Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“Joshua? Oh, that’s the name of the substitute my father gave birth to. His existence was for my resurrection.”

"He is your brother."

“Brothers? Brothers are very useful.” Galaron narrowed his eyes. “For example, now I can finally understand you, Lyle, a necromancer who is all bark and no bite.”

"Let me reintroduce myself. I am Galaron Loshutar, a former water angel and crusader leader. In the church, I am responsible for baptism and transmission, as well as the correction of heresy."

"Among the four archangels, I am quite skilled in the study of souls."

Lyle's eyes widened. "What do you want to do!" His eyes were dark and lifeless, filled with fear.

Seeing Lyle's panicked state, Galarón strengthened his resolve.

“Lyle the Pure One, I will corrupt your soul and turn you into my true puppet.”

Lyle closed his eyes, as if in a final act of despair.

However, in reality...

Damn it, I finally fooled this madman and corrupted him. This is the funniest joke I've heard since I awakened to my ominous state.

Come, come into my spiritual world, and face the true face of another version of myself.

"No!" A sharp rebuke sent chills down Lyle's spine.

It's Beatrice.

The arrival of the Antichrist instantly plunged this female vampire into fear. Unlike Lyle, she wasn't deliberately targeted by Galaron, but the pressure from the vampire's bloodline level was no less than what Lyle was experiencing.

Galaron's subjugation of Lyle was merely a matter of power.

Galarón oppressed Beatrice, who was a lamb oppressed by God.

She could only kneel on the ground, unable to utter a sound.

But Beatrice eventually broke free from the oppression of her bloodline and vetoed her god.

Beatrice trembled and bowed her head in Galarón's gaze, showing deference and obedience.

Galaron turned around and smiled at Lyle. "Your lover?"

"My sister-in-law."

“There’s no need to deny it. If I wanted to, I could execute her anytime.” Galarón casually stated Lyle’s deepest fears.

"However, I have found a better way. Treating women and children kindly is one of the principles that paladins adhere to."

"Lyle, once I have you under my control, I will use you to destroy everything in Relf's possession."

Galaron stroked Lyle's face, his consciousness sinking into Lyle's mind.

In the darkness, the blood-red sun burst forth with dazzling light.

"It's all fear, what a terrible mental world. Is this boy about to break down? It doesn't matter. Even if you break down, I will rebuild you."

A crimson consciousness roared in Lyle's mind.

"Lyle, have an audience with your angel."

"An audience?" Lyle's voice rang out in the darkness. "I do intend to."

A withered giant rose from the darkness, his blurred face revealing only a strangely clear crescent-shaped smile. His emaciated limbs unleashed waves of terror, and hundreds upon hundreds of screaming, agonizing souls climbed onto Galaron's body.

The Antichrist looked at the giant with fear on his face.

"No! No! No! He is still asleep, you can't be Him, you can't be... Triton..."

The ominous sign grinned sinisterly, devouring this pitiful soul with fear.

Darkness swallowed the blood-red light.

"I am certainly not Triton, but I am still your god, your god of death."

"Die, Galaron! You were tricked by Lyle into coming here. You're such a coward."

Chapter 503 Eldest Daughter

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could finish a breath, his face suddenly contorted, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose. The blood droplets sprayed into the air, turning into a misty cloud of blood.

Lyle was having an internal struggle; to be precise, it was two personalities blaming each other for their own faults.

"He managed to get away with that?! Seriously? Didn't you think you were invincible, a future evil god?! Ominous sign, you let Galaron's soul escape!"

"He has resistance to corruption; he can withstand my contamination! It was just one slip-up. I am another version of you. Think before you curse; don't act like a self-deprecating weakling. Besides, I have already taken his life, and his soul has been severely damaged, weakening him considerably."

Galaron entered Lyr's Land of Souls, sharing a world with the Omen of Terror. In a vast period beyond the concept of time, the Omen relentlessly eroded the Antichrist's soul with fear. But Galaron slipped away, his remaining blood escaping the Land of Terror. That long torment, in the real world, equated to less than thirty seconds.

"Your mistake this time could have cost me my life. The blood of the Antichrist is not something I can fight against. Omen, you're really unreliable!"

Malicious sludge covered the bloodstains on Lyle's face, while Omen watched the ever-forming cloud of blood with a mocking gaze.

"Then you're wrong. As a member of the Bühler family... I've already calculated everything." Tentacles lifted Lyle, who looked like a broken doll, and the writhing tentacles grew behind Lyle, like a lush forest, obscuring his back. "Galron, now only a remnant soul, is still powerful, but no longer untouchably powerful."

"Lyle, I'm not trying to motivate you, don't get so worked up," Ominous said jokingly, throwing cold water on Lyle's enthusiasm.

Galarón's blood had condensed into a human form, exactly the same as before, except that his aura was slightly weaker. This weakness was relative to his previous aura. For Lyle, being hit by a meteorite or a car would have killed him.

"Lyle!!!"

