The villain daughter did all kinds of things

The old witch, Granny Ya, also laughed out loud, her voice full of mockery:

"They actually used the word 'surround' on a necromancer? I really don't know what's going on in their brains... They really are excellent material for making zombies and skeletons."

"you……!"

The old man in the kimono who was leading the ambush was furious. He was about to say a few words when he noticed that the bright afternoon had suddenly turned dark, and darkness enveloped everything in an instant.

The surrounding seawater and islands completely disappeared, leaving only a thick black fog. Then, countless small red dots lit up in the fog, and a creaking sound rang out.

The ambushers were terrified. They abandoned their encirclement and immediately huddled together back to back, nervously watching their surroundings.

Soon, the beings in the black mist slowly emerged, causing the hearts of the ambushers to sink to the bottom.

The undead are countless and seemingly endless, including some colossal creatures over a hundred meters tall. They were clearly ancient dragon-level monsters in life, and still retain most of their power after death.

That wasn't all. At the forefront of those undead were more than forty humanoid undead who surrounded the ambushers like an army besieging bandits. They all possessed strong death energy and enormous magical power, and in their previous lives, they should have been powerful third-stage mages, such as Fusion Stage Mages.

"Now you understand who's really surrounded, right? The small fry?"

Seeing the ambushers sweating profusely, Emerald jumped out again, making a mocking face with a particularly shrewish expression.

This time, none of the ambushers mocked Emerald. They were all pale-faced, and the old man in the kimono who led the group gritted his teeth and remained silent, only his hand holding the weapon trembling slightly.

The only woman among the ambushers—the beautiful woman in a kimono with a stunning figure and face—suddenly gave Emery a charming smile and bowed deeply, revealing her sincere gratitude.

“We can actually reconcile, Miss… I am willing to apologize to you on behalf of everyone. It was all our fault just now. Please be merciful and let us go… I can stay and let you do as you please.”

This beautiful woman in a kimono has clearly practiced some kind of bewitching art; her voice is charming and melodious, making people feel pity and unwilling to harm her. People with weak willpower might immediately agree to her request.

However, Emerald only gave a disdainful smile:

"You actually used this trick on me... It seems my reputation has really spread... But have you considered this? After I kill you all, you'll still be at my mercy?"

Many of the ambushers turned completely pale.

"Don't be afraid of them! Fight them!"

Just when the morale of the ambushers had plummeted, someone broke out.

He was the only young-looking man among all the ambushers, and quite handsome. He possessed a masculine charm completely different from Milaine's style, somewhat like the overpowered male protagonist from a light novel on Earth in Amelie's previous life.

I have a strong impression of this person, Emily; she mentioned her in detail when Milaine introduced them before.

The reason why the conservative faction of the three founding families is so determined to fight Milaine to the death is because Milaine wants to marry Amamiya Yuki and steal their privilege. And the young-looking man who suddenly appeared was the husband that the three founding families originally intended to arrange for Amamiya Yuki, but unfortunately Amamiya Yuki didn't like him.

"Masaki-kun, you...?"

The beautiful woman in the kimono who had just tried to seduce Emerald immediately turned back to look at the man, her affectionate gaze clearly indicating that their relationship was not ordinary.

"Don't be afraid, Miki, I will protect you!"

The man called Masaki first offered a reassuring remark to the beautiful woman in the kimono, then made a gesture as if drawing his sword, his eyes fixed intently on the old lich:

"The necromancer's undead army is indeed very strong, but the necromancer himself is the undead army's greatest weakness... As long as the necromancer is defeated, the undead army will collapse on its own."

"Wow, that's right, you're so smart!"

Emerald and the old lich remained amusement, with Emerald even giving Masaki a rather exaggerated round of applause:

"Then come and kill us! Are you going to lead the charge?"

"I will!"

Masaki ignored Emerald's arrogant mockery, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with his right hand. His aura surged to its peak in an instant, then erupted:

"In the name of the Flash Sword Saint, I will surely slay you all! Hah!"

brush!

Masaki is indeed quite skilled; at least his explosive power is very strong. The speed of his sword strike is even greater than Yulia's, almost a true flash.

But Emery was already on guard against him. After all, Masaki Sakurai and Milain were old rivals, and the two had even fought several times in public when they were in Sakura Country. Milain knew a lot about him.

Amelie probably has several ways to deal with a fight, but since she has a powerful ally by her side right now, there's no need for her to exert herself.

The moment Sakurai Masaki drew his sword, she hid behind the old lich and pretended to shout:

"Grandma, save me!"

"...Lazybones."

The old lich grumbled irritably, but still made his move.

It was just a skeletal arm that stretched out its bone claws and grabbed at the air. It was a very slow movement, but it caused Sakurai Masaki and the katana to run into it together.

The powerful sharpness gathered on the katana's blade dissipated instantly, and Sakurai Masaki was pierced through by the bone claw, sending his heart into the hands of the old lich.

