This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

If the enemy is still very active, the Abyss cannot eliminate him by simply leaving the Underworld. If this guy is allowed to hide in the Underworld, then he won't be able to do anything peacefully using the Underworld in the future.

So it's better to deal with this necromancer here.

Abyss had this idea all along. Instead of trying to shake off the ghost that was gushing out its vitality, he grabbed the ghost by the head.

The ghost didn't stop its throbbing, and Abyss felt a slippery, sticky, and constantly wriggling sensation in his palm. An ordinary person would probably be covered in goosebumps by now.

"Let me see if your necromancy bond is normal." Abyss suddenly accelerated to avoid being caught by other wraiths, while simultaneously pouring powerful magic directly into the wraith's head.

Such powerful magic, the moment it invaded the ghost's body, flowed through his entire body along with the black mud on his skin.

This is magic that the Abyss forcibly injected, and this magic has only one goal—to find an outlet.

A necromancer resurrected by a necromancer must have a bond connecting him to the necromancer. This bond is usually hidden, but for the Abyss, an expert who is extremely familiar with necromancy, nothing can escape his perception.

These magical energies swirled wildly within the ghost's body for a while before sending back a strange signal.

“This ghost has been completely corrupted by the power of the Lord of Delusion, but as long as he is still under the control of necromancy, he will surely be able to find his link—this is it.” Abyss muttered to himself, and sent another stream of magic over.

This magic was different from the magic used for intelligence gathering before. This magic contained strong interference and was transmitted back directly through the necromancy link between the undead and the necromancer.

The necromancer, who had been chanting incantations and casting spells, paused for a moment.

Puff puff!

The wraiths that had been chasing Abyss and Leona in the sky suddenly began to explode one by one, and the black mud that made them up evaporated and disappeared instantly. The necromancer abruptly severed all connections between himself and his undead. Just moments before, he had been arrogantly commanding a large group of undead trying to capture Abyss and Leona, but now he was left all alone.

Having lost all his undead, even this necromancer, whose emotions had been eroded by the power of the Lord of Delusion, fell into a considerable period of emptiness. He remained calm as he was, but even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. He was a necromancer of the summoning school, and his only means of combat was his undead. Now that all his undead were gone, he was helpless for the time being.

The magic Abyss had just infused into the ghost was specifically intended to disrupt the necromancer's spellcasting, after he had initially probed and discerned the general structure of the spell's structure. This mischievous magic entered the necromancy's ligatures, returned to the necromancer through the normal flow of magic between the necromancer and the undead, and then began to disrupt his magic circulation from within, before flowing out again through all his necromancy's ligatures.

Like a virus, the magic that disrupted necromancy quickly spread to all the undead, breaking the spells that had been controlling them like puppets. Now, all the souls found peace again.

"Phew... problem solved." Abyss grinned, extending a hand and swiftly storing all the resting souls into his ring. "The Lord of Delusion actually thought to send a necromancer to attack me? Is He out of his mind?"

"Wow, all those undead have vanished!" Leona, who had been running away, suddenly realized that all the undead behind her had disappeared. She knew that the Abyss had succeeded. Looking at the Abyss from a distance, she asked, "So what do we do now? Can we beat up this necromancer?"

“What’s the point of beating him up? He’s not afraid of getting beaten up.” Abis shook his head. “Let’s both ask him together what his dream is!”

"Hey, you idiot who's lost all his undead! What's your dream? I don't know your life's ambition, but is your dream now to get your undead back? Hahaha!" Leona immediately unleashed her full taunting power.

"Hey, friend! Your undead are all gone! Sit down and have a chat first! You don't need to keep fighting me. The Lord of Delusion won't care about you. Who gets the benefits in the end if you fight so much?" Abyss clapped his hands and began to do some ideological work on the necromancer.

The necromancer's eyes darted around stiffly, glancing at Leona and then at the Abyss. He wanted to unleash his trump card, but as a necromancer specializing in summoning spirits, he relied entirely on controlling the undead in battle. The Abyss's interference had prevented him from even using his trump card.

This is illogical. He is, after all, an elite specially trained by the Lord of Delusion. Under normal circumstances, he should have a trump card to use at this time to deliver an unexpected heavy blow to the enemy. But what is happening now?

Even though the necromancer's emotions had already been weakened to the limit, he still managed to pass on a trace of pent-up frustration to him.

Chapter 236 Hypnotherapy

The necromancer was now completely unable to use magic. This necromancer had obviously undergone highly specialized training, and his necromancy was quite good, but he only had a superficial understanding of other schools of magic.

After being stripped of his necromancy by the Abyss, this necromancer was practically rendered useless.

However, this still did not convince him to communicate with Abyss and Leona.

"Come on, tell me about your dream, maybe I can help you achieve it?"

"What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish? Tell me your dreams now!"

Abyss and Leona were still calling out to him from both sides. This situation would be quite annoying for an ordinary person, but this necromancer was no ordinary person. His only answer was to cast a fireball.

