead for sure! Who could possibly deal with this?’

But the Demon Refining Lord clearly hadn’t noticed him at all.

It opened its eyes, which seemed to burn with fire, and followed the trail of the aura to the Crimson Pendant in Lynch’s hand.

After getting a clear look at Solar’s corpse, the flames in its eyes instantly burned several shades brighter, and a blazing fury rose within its gaze.

"Was it you who killed my loyal contractor? Who stole my token?!"

It suddenly spoke, its voice deep and booming, filled with frenzied killing intent.

As it spoke, a terrifying pressure bore down on Lynch as if it were a physical weight.

Lynch felt his breath catch in his throat. His bones seemed to creak under the pressure, and his very soul began to tremble uncontrollably.

Under the extreme terror, his mind went almost completely blank, and his face became deathly pale.

At this moment, his only thought was regret.

’I never should have touched this necklace.’

He had never imagined that the seemingly most valuable piece of loot from the Catastrophe Mage would turn out to be a token directly linked to a Demon Refining Lord.

What kind of treasure was this? It was clearly a hornet’s nest—the kind that, once poked, would send you straight to the deepest pits of Hell.

"Lynch!"

Seeing this, Avril, who was disguised as a "little thief," had her expression change drastically.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled out the Holy Light Angel statue, bit her fingertip, and quickly smeared her blood onto it.

"O Supreme Light, Flame of Heaven, hear the plea of your humble servant..." She closed her eyes and began to rapidly chant an ancient and sacred prayer in the most devout tone.

"In the name of Grant, guided by the blood of the covenant..."

"May the Wings of Protection descend upon this defiled land once more, to scatter the darkness and purify all evil!"

As she chanted, the Angel statue suddenly burst forth with a pure and dazzling divine radiance.

But that wasn’t all.

Deep within Lynch’s soul, the Soul Mark that had lain dormant for over half a year seemed to sense something and reactivated.

A lazy female voice echoed directly in Lynch’s soul.

Hm?

A Demon Refining Lord?

A Holy Light Angel?

"Well, isn’t this lively..."

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