The ambushers were all deathly pale. They had no idea what had happened. The beautiful woman in the kimono was even more terrified, her body almost collapsing.

Only Emery probably understood the secret of the old lich's move. It seemed to be a clever application of the philosophical concept that the living will eventually die... Under the influence of the old lich, Sakurai Masaki's attack changed from a desire to live to a desire to die. The stronger his desire to live was when he drew his sword, the more resolute his determination to die became after being affected.

It was precisely because she understood so much that Emery was greatly shocked—this one move made her realize that there was still a huge gap between her and her teacher, and that she would have to be a respectful and obedient disciple in the days to come.

After instantly killing Sakurai Masaki, it was only the beginning of the old lich's schemes.

As a powerful figure who had experienced countless battles, the old lich was naturally very experienced and knew very well how important it was to damage the enemy's morale.

Therefore, the old lich did not immediately pull out the bone hand that had been inserted into Masaki Sakurai's heart, but instead directly poured a large amount of death aura and necromantic magic into it.

Suddenly, Sakurai Masaki, who had been motionless, began to twitch again. His skin quickly dried up and peeled off, and the muscles and blood under his skin mixed together and underwent a strange transformation, turning into a dark red, crystalline lump.

Then, that fairly handsome face split open, turning into a demon-faced monster. Two large bulges quickly appeared on its back, then burst open, and two new arms grew out.

Just like that, the handsome swordsman who was like the male protagonist of a light novel was transformed into an extremely ugly four-armed monster by the old witch Granny Ya in a few breaths.

The old lich then casually tossed the four-armed monster aside. The monster then rolled in mid-air and knelt on one knee. It first bowed to the old lich like a knight pledging allegiance to the queen, and then held four sharp bone katanas in front of the old lich and Amelie, staring intently at its former companions with hostile and hateful eyes.

The morale of the ambushers completely collapsed.

"what!!!"

The kimono-clad beauty was the first to lose her temper, letting out a scream as she charged towards the undead army, seemingly on the verge of giving up.

The remaining ambushers could no longer maintain their original formation. Some mustered their courage and launched a final charge to break through, while others, thinking themselves clever, planned to sacrifice their comrades and sneak away.

Unfortunately, no matter what they did, they couldn't change their fate.

As the old lich's will stirred, half of the more than 40 humanoid undead in the undead legion, all of whom were powerful beings at the third stage in life, were mobilized and launched a coordinated attack to annihilate the ambushers.

These humanoid undead were indeed powerful in life, and retained most of their strength after death. However, since they were undead creatures, they were actually no match for living human powerhouses in a one-on-one fight.

If the ambushers can remain calm and maintain their formation as they did at the beginning, then it might not be easy for just 20 or so humanoid undead warriors to take them down.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." The morale of the ambushers has completely collapsed. After being briefly charged by the undead army, they fought individually, were divided and surrounded, and struggled to fight for a while before the undead army changed their weapons and targeted them. They simply couldn't hold out for long.

In short, when Milain led his fleet cautiously towards the small island, the scenery was still beautiful, with the calls of various seabirds ringing out incessantly, like a fairyland on earth. There was no indication that several powerful figures had just fought to the death here until they perished.

Milion breathed a sigh of relief. He went to check on the cargo ship and found that the old lich's aura had returned, meaning the battle was over and won very easily.

Somewhat curious, Milain wanted to ask Emerald about the situation, but after searching all the places Emerald frequented, she couldn't find her. So she had no choice but to ask Emerald's personal maid.

"The young lady..."

When Milaine asked her question, Marcy's expression was strange, as if she wanted to laugh:

"The young lady has been taken to tutoring by that master. If nothing unexpected happens, she probably won't show up until they reach their destination."

Chapter 247 Emerald's First Elite Undead

After the morale of the ambushers completely collapsed, they were soon turned into fresh corpses when faced with the encirclement and suppression by the undead army.

After dealing with this unexpected wave of enemies, Amelie wanted to go back to her room to continue eating fish fillets from the Clear Crystal Star with Marcy and Flora, but was grabbed by the old lich.

"Grandma...Grandma?"

Seeing the strange smile in the old lich's hollow, bone-filled eyes, Amelie swallowed hard and feigned confusion.

"Speaking of which..."

The old lich's voice sounded nonchalant at first, but a closer listen revealed a clear dissatisfaction:

"Little Ellie, you still don't have an elite undead warrior of your own, do you?"

For ordinary necromancers, an undead whose strength reaches the level of a master mage is definitely considered an elite undead warrior.

But for an existence like the old lich who stands at the pinnacle of the necromancy system, only powerful undead equivalent to fusion-stage mages are qualified to be called elite undead. Undead below that level are all just lowly minions to her.