A massive fireball was conjured by the necromancer; this was one of the basic spells for mages. Corrupted by the power of the Lord of Delusion, its color had turned a filthy blackish-red. The fireball drifted slowly towards the Abyss, appearing utterly harmless.

Abyss didn't let the fireball drift towards him; he casually released a magical shockwave, detonating the fireball mid-flight.

Boom!

The fireball was detonated, but its power was not great. The black and red flames burned in the sky for a moment before quickly disappearing.

"Wow, so weak." Leona exclaimed as she watched the necromancer's attack being easily intercepted by the Abyss. "But even though he doesn't have any decent attack methods left, this guy still doesn't want to communicate with us."

“We need to think of another way to get him to communicate with us. The Lord of Delusion has probably learned his lesson from our previous encounters. He makes it impossible for us to communicate with the puppet, and at the same time, the puppet won't reveal what its dream is.” Abyss answered Leona in the shared thought. “If we don’t know his ultimate goal, we’ll probably never be able to eliminate him. He’ll stick to us like glue, always ready to cause trouble.”

"Then what should we do?" Leona looked at Abyss. "You have the most ideas, do you have any suggestions?"

Abyss unleashed another magical shockwave, intercepting a fireball fired by the necromancer in mid-air. After a moment of serious thought, he said, "I have an idea, but I don't know if it will work."

"Let's see what they're made of, how do we do it?"

“Hypnotize him.” Abyss said, his eyes fixed on the necromancer casting a fireball in the distance. “If we hypnotize him, he might be able to communicate with us normally.”

"Hypnosis? You can even hypnotize evil god puppets? Oh, right, using the power of the Nightmare Lord, right?"

“Yes, that’s what I’m thinking. Let me give it a try.” Abyss said, and his body swiftly tore through the air, appearing in front of the necromancer who was still clumsily preparing non-school-specific magic in an instant.

Abyss's right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the necromancer's forehead, while the Nightmare Lord's divine power was simultaneously channeled into him in a small but steady manner.

This necromancer was no match for the Abyss in any way; he hadn't even realized what was happening when the Abyss grabbed him by the forehead. As the Nightmare Lord's power was channeled into his mind, a fireball spell he had just cast vanished, and his vitality instantly depleted.

“It works!” A slight smile appeared on Abis’s lips.

The power of the Lord of Delusion and the Lord of Nightmare are of the same level, but the current Lord of Nightmare has been nourished by a large amount of divine power and has become complete. The power contained in this ancient giant tree is also far greater than that of the Lord of Delusion, and its dominance is stronger. Therefore, even if the necromancer is immune to ordinary attacks, he still cannot escape the hypnotic power of the Lord of Nightmare.

Abyss didn't immediately put the man to sleep; instead, he slowly channeled the power of the Lord of Nightmares into his mind. He wanted to put the necromancer into a semi-conscious state.

"Sleep, child, sleep..." Abyss whispered, bringing his lips close to the necromancer's ear, "You are tired, you need a good night's sleep..."

The necromancer was still struggling, trying to attack the Abyss with his fingernails, but as the power of the Nightmare Lord within him increased, his struggles gradually ceased. If the Abyss hadn't been using magic to support him, he would have already fallen to the ground.

"You feel completely relaxed and comfortable. Your previous fatigue is slowly disappearing..." Abyss's whispers continued, his voice more alluring than usual, like a devil tempting a good person to fall. "You are comfortable, you are safe..."

The necromancer's struggles ceased completely, his limbs fell limply, and his eyes, which had been wide open at the sight of the Abyss, now closed slightly; he had truly entered a state of half-dream, half-awake.

The Abyss's whisper continued: "Now, you are asleep. Here, you can freely open your heart and say whatever you want to say..."

Then, the Abyss used this method to transmit a large amount of psychological suggestion to the necromancer. He kept emphasizing that the necromancer could ignore any previous restrictions and speak freely about his inner thoughts, and his words finally took effect after a few minutes.

"Tell me your name..."

"My name is... Presci..."

"Very good, you did very well. Now, tell me your desire, what is your deepest desire?"

"I want to become a member of the Council of the Dead, a person of importance..."

"You are now... Open your eyes and look..."

As the Abyss whispered, the necromancer named Preshock opened his eyes.

Before him was a huge table, surrounded by elderly men with white hair and beards, all dressed in black mage robes, solemnly arranged in a circle. Directly opposite the table were three mages shrouded in darkness, the three most esteemed and powerful members of the Council of the Dead—the Three Venerables.

"Councilor Preshock, why are you asleep?" A necromancer beside him patted his shoulder and asked with concern, "Did you dream about your past again?"

“I…I’m already a member of the Council of the Dead…” Preshu’s eyes widened as he looked at everything before him. “A dream that could only be achieved by killing Abyss Bellator first…”

At that moment, he suddenly felt something being expelled from his body.

Chapter 237 The Necromancer's Purpose

"Ah!" The necromancer suddenly opened his eyes.

Before him was a manor, and he was floating in the sky. On either side of him, two people were watching him like he was an animal.

