That's How We Necromancers Do Things

Chapter 166: Chapter 99: My Mom [Pale Elegy]

That was the language of Gnoll rituals.

The next moment, it shot out, its form a blur as it appeared behind the Gnoll warriors who had lost their will to fight. Then, while they were completely defenseless, it lashed out with its claws.

"Chieftain?! No—!"

"Hog... you..."

A chorus of agonized screams instantly erupted as gushing blood stained the Totem Pole red.

Soon, the Totem Pole seemed to come alive. The runes on its surface lit up one by one with a scarlet glow, greedily absorbing the hot blood splashed upon it.

"Blood as the offering, soul as the sacrifice! O great Lord of the Hunt, Progenitor of the Gnolls, Vanguard of the Abyss—Yenogu! Hear the call of your humble servant! Send down your wrath and tear these blasphemous Undead to shreds!"

Hog roared madly in the Gnoll tongue, a language Lynch couldn’t understand.

The scarlet light on the Totem Pole grew ever brighter. Suddenly, the area plunged into darkness, as if in that instant a subtle resonance—or perhaps a direct link—had been forged with the endless Abyss.

A sliver of terrifying will seemed to force its way out, bit by bit, through a crack in the endless Abyss. It followed the connection forged by the blood and the Totem Pole, descending abruptly into the mine.

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The main cavern of the mine began to shake violently, rubble and dust raining down.

Though it was only a sliver, the descending will was filled with malice and rage, sweeping across the entire mine in an instant.

In that instant, Lynch felt every hair on his body stand on end. A tremor born of pure, instinctual fear shot up his spine to the base of his skull, making him shudder violently.

His face paled, and he couldn’t help but curse furiously in his mind.

’Holy fuck, Hog! Have you no balls? You start crying to your daddy the moment you can’t win?!’

However, this was clearly not the time to be venting.

Before he could react, the evil will from the Abyss Demon Lord "sniffed out" the presence of Lynch, the Necromancer. With a malevolent sneer, it descended upon him.

Lynch felt as though countless tentacles were reaching out from the darkness, trying to drag his soul into the endless Abyss.

A splitting headache instantly wracked his mind, and he let out a pained grunt.

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Lynch steeled himself, gritting his teeth as he prepared to play his trump cards.

He had, of course, come to Red Ridge Mountain with a few life-saving trump cards prepared. It was just that each one was incredibly valuable, and using one would definitely pain him for quite a while.

But this was no time for such concerns.

But before he could play his trump cards...

...deep within his soul, the cold, dormant sigil was seemingly provoked by the external malice and Abyssal Aura. It suddenly burst forth with rays of pale light.

The next moment, a profound, icy presence surged up from within Lynch.

It felt as if it had come from the deepest void, far more powerful and terrifying than the Abyss Demon Lord’s sliver of will. In a flash, the chilling pressure enveloping Lynch’s soul was completely dispersed.

Then, the icy presence rapidly converged in the air, forming the faint, almost transparent phantom of a woman.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her posture was graceful. An ancient court gown outlined her slender waist and perfect figure.

In her delicate hands, she held an exquisite parasol, and she exuded an air of languid, elegant, and captivating charm.

She was none other than Lady Pale Elegy Victoria.

Lady Pale Elegy clearly held no goodwill toward the Abyss Demon Lord. Her indifferent eyes flickered with disgust as she glanced toward the Totem Pole in the depths of the mine.

There was no earth-shaking phenomenon.

Just that one, casual glance.

In that instant, the will of the Abyss Demon Lord—so aggressive and seemingly ready to devour all just a moment ago—froze in place. It even began to faintly emanate a sense of trembling fear.

The feeling was exactly like that of a street thug swaggering about while bullying a small child, only for an expressionless... world-ending tigress to silently appear behind the kid.

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