Galaron's roar sent shivers down Lyle's spine, perhaps because the writhing tentacles disrupted his body's stability. Lyle panicked; in Galaron's mind, he might have already taken Ralf's place.

"Die!"

Without a word, a spear of blood shot toward Lyle's head, followed closely by Galaron, whose blood wings transformed into a pair of enormous claws, as if to hold Lyle in their palms.

The tentacles flicked Lyle's head, helping him dodge the spear at the last second. The wildly growing tentacles bit down like a giant mouth. The tentacles were flexible enough, but not tough enough, and were torn into limbs by the bloody hand.

Lyle was completely immobilized, facing off against the enraged Galaron, the darkness in his eyes widening once more.

"Fear descends."

Galaron's humanoid form contorted, a gash appearing on his upper body, splitting from his head to his waist. His damaged spirit was no longer enough to maintain his human form, but the blood-red claws slashed down fiercely. Galaron had completely disregarded his dignity; he focused all his mental energy on killing Lyle. This killing intent surpassed the mental shock of the ominous sign.

"I've done everything I could." The ominous voice echoed in Lyle's mind.

Lyle felt a little helpless as the crimson blood gradually approached.

So, do I need to give my last words now?

“I didn’t speak to you, Lyle.” The ominous voice controlled Lyle’s pale lips, and a clear, soulful voice echoed in the space, like a clear spring.

"Galaron is powerful; you can't handle it, but someone else can."

"Am I right, you crazy woman, my damn disgusting overseer?"

A pale, stone-carved arm emerged from behind the tentacles and rested on Lyle's head.

“I prefer to be called your guardian, dear Ominous.”

A cool and warm sensation traveled along that white arm to my mind; it was a kind of spiritual comfort I had never felt before.

"Lyle, you are mine! Fallen soul, I submit to your death!"

It was a woman's voice, arrogant and unrestrained, making one unable to help but admire her.

Her voice is like a poison to the soul, making consciousness lose itself in her charm.

“Beatrice?” The familiar touch and the feeling of being embraced made Lyle immediately guess who this beautiful body belonged to. However, a deeper feeling, an intuition, told Lyle that the person inside her was someone else, someone familiar yet strange to her.

"Close your eyes, Lyle."

Before the light burst forth, Lyle saw a vision.

Those were delicate and beautiful collarbones, and a white, dragon-like or snake-like thing with glowing eyes was coiled around the woman's neck, flicking its tongue.

She opened her eyes.

Lyle couldn't perceive what it was—a light, an indescribable form of energy, a deadly mental shock, or all three. All Lyle knew was that it was all over.

About ten seconds after the burst of light, Lyle could only get a general idea of ​​what was happening. He dared not sense the magic around him, as if everything around him was "poisonous".

Until you feel touch on your own body, and are held in someone's arms, the peace of your soul is addictive. It is a kind of enjoyment that transcends everything, like floating in warm, sunlit clouds, or merging into a clear stream, flowing into the sea, and sinking into a dark and quiet place.

This comfort is unforgettable.

“I remember this feeling. I was hugged like this a few months ago. You carried me out of the Duke of Naslan’s mausoleum.”

That soft voice carried a sense of self-assurance and perhaps a hint of joy.

“I understand, I always make a very strong impression, but I’m still glad, Lyle, you remember that time.”

Lyle kept his eyes closed, but his head still turned in that direction, following the sound.

"What should I call you, Medusa or Helena?"

“Either is fine, Lyle.” Helena stroked the scar on Lyle’s cheek, a numbness covering the pain. “Helena Naslan is my name after all, but Medusa can be a little secret between us, like a nickname.”

Helena is nothing like the composed and dignified woman she was at Naslan Castle. Naslan, the eldest sister, gives off the same vivacious vibe as Beatrice. I wonder if she was influenced by Beatrice.

"No, this is how I am normally. I keep a low profile at home because there's nothing I can do when I'm inside a stone statue."

Lyle paused for a moment.

“That’s right, my little boy. I can read minds. Helena Naslan is a master of soul studies; I’m skilled at interpreting other people’s thoughts, not to mention your soul is as pure as a blank sheet of paper.” Helena said with a hint of regret, her fingers tracing Lyle’s cheek, a touch as cool as Medusa’s. “If I could, I would seal away this ominous sign forever…”

"Roar!" A soft protest echoed in his soul.

"You've been watching me all along..."

“Of course, you’re the boy my sisters all adore. I love my family very much, so I need to see if you’re worthy of them…” Helena chuckled a few times, half-jokingly saying, “Congratulations, little Lyle, you’ve successfully won the hearts of the Naslan sisters.”

Lyle's initial guess turned into certainty.

"Does that include you too...?"

Helena's laughter was like honey flowing into Lyle's ears, and before Lyle's consciousness sank into this sweetness, Helena gave her an answer.

“Of course, I am Naslan’s eldest daughter.”

"The eldest daughter means the first one."

"I'm always number one."