Amelie understood this, of course, so she didn't bring up the black-veiled female captain, an undead, whose innate magic was a powerful single-target taunt. Instead, she mentioned her dragonbone fighter jet, and even puffed out her chest with a rather proud air:

"So you underestimate me, Grandma! Of course I have elite undead too, like that Dragonbone Fighter you saw last time! I upgraded it again with Shadow Dragon bones and added a lot of the latest magical technology... Ouch!"

Before Amelie could finish speaking, the old lich struck her head hard with his bone finger.

It didn't hurt at all, but Emery still pretended to be in a lot of pain, even trying hard to squeeze out tears to show her distress:

"Why are you yelling at me, Mother-in-law?"

"You cunning little brat are the ones who are being fierce!"

Unfortunately, the old lich's aesthetic sense had long since changed. He had no interest in human beauties and was unmoved by Amelie's affected manner, even glaring at her once more.

"Don't think I don't know. Your so-called Dragonbone Fighter is more like a magical device made from undead bodies than an undead warrior, right? Its performance is indeed at the level of an ancient dragon-level monster, but can it fight independently without your control? No, right? Can this be considered an elite undead?"

"But……"

"No buts!"

The old lich gave Amelie another sharp tap on the head, interrupting her excuses:

"I'm an old man, unlike you, a young man who likes innovation! I believe that elite undead warriors should be undead transformed from humanoid strong beings after death, and not some other random nonsense! Do you have any objections to my statement?"

...Of course I have an opinion! That's an outdated, antiquated idea of ​​yours! Even a necromancer capable of autonomous combat is an elite undead warrior! Isn't my Dragonbone Fighter way cooler than your old-fashioned undead knights?

While silently chanting this in her heart, Emerald nodded repeatedly with a smile on her face:

"No objection, no objection, whatever you say, Mother-in-law... I'm just a lowly necromancer right now, without even an elite undead warrior."

"Hmph, that's more like it~~"

The old lich's voice finally softened, and he began to preach, swaying his head:

"Speaking of which, Ellie, you've already taken down two Fusion stage mages, so why didn't you turn their corpses into your elven undead warriors? You still can't do it, can you? Did you slack off during your training again? Have you finished all the homework I assigned you?"

"Gu..."

Amelie was speechless now, because the old lich was absolutely right; she indeed didn't have the ability to transform the powerful beings of the same level she killed into undead that she could control.

Neither Wayne, who was turned into a zombie, nor Mondorie, who was turned into a vengeful spirit, showed any sign of obeying Emerald. On the contrary, they were extremely hostile towards her and hated her to the core.

Clearly, this shows that Amelie's necromancy skills are not yet sufficient. The old lich just killed Sakurai Masaki, who was his enemy, and turned him into an undead. Sakurai Masaki, who became a four-armed zombie swordsman, had no will to resist and was easily manipulated by the old lich.

"Hmph, here you go."

While Amelie was still pondering the old lich's words, she heard him say something else, followed by something still warm flying out of the old lich's undead realm.

Emerald instinctively caught the object with her magical hand and found it to be soft. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the only woman among the ambushers, the beautiful woman in the kimono.

Of course, the beautiful woman in the kimono was now a corpse. An undead warrior's axe cleaved diagonally from her neck to her heart, splitting her vital organs and almost draining her of all her blood.

"...Mother-in-law, what's wrong?"

Amelie had actually guessed the old lich's intentions and was secretly pleased, but on the surface she still pretended not to understand, acting as if she had gotten a good deal and was being smug.

"Of course I'll tutor you!"

The old lich waved his bony hand:

"I'm about to meet my old friend. As my only successor, how can you not even have a decent elite undead warrior? I can't afford to lose face like that... So for the next few days, stop playing around with the girls around you and obediently follow me to catch up! Forge your first elite undead warrior. I'll teach you properly... Hmm, I know you like beautiful women, that's why I specially saved this corpse for you."

"Okay, Mother-in-law."

Emery immediately and obediently agreed.

As a soul that transmigrated from the Celestial Empire of Earth, Amelie's fear of insufficient firepower was already incurable. Of course, she wouldn't refuse something that could boost her combat strength.

As for putting fish slices on black and white stockings, you can have that done after you've finished your business.

And so, after the battle on the island ended, Emerald only had time to briefly explain what had happened to Marcy before the old lich dragged her into his room for a make-up lesson.

The old lich doted on Amelie, her only disciple, but showed no mercy and was extremely strict during tutoring sessions. If Amelie's progress in her training didn't meet the requirements, she would actually summon corpse claws to grab Amelie into the air and whip her buttocks with a bone whip.

Of course, Amelie didn't want to be taught a lesson like that, so she worked extra hard during her tutoring sessions, putting in the same effort she had when she stayed up all night before her college entrance exam in her previous life to check for and fill in the gaps in her knowledge.

In the battle on the island, the old lich only showed a few tricks, but it made Amelie realize that there was still a big gap between the two sides.

So when she was tutoring, Amelie was not polite at all. She would ask the old lich anything she didn't understand, regardless of whether the knowledge was related to necromancy.