That's How We Necromancers Do Things

Chapter 160: Chapter 99: My Real Mom [Pale Elegy]

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There was no mistaking it. That familiar, icy sensation was Pale Elegy.

At that moment, Lynch could do nothing. He couldn’t even move a fingertip, forced to watch helplessly as a gaze that seemed to originate from the abyss pierced through the Netherworld Vortex.

The Bone Valor, which hadn’t even finished crawling out, shattered to pieces with a series of CRACKS.

Then.

The gaze swept nonchalantly over him, and then over everything around him.

Sea Song reacted as if struck by a heavy blow. The color drained from her pretty face, and her delicate body trembled so violently she could barely stand.

The Elite Fishmen in the courtyard fared even worse, collapsing to the ground in unison. They didn’t dare to move a muscle, lying as still as death.

Even the once-roaring bonfire instantly shrank to a tiny flicker, as if its very dance had frozen in place.

Only Esther, whom Lynch had tossed onto a haystack, suddenly rolled over. Her small nose twitched, and her scarlet eyes snapped open. With an excited expression, she flapped her wings and flew over to the Netherworld Vortex, circling it and letting out happy, cooing murmurs.

It was no wonder. Esther was a Vampire personally turned by Pale Elegy. One could consider Pale Elegy her creator, her "mother," so it was only natural for Esther to feel an affinity for her.

Pale Elegy had clearly noticed her as well. Her gaze lingered on Esther for a moment before sweeping over the others, finally settling on Lynch.

At the same time.

A lazy, slightly amused voice echoed in the depths of his soul, "Hmm, interesting... Little mouse, you’ve certainly piqued My interest."

As soon as he heard this, cold sweat broke out on Lynch’s back. He couldn’t help but curse inwardly. ’Who asked you to be interested? You’re like a persistent ghost!’

Just then, Pale Elegy’s voice once again rang out in his soul.

"Take care of the little one~ Don’t let her die."

"That one just now... hmm, I’ll compensate you with another."

"Keep up the good work~ I have high hopes for you. I hope you can bring Me more surprises. See you next time~"

It seemed Pale Elegy had truly only come for a quick look. The moment her voice faded, the icy pressure receded like a tidal wave. The bonfire flared back to life with a WHOOSH, the night wind began to blow again, making the leaves rustle, and the entire world started moving once more.

Only the little Vampire, Esther, seemed reluctant to see her go.

He had a feeling she was gone.

But Lynch still didn’t dare to move. He remained frozen in place for several more minutes. Only after confirming there were no other abnormalities did he slowly let out a breath and slump back into his chair, feeling as if all his strength had been drained away.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the trembling in his heart finally subsiding a little.

However, being treated as an "interesting little mouse" by a Netherworld Demigod who might pop in to check on him at any time... the feeling was truly... terrifying.

’I have to find a way to block her attention.’

’I wonder if my mentor’s study abroad advisor has replied to her yet?’

"Huh?"

After coming back to his senses, Lynch suddenly noticed a Skeleton standing where the Netherworld Vortex had just disappeared.

It wasn’t a Skeleton Warrior. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

It was a Skeleton Archer.

With just one glance, Lynch could clearly sense that this Skeleton Archer was no ordinary creature.

It was about the same height as a Skeleton Warrior, but the texture of its bones was exceptionally solid. On its back, it carried a bone longbow almost as tall as itself. The bow’s frame was sleek, and it faintly shimmered with a ghostly light, clearly anything but ordinary.

A quiver at its waist held over a dozen pale bone arrows, their sharp heads glinting with a cold light.

In its eye sockets, two clusters of eerie green Soul Fire burned steadily, exuding an aura of calm indifference.

Most importantly.

The aura it radiated was incredibly powerful.

It seemed to be on par with Lynch’s strongest subordinates, the Purple Zombie, Bloodfang, and the Vampire, Esther.

’This is... Tier Three!?’

Lynch’s heart began to pound wildly.

This was actually a Tier Three Skeleton Guard Archer. In an Undead Army, this was a Centurion-level long-range sniper unit.

What made Lynch even more ecstatic was that he had already successfully established a Netherworld Contract with it, and it had occupied one of his four Contract Slots.

"This..." Amid his joyous surprise, Lynch couldn’t help but feel a little conflicted. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

On one hand, there was the lethal attention of a Demigod who could "glance" at him at any moment. On the other hand, every time he encountered Pale Elegy, he always seemed to gain some benefit.

Last time, she gave him the Vampire, Esther.

And this time, after shattering his Bone Valor, she casually compensated him with a Tier Three Skeleton Guard Archer!

’What the hell, is this a blessing or a curse?’

Still, Lynch had no way of avoiding Pale Elegy right now, so he could only take things as they came.

Regardless, this new Tier Three Skeleton Guard Archer was a tangible benefit, adding another high-end combatant to his forces.

Now, under his command, he had the Tier Three Purple Zombie, Bloodfang; the Tier Three Vampire, Esther; and now this Tier Three Skeleton Guard Archer. He was finally starting to feel the confidence that came with having an array of powerful generals.

With a flicker of thought, he tried to communicate with his newly contracted Skeleton Guard Archer.

The eerie green Soul Fire in the latter’s eye sockets flickered slightly. It then bowed and conveyed a thought of submission to Lynch.

"Very good."

Lynch nodded in satisfaction.

’Looks like this new guy’s intelligence is quite high, and his physical dexterity is even better.’

Then, he looked it up and down and said, "As is tradition, I need to give you a name~ Seeing you with that bow on your back and quiver at your side, you have the bearing of a master archer... Hmm, I’ll call you ’Bone-Eye.’ I hope you won’t disappoint the name, and will one day become a sharpshooter who can pierce a willow leaf from a hundred paces."