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

Abis and Sophia walked at the back of the crowd, and both of them glanced back at the same time.

“Abyss, your method really works! They did start fighting, and now I can take advantage of the chaos to attack their soul scanners.”

"The rest is up to you, Sofia."

Their ultimate goal, of course, was the soul scanner by the gate. Next, all they needed to do was have Sophia steal the soul scanner and then stage the gate to look like it had been completely destroyed by magic, leaving no evidence against them.

Just as the two were about to make their move, inside the exchange's hall, on the wall where Abyss had been leaning against, several runes written with magic-guiding paint gradually dimmed. These runes were connected to the magic array nodes displaying prices in front of the window, drawing energy from them. As the runes' effects disappeared, the magic paint also rapidly evaporated, vanishing without a trace.

If someone highly skilled in magic circles were to see these runes, they would recognize that this is a magic circle node for the spell "Wrath." Just now, the Abyss did not cast the spell itself, but instead used the magic circle in the room as an energy source to apply the spell "Wrath" to everyone. This battle was also designed by the Abyss.

Chapter 282 Macon's End

The Council of the Dead's exchange only prevented those who entered from directly using illusions, but they did not expect that someone would use magic-guiding paint to draw magic circles on the walls and use the power of the magic circles to cast illusions.

The illusion the Abyss used on the wall affected everyone in the room. Illusions don't require the target's eyes to be seen to work; rather, with the right casting method, one can choose to affect a single person or a group within a certain range.

The magic flowing through the magic circles on the walls that display the total value of the purchased items is relatively weak. Therefore, the illusions that the Abyss releases are not particularly powerful. They only cause the two sides who are arguing to lose control and start fighting, but neither of them goes all out. Even when they use deadly magic, they try not to hit each other.

Magic spells kept being cast from inside the exchange's doors, causing small explosions outside.

After leaving the exchange, few of the necromancers went home. The fact that Mekansm had wreaked havoc on the exchange was quite a novelty, and they figured they might as well watch. They all huddled outside, finding seats and watching the still-intense battle inside, sighing with awe.

“Look at this Macon, isn’t he a typical scumbag? After being provoked, he killed all the slaves to vent his anger, harming others without benefiting himself. Ha, this kind of person is really…” Hollick was still talking to everyone. He wasn’t very good at communicating with people, but when he was cursing his old rival, he spoke very fluently. “Now he’s even putting up a stubborn resistance.”

A necromancer asked curiously, "How do you know so much about this person?"

“He fought with me before.” Hollick was reluctant to talk about his past defeat at Macon’s hands. To prevent the man from asking any more questions, he rolled his eyes and pointed to the exchange’s doors. “Look! Their fight destroyed the doors. The council certainly won’t let that guy off easily this time.”

Following Hollick's pointing finger, everyone noticed that the door was badly damaged, and the place used to scan souls had become a large, molten hole, apparently struck by some kind of high-temperature magic.

The necromancers sighed repeatedly. This was a very important place, and their magic had even burned the soul scanner here. They wondered if the Three Venerables would be angry when they heard the news.

Meanwhile, Abyss and Sophia were hiding behind the necromancers, exchanging glances and celebrating the success of their operation.

“One of them happened to use a fireball spell, and with a little guidance, I made the fireball hit the soul scanner on the door. Now that place has been completely melted, and there’s no way to prove anything,” Sophia reported happily about her success.

“Absolutely perfect. Your stealth ability is truly astounding. When you moved, even I couldn’t find you for a moment. In the blink of an eye, the soul scanner was in your hands.” Abyss smiled and patted Sophia’s shoulder as a reward. “Now the researchers in Eternal Night City have begun to study the principle of this soul scanner. We should be able to find a way to impersonate a higher-level necromancer in a while.”

Sophia felt a little shy as Abyss patted her shoulder: "Actually... it's nothing really. I just wanted to do the thing you asked me to do perfectly for you..."

“You are a very responsible person,” Abis said approvingly.

Sophia wanted to tell Abyss that it wasn't just about a sense of responsibility, but she couldn't bring herself to say it, even within the shared mind.

The necromancers waited outside for a long time before the battle inside gradually subsided. After a while, the exchange staff escorted out the battered and dying Mekansm and his five apprentices, who were in a semi-conscious state.

"This person has been captured alive. He deliberately damaged council facilities and injured staff, causing significant losses. His punishment will be decided by a vote at the next intermediate meeting. Until then, he will be detained." The exchange's resident mage stepped forward and addressed the necromancers waiting outside for the outcome. Most of the exchange's staff had sustained injuries, but the resident mage had the least, with only a patch of his robe charred black.

