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

"What is it?"

“I was prepared to fall into your trap before I came here. That’s natural. I couldn’t have come here unprepared. That wouldn’t be brave, it would be foolish.”

Abis said, “Before I came in, I set up a magic circle outside—you probably can’t sense it because my magic circle has the same level of concealment as yours. And this magic circle has two functions: first, it can neutralize the magic circle inside this cave; second, it can be taken over by me.”

This was completely unexpected by Haines's medical practice.

He never imagined that the Abyss was so powerful.

It's worth noting that this ambush on Abyss was a joint effort between him and the chief array master, yet Abyss still proved to be a cut above the rest. Furthermore, the familiar beside him displayed a strength he hadn't anticipated.

“Now your trap is mine, and it’s naturally aimed at you, my enemy.” Abyss shrugged. “Alright, that’s all I have to say. Do you have any last words? None of your four remaining souls can escape.”

"Heh...you win." Haines' remaining four clones nodded resignedly, acknowledging their defeat.

This might seem strange—that someone so strong would give up so easily—but it wasn't unexpected for Abyss. Haines was a master among masters, his assessment of the situation was incredibly accurate; he now knew he couldn't escape.

Abyss was also an expert in the study of the soul, and it was virtually impossible for Haynes to forcibly separate his soul and send it away now.

The only thing waiting for Haines is that once his magic is completely absorbed, he will be unable to maintain this special soul transfer magic and will have his four souls captured by the Abyss.

The bone spurs on the ground were still breaking apart one by one; they had already stopped emitting any energy and had become useless decorations.

The chief array master's magic array is quite powerful. Now, the magic power of Haines, who was "accidentally" injured by it, evaporates rapidly, just like water poured on a hot stove.

Suddenly, with a speed that no ordinary person could react to, Haines decisively slapped his forehead.

The Abyss reacted extremely quickly, immediately unleashing a spell to stop Haynes from using his skill. However, Haynes's strike was imbued with divine power, and the Abyss did not directly stop the release of his magic; it merely tore apart his arm and destroyed his magical core—but it was too late.

*Snap!* *Sizzle!*

In an instant, Haines erased all memories from his four souls. The four bodies collapsed to the ground, and the souls drifted out, only to be taken away by the Abyss.

This was Haines' last gamble, using all the magic and divine power he had left. He erased all the memories from his soul, so that even if the Abyss captured his soul, it wouldn't get much useful information.

“He was quite decisive.” Abyss shook his head. “If the chief array master’s array had been any stronger, it could have drained his magic power instantly, and he might not have had a chance. Just now, he used all his power to erase his memories, and I couldn’t stop him.”

Looking at the four corpses lying on the ground, Flora breathed a sigh of relief.

The operation was finally a success. Although the three Venerables had set up an ambush here, Abyss was still one step ahead and made preparations in advance, reversing the situation.

Although they did not obtain Haines's soul with its memories this time, the Abyss witnessed the power of the Three Venerables and figured out some of Haines's abilities.

“Not bad. I didn’t expect to achieve everything in one go this time. At least I got my hands on Haines’s soul, so I can start studying the principles of his soul clones.” Abyss nodded. “Alright, now all that’s left is this magic bomb.”

"Then... where is the Lord of Delusion?" Flora was still a little nervous.

When she first came in, she thought she would encounter the Lord of Delusion, but the evil god has not shown up yet.

“He’s not here. I just received a reply from Sophia.” Abis shook his head. “I don’t intend to destroy this magical bomb either.”

"Huh?" Flora paused for a moment, then understood. "You mean... we should implement the second plan?"

Chapter 336 Hollik Becomes a Puppet

Abyss walked over to the magic bomb and gently tapped it.

"It's impossible to destroy this magical bomb with magic."

Flora followed Abyss to the bomb, looking curiously at the huge sphere.

“The power contained in this thing is mostly divine power, not the magical power injected by the three venerable ones, so using magic will only result in it absorbing the power,” Abyss continued. “Therefore, I can only destroy it by using a sufficient amount of divine power to attack it.”

“Shouldn’t we have enough divine power?” Flora tilted her head.

"Yes, that's right, I have plenty of divine power here."

Abis said.

“I can draw upon the power of the Lord of Fallen at any time, and I can also draw a portion of the power of the Lord of Bullying from Helheim for my own use—the Nine Gods should not stop me, but I do not intend to do so.”

"You didn't explain this during the meeting, so why is that?" Flora didn't quite understand why Abyss gave up on destroying the magic bomb.

Does the Abyss intend to move this thing back to Helheim? But this magical bomb is a very unstable object, and it also contains the power of the Lord of Delusion. If this thing were to be studied, there would probably be many uncertainties. Given the Abyss's personality, he shouldn't be thinking of moving this thing back to his home.

Helheim is still home to a large number of undead, as well as the slaves that the Abyss just freed from the Council of the Dead.

“I won’t tell you now, but you’ll find out in a bit.” Abyss patted Flora’s shoulder expressionlessly. “Let’s wait here for a while. I also need to figure out how to properly handle this so-called magic bomb.”

"Hmm." Flora nodded. Although she had many questions, she still trusted Abyss's judgment.

Now that the magic circle is no longer interfering, Abyss and Flora have successfully connected to Sophia and Agnes's channel.

This operation wasn't something that Abyss and Flora had revealed through enemy intelligence. They didn't believe that the magic bombs could be destroyed easily. Abyss didn't entirely trust the information the four elders had.

Given the Three Venerables' style, they shouldn't have shared so much information with the elders. Besides, even if the elders knew, what use would it be? This seems a bit illogical.

