Should I raise you too?

Elisa raised her hand to stop them and said to Simon, "Let's go."

Simon opened the door and invited Miss Elisa to go in first.

“I’ll go too.” Maria unbuttoned the sleeves and collar of her housekeeper’s uniform to make it easier to move around.

Eve looked anxiously at Maria, then at Simon, and grabbed their hands urgently: "It's too dangerous outside!"

Elisa clicked her tongue inwardly.

It was clearly the three of us who said we were going, so what's the meaning of you only taking two people? Miss Elisa, isn't my life precious?!

Without me, there will be no one to pay your salaries!

Elisa sighed and said to Maria, "You stay here and stay in the house with the servants. Don't go out. Simon and I have backup. Let's go out and see what's going on."

Seeing her young mistress's calm expression, Maria agreed.

On the other side, Simon also pulled his hand out of Eve's arms. He patted the young maid's head and turned to walk into the thick fog.

Eve and Maria pushed the door open, and only closed it long after the two figures had disappeared into the thick fog.

They went to the stables, where the coachman's family lived in a wooden hut next to the stables. Simon took the carriage and told the coachman's family to lock the door and hide.

"Where are we going, Miss Elisa?" Simon asked, looking at the blonde girl.

"To the island embassy." Alyssa felt a little awkward and hurriedly got into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, she rubbed her forehead. Even if today was just a false alarm and no action was needed, she had still revealed some of her secrets; at the very least, her identity as a superhuman could no longer be hidden.

However, the male servant had already guessed this, so there was no need to hide it.

Moreover, this identity isn't that important anymore.

Leaning against the carriage, Elisa recalled the conversation in the palace.

She didn't know what her father and sister were involved in, and without finding out, she couldn't solidify her belief in revenge.

She wanted to go back to the archipelago to ask her teacher for clarification... no, she should write a letter instead, otherwise she might get arrested and have to pay off her debts if she went back.

Many undead roamed the roads of the capital, and Simon cleared them away one by one with the power of the sun. With the help of the power of the "Sun Disc", the thick fog had almost no effect on him, and the carriage soon arrived at the front of the archipelago embassy.

“Ask if there’s any news about the islands,” Elisa said to Simon. “Also, have them clear out the undead around here.”

Elisa isn't afraid of being seen. She's from the islands, and it's normal for her to come to the embassy to ask about things when she encounters problems.

Simon agreed, jumped out of the car, and entered the embassy.

The order to clear out the islands was successfully issued, but no news came from the islands. Communication between the embassy and the islands was cut off by the thick fog, and the capital city was now an isolated island.

Elisa thought for a moment and said to Simon, "Go to Eleanor's mansion."

It's close to the palace, so if anything happens, we can quickly get inside to check. If Eleanor were in the mansion, I could keep an eye on her and make sure that curly-haired baboon doesn't do anything reckless.

Chapter 86 I Will Die, You Will Be Reborn (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader)

"What is that?" Eleanor stood by the window, looking at the stiff figures below, and asked the necklace on her chest with a puzzled expression.

Lady Necklace remained silent. Eleanor waited for a while, but received no reply, so she activated "Spirit Vision".

Generally speaking, a human body will appear as two layers of color under spiritual vision. The outer layer is a jumbled mess of color, which represents the impure human body, while the inner layer is a deep blue color, which represents the pure spiritual body.

But in Eleanor's spiritual vision, the figures downstairs were completely black. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that something seemed to be wriggling in that darkness.

"Stop! Don't use your spiritual vision!" A light flashed on the sapphire necklace, and a spiritual wall blocked Eleanor's view, interrupting her gaze.

Eleanor turned off her spiritual vision and said nonchalantly, "Isn't the lady here?"

"I am not a god; many things can kill me, such as this thick fog. I remember something; this is Alysander's power," Lady Necklace cautioned.

"That mad king? What is he trying to do?" Eleanor asked curiously.

“I can’t remember. I felt the ceremony was dangerous, but if it’s only this dangerous, then it’s alright, alright…” Lady Necklace murmured. “The center of the ceremony is the royal palace.”

"So it wasn't the end of the world after all?" Eleanor was a little disappointed.

She opened the window, looked at the undead banging on the doors of houses along the road, and asked, "With your power, Madam, can you put them to rest?"

Before Lady Necklace could finish saying "yes," the girl had already leaped out of the window, chanting Hermes to deliver the two living dead.

After she finished, she climbed upstairs again.

“I forgot to write to Mr. Simon.” Eleanor wrote down the information she had just received, folded it into a paper crane, and tossed it out the window.

The paper crane flew forward for a while, then suddenly turned and started circling around.

"The location tracking has failed. The paper crane uses the spirit realm for location tracking, and the connection between the capital and the spirit realm is broken," Lady Necklace murmured.

“Although I don’t quite understand, this is a very serious situation, isn’t it?” Eleanor finally realized the gravity of the situation.