"Can we still buy things?" a necromancer asked.

"I'm sorry, the exchange is severely damaged, and all the slaves are dead and their corpses are unusable. We need some time to deal with the problems here. Please go back first. You can leave your contact information, and we will contact you after the exchange is restored."

Macon's arms were being held up, and he was bound by chains that interfered with his magic. He raised his head, his eyes weak, and looked at the others who were looking in his direction. He murmured, "I didn't do it..."

However, no one believes him now. Even if he didn't kill the slaves, fighting in the exchange and blowing it up is no less serious than killing slaves—killing slaves only requires paying compensation, but damaging the council's facilities is not so easy to get away with.

"Shut your mouth! You're not going to be a mid-level councilor anymore. You'll soon be demoted to a peripheral mage, understand? We can kill you if we want to now!"

“Now that I look at Macon, I feel a little sorry for him,” Abyss said, looking at Macon’s bruised and swollen face.

Sophia looked at Macon, showing no pity: "I don't pity him. From the moment he touched your butt, he became my enemy."

“He may be pitiful, but I can’t be bothered to save him.” Abyss shrugged. “Even if he were handed over to me, he would definitely be jailed in Helheim.”

Since they could no longer purchase anything, the necromancers went home. Social interaction was minimal; everyone left separately with their apprentices, no one traveling together. The necromancers of the Council of the Dead rarely shared friendships; each was self-centered—not because necromancy changed their personalities, but because they were like this before learning necromancy. The Council of the Dead could be said to have gathered together the scum of the mage class from across the continent.

Hollick, satisfied, took off with his two apprentices. He turned to Abyss and Sophia and said, "You two did a good job today. You called for help as soon as you saw something was wrong. But why did he kill those slaves? I really don't understand."

"Perhaps seeing you, Master, a defeated opponent, has made him too happy and a little arrogant," Abyss said earnestly.

Hollick nearly fainted: "Do you only feel good when you're angry? I'll hang you up with your intestines one of these days!"

Chapter 283 The Second Encounter with the Unknown Will

After being transferred to Helheim, the slaves calmed down after a brief period of panic, thanks to the reassurance of the residents of the City of Eternal Night.

These slaves were all born in the facilities of the Council of the Dead. They were still clueless about the concept of freedom. When the people in charge of managing these former slaves told them that they would no longer be supervised and beaten by the "shepherds" and that they would no longer have to worry about falling into the hands of those terrible necromancers and could live a free and carefree life, many of them did not quite understand.

The best solution to this lack of understanding is to take these people for a walk around the City of Eternal Night.

The rescued people had been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​being slaves by the Council of the Dead since they could remember, so they were all very obedient. When they were shown around the City of Eternal Night, they thought they had new jobs to do. Everyone was a little frustrated, never expecting that after being rescued from that terrible exchange, they would have to work in another place.

However, when the locals of Eternal Night City gave them a tour and showed them what a free life was like, these former slaves were stunned.

They began to envy the residents of Eternal Night City. When they were told that they too could own a house and a job that wasn't mandatory, and enjoy the same life as the residents of Eternal Night City, everyone was thrilled.

They could have endured the darkness if they had never seen the sun.

Next, regarding the previous issue of these people regarding the Abyss who saved them as a god, since the Abyss had clearly stated that he did not want people to worship him as a god, the people of the Night City took a corresponding countermeasure—they invited a genuine god to give a speech to these people.

Little Jiajia—the former Lord of Bullying—appeared before the slaves with a heroic air. Not being very good at public speaking, He stared at them seriously for nearly five minutes before finally opening His mouth to utter His first words.

"My name is Little Jiajia. I am the god of this world, Helheim. Welcome to our homeland."

Upon hearing the name of God, the former slaves knelt down in worship. Under the rule of the Council of the Dead, they had no concrete impression of God, only a vague understanding that God would save the world and that mortals must worship God upon seeing Him.

Before these former slaves could kneel down, a force lifted their knees, stopping them.

“Do not worship me, nor treat me as a ruler. You must live for yourselves. I am merely an observer. I will observe you quietly, but I will not interfere with you,” Little Jiajia said expressionlessly. “You still have much to learn, but you should never learn how to please the gods.”

The former slaves were confused, but they still stood up. Little Jiajia wasn't very good at educating others, but this speech should soon be understood by the former slaves whose values ​​had been corrected by the educators of Eternal Night City. Everyone in Eternal Night City was optimistic. Although these slaves looked like adults, only their bodies were adults; their minds were still highly malleable children.