An ordinary person might be delighted to have obtained such important information. If they were also more righteous, they would feel extremely proud that they could save so many mainlanders and would be eager to destroy the magic bomb.

But Abis was no ordinary man; he thought one step further.

While the information the elders possessed was indeed what they knew and without embellishment, were the sources of their information truly reliable?

Therefore, when Abyss held the meeting, he specifically assigned Agnes and Sophia other tasks.

The task given to Agnes is the final step she mentioned in her previous conversation with the Abyss.

Agnes's most important role in this operation to pursue the Lord of Delusion and attack the Council of the Dead was to control the Sacred Tree and provide a large amount of rear support.

However, Agnes's support during the previous rescue of the slaves was not her sole purpose in extending the roots of the sacred tree here.

The sacred tree also has a very important mission: to probe the divine power of the Lord of Delusion.

This was not an easy task for Agnes either; she had been trying to find the characteristics of the Lord of Delusion's power and a way to locate Him.

There hasn't been much progress on this matter, but the Lord of Delusion made a mistake by rushing to transform his puppets in the Council of the Dead, using his transformation power too many times in a short period of time.

Agnes has found a way to track Him.

Using the power of the Sacred Tree, Agnes discovered several locations that might be hiding places of the Lord of Delusions, and these locations were entrusted to Sophia, who was skilled in infiltration, to confirm.

……

"Capture Abyss...I will take my revenge..."

Hollik was wandering around in a daze, and the necromancers who saw him shook their heads helplessly.

Because of the Abyss's intrusion, the necromancers have been in frequent contact lately, and everyone now knows that Horic has become the puppet of the Lord of Delusion.

While possessing the power of the Lord of Delusion is something to be envied, after seeing Hollik's current state, no one is envious anymore.

This guy has completely gone mad; he's nothing more than a pawn that the Lord of Delusion can discard at any time.

Because the Three Venerables had given orders not to hinder the Lord of Delusions's subordinates, the necromancers ignored the guy who was wandering aimlessly—even though he had now wandered into a place he shouldn't have been—a public research institute belonging to a high-ranking councilor.

This place is for senior members of parliament to conduct experiments that are inconvenient to carry out near their own residences.

Members of the Council of the Dead can only use this place after they are promoted to senior councilors. If it is the original Holick, he may be kicked out directly.

“Catch the Abyss…I want revenge…Do you see the Abyss? I’m going to catch him…”

Hollick walked to the door and nervously looked up at the guard standing there.

"I didn't see it. If you're going to do something, hurry up and do it. I don't have time to play with you."

The guards turned away in disgust.

Upon hearing the negative answer, Hollick looked away with his round eyes, muttering to himself as he slowly walked into the research institute.

Several councilors who had just arrived to conduct experiments turned and left upon seeing Hollick's appearance. It wasn't that they disliked the Lord of Delusions, but his subordinates were simply too terrifying; they didn't want their experiments to be ruined by a madman.

There were no slaves left to experiment on while people were alive, and now a madman is causing trouble. How are people supposed to live their lives?

Hollick slowly walked into the research institute, wandering aimlessly like a headless fly.

Despite staring wide-eyed, he still bumped into the wall several times and nearly tripped over some obstacles. If he hadn't been holding a staff, he would probably be bleeding from a head wound by now.

After wandering around the research institute for about ten minutes in a daze, he finally found his way.

He went through a door—a door that led to the warehouse in the research institute where various materials were stored.

The guards at the warehouse initially wanted to stop Hollik, but after seeing the black mud peeking out from under his clothes, they all sighed and gave up the idea.

Upon entering the warehouse, Hollick began wandering among the shelves displaying the items.

He stumbled and fell, but because he was too light, he couldn't knock over the shelf; he only knocked over some buckets and other objects on the ground.

After wandering around the dark warehouse for about ten minutes, something finally caught Hollick's attention.

He turned his wide-eyed gaze toward the object, opened his mouth slightly, and finally stopped muttering; a drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm... Your name is Hollik, right... I remember I transformed you. Mortal, have you come seeking further power?" a voice rang out. "To be driven by hatred to find my existence... it seems we are truly destined to meet."

The source of the sound was none other than a magnificent golden crown.

"You want power? You pathetic maggot?"

Chapter 337 The Lord of Delusion's "Strongest Puppet"

Hollick approached the crown in a daze.

"Yes, come closer, let me take a good look at you." The Lord of Delusion's voice was full of temptation. "I can feel your intense hatred for the Abyss. Your hatred smells like a piece of rotting flesh in a garbage dump. Turn your hatred into power, Hollik..."

Hollik staggered toward the crown, his eyes filled with confusion, resentment, and a deep greed.

The Lord of Delusion possesses an inherent alluring power, which is the basis for mortals making wishes upon Him. How could Hollick, an ordinary mortal, possibly resist such power?

“Yes… I need a puppet that is powerful enough and ruthless enough to the Abyss to deliver a heavy blow to the Abyss, and you should be that person.”

The Lord of Delusion was still beckoning to Hollik, even though Hollik was already walking toward Him.

Hollick's breathing grew heavier and heavier; his throat was hoarse from muttering for the past few days, and his panting sounded like a broken bellows.

"Do you want power? Although you already possess my power, it is not strong enough to defeat the Abyss. You want to capture the Abyss and seek revenge, right? Come to me, mortal, and I will give you power—without expecting anything in return."

Hollik finally approached the crown at this moment, his eyes fixed on it, listening intently to the words of the Lord of Delusions.

“Yes, mortal, now place your hand on this crown, and I can transfer more power to you.”

The Lord of Delusion seemed very happy.