"Either the spirit world is malfunctioning, or the real world of the capital is malfunctioning, and it's most likely the latter... But thankfully, thankfully, everything will return to normal once the sun rises."

Lady Necklace recalled more memories: "This is not a complete ritual. Someone is stealing Alysander's power, perhaps a kind of life modification. We'll just have to wait for him to finish."

Eleanor glanced towards the palace and quickly made a guess. Life modification was usually linked to lifespan extension; was the old king unwilling to die now? Did he want to borrow another five hundred years from Alysander?

"It's almost over." Lady Necklace breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the window, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and visibility rapidly increased.

Eleanor saw the approaching carriage; the familiar Landau carriage belonged to Elisa's family, and the driver was a familiar young man.

Eleanor raised her hand to greet them, but then remembered her identity and lowered her hand, pretending to be aloof.

The carriage stopped downstairs at the mansion. The thick fog on the street had receded to the rooftops, and it looked like the sky was about to appear.

Just then, the retreat of the thick fog stopped, and more, thicker, and more violently surging fog rushed back onto the street!

The undead swayed in the streets, black shadows writhing on their skin, their speed and power suddenly increasing.

Across from the mansion, a living dead who had been silently knocking on the door suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a name: "Mia."

The door was suddenly flung open, and a young woman with tears in her eyes reached out and embraced her returning husband.

The living dead embraced his wife and slowly opened his teeth.

A golden light pierced through its body. Simon stopped the power of the sun disk, turned to look at Elisa, and Eleanor also lowered her head to look at the necklace.

Lady Necklace exclaimed in disbelief, "The power of the ritual has increased! It's no longer 'life transformation,' it's a complete 'resurrection of the dead,' why...?"

……

Within the royal palace, beneath the surface, in a towering underground space, within a labyrinth of layers of curtains, the old king lay quietly.

A priest dressed in black robes stood before him, his eyes vacant, gazing upwards where the old king's spirit floated.

The priest's spirit also detached from his body, and his flesh used a bone blade to cut open the old king's six fingers.

The moment the fingers hit the ground, the old king's scream echoed throughout the space, and his spirit also wailed as his six fingers vanished.

The priest's spirit took out six "Alysand's finger bones" and placed them on the old king's spirit, then used fine needle and thread to sew them up, one stitch at a time.

Each time the needle and thread pierced through the hole, the old king would let out a scream.

Two hours passed, the cries gradually weakened, the old king's body was drenched in sweat, the priest completed the last injection, chanted incantations, and returned his and the old king's spirits to their rightful place.

"It's a success." The old king rose to his feet, looking at his body with joy. "I can feel my flesh changing. Is this the power of death? I will be between life and death; I will gain eternal life!"

Blood splattered, and the old king's two hands fell to the ground. Crown Prince Fred emerged from behind the curtain, put down the blood-stained sword, picked up the two arms from the ground, and mechanically broke off six "fingers".

"What are you doing!" The old king lunged at Fred, but Fred thrust out his useless severed arm, piercing through the old king's chest.

The priest listened in astonishment and tried to cry for help, but a hand covered his mouth from behind and snapped his neck.

A middle-aged gentleman with black hair and brown eyes stepped over the priest's corpse and walked to Crown Prince Fred's side.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty Fred.” He bowed to Fred.

“No need for unnecessary words,” Fred said, looking at him and announcing his identity. “Get to business. Baron Percy.”

“Just call me Lucius,” Lucius said respectfully.

A weak cough interrupted their conversation. The old king, lying in a pool of blood, was not yet dead. He raised his head and looked at Fred and Lucius in astonishment:

“What do you want to do? Fred! I’ve said it before, I don’t care about power, the throne is yours…”

Before the old king could finish speaking, Fred kicked him over.

He touched on the old king's wounds: "How ridiculous! You don't care about what I care about?"

Amid the old king's wailing, he looked at Lucius: "I will finish what I missed fifteen years ago, and do what Augustus did not finish!"

The old king's eyes widened in terror: "Madman, you're a madman too!"

Lucius smiled, raised his sword, and beheaded the old king: "Now we are at peace."

Fred didn't look at the corpse, but tossed the six "finger bones" to Lucius: "Let's begin."

Lucius laid the six "finger bones" in a pool of blood.

He looked into the darkness beside him, spread his arms, and cried out in a frenzy, "Come, my dear daughter, sacrifice to the great being, let us begin. Do not grieve, you will become a part of that great being, be proud of your purpose!"

Behind the curtain, a girl in a white baptismal robe emerged. She was barefoot, her hands clasped in front of her, her long red hair weighed down by a laurel wreath, the ends falling behind her shoulders and swaying with her steps like a blazing flame about to ignite herself.

Her bare feet stepped into the pool of blood, staining the soles of her feet red. The blood was thick and sticky; with each step she took, a footprint would briefly remain in the blood behind her.

She sat in the very center of the curtain, head bowed, hands raised in front of her chest, holding the scarab badge strung on her necklace through her christening robe.