"I...I was in the council...how did I suddenly end up here?" The necromancer looked around in surprise, then at the two people beside him.

He recognized both of them; they had become infamous enemies of the Council of the Dead. The smiling boy was Abyss Bellator, the Council of the Dead's number one enemy, while the silver-haired, somewhat arrogant girl was Leona Crepeus, an Abyss familiar and the most powerful aura warrior in the history of the continent.

“No, you weren’t in the council; you were just dreaming.” Abyss spread his hands in response to the necromancer’s question. “Now that I’ve removed the curse of the Lord of Delusion from you, shouldn’t you thank me?”

What Abyss just did was quite simple. He first hypnotized the necromancer, making him reveal his dream in a half-dream state. After that, he directly continued to channel the power of the Lord of Nightmares, causing the necromancer to enter a dream.

This was a beautiful dream, filling the necromancer, who dreamed of becoming a member of the Council of the Dead—a powerful figure qualified to participate in discussions of important matters—with immense satisfaction. The Abyss, knowing only the general principles of dream construction, could use the Nightmare Lord's incredibly realistic dreamscape to fulfill the dreams of a puppet of an evil god, thus forcing the power of the Lord of Delusion out of the puppet's body.

Abyss doesn't know if the cunning Lord of Delusion will come up with a countermeasure in the future, but it's working quite well for now.

"I... ah... I was controlled by the Lord of Delusion..." Only then did the necromancer remember the whole story of how he ended up like this. He let out a long breath and looked at the Abyss.

"You remember everything? How did the Lord of Delusion control you? Are you a member of the Council of the Dead?" Abyss asked casually, floating in the air.

The necromancer sneered: "I willingly allowed the Lord of Delusion to control me, in order to gain power."

"Oh, so it was voluntary." Abyss didn't show the slightest surprise, but nodded calmly and looked at Leona.

Leona glanced at Abyss, her face showing a look of amazement: "Voluntary? There really are such idiots. I thought he had some kind of reason for it."

The necromancer felt for a moment as if he had been insulted.

"The council wants to get rid of you, and I'm here to carry out that mission." The necromancer glared at the Abyss with hostile eyes. Even after the curse of the Lord of Delusion was lifted, his stance remained unchanged; he was still hostile to the Abyss.

However, Abyss wasn't surprised at all; he had known for a long time that the Council of the Dead had colluded with the Lord of Delusion. His relationship with the Council of the Dead was already bad and beyond repair.

"Why did the council send you to carry out this mission? They've sent quite a few people before, so they should have some experience. They wouldn't send someone who's not strong enough to play games with me, would they?" Abyss mercilessly assessed the necromancer's strength. "Your ability to control the undead is indeed good, but you're too unbalanced. As long as I don't let your necromancy bond take shape, you'll be completely helpless."

"..." The necromancer glared at the Abyss with hatred. Although what the Abyss had said was quite objective, this merciless criticism still made him feel extremely humiliated.

“ABC, you’re being really disrespectful by saying that.” Leona waved her hand dismissively. “You can’t talk like that. You need to be more tactful. Let me, a princess of noble birth, teach you how to say it: ‘You necromancer over there, the Council of the Dead sent you to your death. I have deep sympathy for you and hope you can be strong and move forward.’”

"You!" The necromancer was furious at Leona's words, but he was powerless to retaliate and could only point his finger at Leona.

“Speak, why did the Council of the Dead send you here? In short, I don’t believe you were sent to assassinate me.” Abyss shook his head, looking at the necromancer with sharp eyes.

The necromancer was clearly frightened by the Abyss's gaze. Although the Abyss usually appeared kind and refined, he could be extremely intimidating when he was serious, not to mention that the necromancer in front of him had just suffered a crushing defeat in their battle.

"You just sent me here to test your strength, what did you think it was?" the necromancer replied immediately.

“You’re lying,” Abis shook his head. “I didn’t get the answer I wanted.”

"You think I'd tell you?" The necromancer, caught lying by the Abyss, still tried to resist. "Don't even think about it. You'll never get a word out of me!"

"It's not entirely your fault. After all, you're just an outer member of the Council of the Dead. Your skills may be quite good, but your qualifications aren't enough. They probably haven't told you all my information, have they? You know, whether you want to tell me or not, I have countless ways to make you tell me everything you know, word for word." Abyss shrugged indifferently. "Now I'm giving you one last choice: do you obediently tell me, or do I have to take some coercive measures?"

"Don't underestimate the strongest necromancer on the continent, you bastard." Leona waved her fist threateningly at the necromancer. "Do you think someone who can make your entire Council of the Dead feel like they're facing a formidable enemy is someone ordinary?"

It was only then that the necromancer realized the magnitude of the Abyss. He began to waver.

He stole a glance at the Abyss, who still appeared calm and collected, though his eyes held no hint of a joke. The necromancer had no doubt that if he wasn't careful, the Abyss would forcefully extract all the information he knew.

"I...I...I'll tell you..." the necromancer stammered. "I am...I am..."