The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1183 - 353: "Green Teeth" Hecajelin (Part 4)

Before she could finish speaking, the last trace of clarity belonging to a human in her eyes was completely devoured by madness, and a green light blossomed from her murky pupils.

She spread her arms as if to embrace the entire forest shrouded in night.

The ghost fire on dozens of undead bodies around her dimmed simultaneously, and streams of pure dark energy transformed into black currents, pouring into their bodies.

A storm raged in the forest!

The entire silent night seemed to come alive!

Unlike the four fearful young adventurers, Luo Yan stood calmly in the team, assessing the increasing negative energy.

Chaos, impurities, and instability together built her casting system. Although it appeared rough, its strength had already reached the "Fine Steel Level."

In this forest thick with undead aura, coupled with the home ground advantage and the cover of night, she even had the confidence to challenge a Silver Level opponent.

If he relied only on his "Black Iron Level" abilities, he might not be able to end the battle quickly, and those young people would be in danger.

"Do you feel it? This is the power of your senior sister! Hahaha!"

Hecajelin revelled in the power within her, letting out a cruel shriek.

She raised her hands, and three skeletal warriors, far larger than ordinary undead and pieced together from giant bear and magic wolf bones, emerged from the earth behind her, stepping forward one by one, driving the four young adventurers into despair.

"Kill them!" She cruelly ordered with a wave of her finger, "Tear their flesh and offer their souls to me! I want their souls!"

"Roar—!!"

With her mad command, all the undead moved.

They let out earth-shaking roars, like a wave of black rushing towards the center of the encirclement, launching an all-out assault on the seven individuals.

Finic and the others posed as if ready for a desperate fight, their faces filled with solemn heroism.

In this tense and critical moment, Luo Yan suddenly spoke, quietly uttering a name.

"Sarah."

An icy glint flashed in the amber vertical pupils, and Sarah, who had remained motionless, moved in an instant.

She had long wanted to take action.

Not out of sympathy for humans, but because that arrogant being dared to speak to the Demon King from a position higher than the Demon King!

"Gwah—!"

A short, squeezed-out scream sounded.

Taufu, who was held in Sarah's arms, had no time to react before being swiftly thrown, headfirst into a thick snowdrift beside them.

A short, helpless tail wiggled outside, as the clumsy dragon tried to wiggle out of the snow, but its belly was too round and its body too cold.

On the other side, Sarah's figure completely disappeared.

She transformed into a black line almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, like merging into the night itself, silently crossing the chaotic battlefield.

Those undead, moving in slow motion in her eyes, waving their claws, couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

No flashy moves, no loud sounds, only a faint, nearly inaudible hiss as a blade cut through the air.

When Finic and the others blinked again, the lady cloaked in a cape had already returned to Mr. Colin's side, her expression and posture no different from before taking action, even casually pulling the wiggling tail out of the snow and holding it in her arms, as if she had never made a move.

They didn't even see whether she had drawn a weapon!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

On a distant rock, Hecajelin's face, twisted with madness, still maintained her casting posture, yet the green light in her eyes had stalled.

Soon after, a thin, almost invisible line of blood slowly emerged from her pale neck, drawing a subtle period on her madness.

"Huh... huh aaah—!"

The madness on Hecajelin's face was finally replaced by excruciating pain and incredulous fear.

She tried to clutch her neck, but grasped nothing.

Ultimately, that struggling sound turned into a shrill scream, drowned in the arterial gush of blood.

That light body silently fell from the rock, landing heavily in the three-foot-thick snow, life extinguished.

If she had already transformed into a Witch Demon, they might have had to kill her again.

But Luo Yan watched her for a long time without seeing her get back up; instead, Youyou whispered into his ear, saying she saw her soul.

"... Truly terrifying, she had sixteen arms and thirty legs. Compared to your Alakdo, she looked even more handsome."

Luo Yan nodded slightly.

Though he couldn't see it, he could imagine what a hideous sight it was.

"She used the Witch Demon's promotion path, but unfortunately, there was no one to guide her, and turning back was impossible."

Whether it was offering loyalty to Saint Sis or the Demon God, both were paths silently sanctioned by the public, or one might say "system-approved" methods.

The Witch Demon's method, however, was different, more like exploiting a loophole in the rules, sewing another independent soul onto their own.

If the soul was obtained from the battlefield, the side effects, though present, would be relatively minor.

After all, war is part of human civilization; whether the killer or the killed, both are within the "established rules," prepared to become the ghost under the other's blade.

But murder is different.

She inherited the soul of the murdered, as well as the murdered's resentment and unwillingness. Being consumed by backlash was almost certain.

Indeed, from the moment she cut her own soul and sewed another's will onto it, she was already dead...

"Was it knowledge gained from the Void Realm? Or perhaps... Chaos?" Luo Yan pondered as he watched the black energy dissipate in the wind, involuntarily recalling a mischievous acquaintance... or perhaps a familiar divine entity.

As for Youyou, she let out a soft sigh, quietly muttering, pitying the lost mortal.

"Poor child..."

No one came for her.

In the end, that monster exiled herself into the dark forest, in another world visible only to the divine beings.

Having long forsaken Saint Sis, she would obviously not be accepted by Heaven, nor had she ever sworn loyalty to Hell, so she wouldn't be reincarnated under the Demon God's thrall.

He wanted to lend her a hand, but she couldn't see Him at all...

With the spellcaster's death, the negative energy sustaining all the undead instantly collapsed.

The charging black wave came to an abrupt halt, all undead's ghost fire simultaneously extinguished, then they crumbled into a lifeless pile of bones and dust with a "clatter".

The chaotic battlefield returned to dead silence within three seconds, leaving only the crackling of burning torches and the whimper of the cold wind passing through the treetops, proving that time was still flowing.

Finic and the others stood frozen in place, forgetting to breathe, even forgetting fear, looking at the corpse lying in the snow, then slowly turning to the esteemed Mr. Colin and his guard, and the indignant, teeth-baring dragon hatchling.

They were saved, no doubt about that.

And Mr. Colin, in their eyes, seemed ever more unfathomable...