……

From the messages relayed by his men, Abyss learned about the resettlement of the slaves he had rescued. The new city was now complete, and those responsible for its construction were finishing touches to make it more beautiful and habitable. Soon, the former slaves would be able to move into their own city and begin learning and becoming familiar with life as free men.

After hearing the report, Abyss lay down on Anita's bed.

Sophia didn't come over to bother him tonight. Firstly, there was no need to put on an act anymore, as Hollik had already pirated all of his books. Secondly, Hollik was in a great mood tonight, so he went to bed early and forbade the two of them from making any more noise. Since that was the case, Abyss was too lazy to cause any more trouble.

Perfect timing! Abyss hasn't been sleeping well these past few days, so he needs a good night's sleep to relieve his fatigue.

Sofia, meanwhile, was engrossed in reading several interesting novels in Spencer's room and didn't need anyone to keep her company.

Abis stretched, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to relax.

As the hustle and bustle of the real world gradually faded away, Abyss could still clearly perceive the sounds and magical fluctuations around him, but his consciousness had deliberately ignored this part of his perception. Unless there was an unexpected situation, he would not be easily awakened.

As Abyss's body gradually relaxed, he felt he "saw" a gray, hazy space.

"No way, another dream? I can't sleep well. Is this the fate of those who embark on the path of rebellion?" Abyss sighed. He knew that tonight he wouldn't be able to enjoy the simple pleasure of a day passing by in the blink of an eye.

This gray space was somewhat different from the starry sky background that Abyss had seen when he met those evil gods. It was as if the surroundings were filled with mist, and this grayness gave people a negative feeling. Just by looking at the colors around him, Abyss felt as if he had become lazy and not interested in anything.

"What's going on?" Abis wondered. As he muttered to himself, he found that his desire to speak was gradually diminishing.

A strange sense of lethargy filled his heart, as if he had experienced countless years of vicissitudes and no longer cared about anything.

"You've come..."

And before that, after provoking that shadow demon, the voice that had inexplicably invaded his mind rang out again.

In the distance stood a short figure. The figure was only about 80 or 90 centimeters tall, holding a short cane, and wearing a strangely styled purplish-red robe, the hem of which trailed on the ground. This figure had its back to the Abyss, seemingly having been waiting for him there all along.

Abyss slowly walked toward the figure. He didn't want to walk quickly because walking was also troublesome for him now, which made him reluctant.

“We have faithfully carried out the task you gave us. When is the next step?” The hoarse female voice came from the short figure in front of him and reached Abyss’s ears.

Abyss didn't speak; he continued walking slowly.

"Did you... ever really care about us?"

The figure didn't expect an answer from Abyss; she was just talking to herself. She seemed to know the answer, but she still wanted to ask.

Abyss walked to the figure and reached out his hand to her.

But at that moment, Abyss noticed that something seemed wrong with his hand.

This hand no longer has fingers; it's a round, slender stick that gleams with a metallic sheen.

Whose hand is this?

Chapter 284 The Mystery of the Evil God

Abyss wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything. He just silently watched the small figure beside him.

The inability to speak did not make Abis uncomfortable; rather, it was as if it were his natural duty not to speak. Everything felt so natural, without a trace of awkwardness.

At that moment, the figure next to Abyss also turned its head.

It wasn't the dwarf or halfling the Abyss was familiar with, but a creature with blue skin, three eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. She stared intently at the Abyss with her three eyes, her gaze revealing a complex mix of emotions: reverence, fear, and confusion…

"Can our civilization continue to exist? We have waited too long..."

"Please tell me... even though I know you can't speak..."

"You've come, but why have you come? Are you still you?"

Abyss didn't know how to answer these questions, but he remembered the origin of the creature in front of him.

She is a native of that desolate world. Years ago, when he went to the desolate world to rescue Rebecca, who had died there, he had dug up a grave there, and the corpse he found inside looked just like this. This person is clearly from the desolate world, and judging from her clothing, which is a deep purple-red color that signifies status in the desolate world, it also indicates that she has an unusual identity.

Who is she asking? Is it the Abyss? Or the character the Abyss is currently portraying...?

Lord of Death and Silence?

Yes, this is the one the Abyss once discovered in the Dead World.

Abyss was puzzled as to why he was having a one-sided "conversation" in his dream, from the perspective of an evil god he had never met before, with a resident of another world he had never encountered. Was this some kind of omen? Was it some message being sent to him by that evil god hiding somewhere, or...?

Abyss himself is this evil god?

“We will continue to wait…” the figure turned its head back and said softly, “We will wait for an opportunity to revive our civilization, or… to face destruction.”

The dream ended there, and Abyss's thoughts sank back down; this time, he truly entered sleep.