novelraw Chapter 189: Ophelia’s New Sergeant, Vargus
Chapter 189: Ophelia’s New Sergeant, Vargus
The dust and chaos of the battlefield began to settle, creating an eerie calm in the forest. Ophelia, with a spring in her step, approached the fallen body of the werewolf leader, her eyes bright with anticipation. The lifeless form of the once-formidable opponent lay sprawled on the ground, a testament to the fierce battle that had just transpired.
"Let’s hope this one is a High-Quality Corpse for me to summon as a sergeant," Ophelia mused aloud, her voice brimming with excitement. She crouched beside the body, her fingers hovering over the werewolf leader’s fur. Her face was alight with curiosity and a hint of mischief, typical of her playful yet villainous nature.
As she gently touched the corpse, examining it, a holographic screen suddenly materialized in front of her. The screen flickered into existence, casting a soft glow on her face, highlighting her eager expression.
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[A High-Quality Corpse Detected]
[Which type of summon do you want to use?]
[General] [Sergeant] [Soldier]
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Ophelia’s eyes widened with delight as she read the information displayed on the screen. Her fingers danced in the air as she interacted with the holographic interface, her movements fluid and graceful.
"A High-Quality Corpse, just as I hoped!" she exclaimed, turning to Blackie, who stood watchfully by her side. Blackie’s tail wagged slightly, sharing in Ophelia’s triumph. His eyes, always alert and watchful, reflected a sense of pride in their accomplishment.
Ophelia looked back at the screen, her face reflecting the thrill of her discovery. "This is perfect, isn’t it, Blackie? We’ve finally found what we were looking for!" Her voice was filled with enthusiasm as she selected the ’Sergeant’ option, eager to proceed with her summoning.
The screen responded to her touch, processing her choice. Ophelia’s anticipation grew, her eyes never leaving the holographic display, awaiting the transformation that was about to occur. With this High-Quality Corpse, her army would become even stronger, a thought that brought a sly smile to her face.
After selecting the ’Sergeant’ option, Ophelia watched with eager anticipation as black mana began to swirl around the lifeless form of the werewolf leader. The dark energy enveloped the corpse, gradually forming a cocoon that shimmered with a mysterious aura. The sight was both mesmerizing and ominous.
Ophelia, her eyes fixed on the transforming corpse, began to speculate about the potential abilities of her soon-to-be sergeant. "I wonder what kind of powers he’ll have," she mused aloud, her voice filled with curiosity and excitement. "With his strength as a werewolf leader, he could be a formidable ally."
Blackie stood beside her, his gaze also on the cocoon. He let out a low woof, as if agreeing with Ophelia’s assessment. The bond between them was evident in their synchronized attention to the unfolding event.
As the cocoon continued to pulsate with dark energy, Ophelia paced around it, her steps light and almost dance-like. "This is going to be amazing, Blackie! A werewolf sergeant under my command. Just think of the possibilities!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.
Blackie responded with another woof, his tail wagging slightly, a sign of his shared excitement. Despite his fierce appearance, there was a sense of playfulness in his demeanor, mirroring Ophelia’s own.
The transformation process seemed to take an eternity, heightening the suspense. Ophelia’s eyes sparkled with impatience and wonder. "Come on, come on," she whispered to herself, almost willing the process to hasten.
Finally, after an agonizing wait, the cocoon encasing the werewolf leader began to crack. Small fissures spread across its surface like spiderwebs, emitting faint glimmers of light that danced in the dim forest. Ophelia leaned in closer, her eyes wide with anticipation, her breath caught in the suspense of the moment.
With a dramatic burst, the cocoon shattered into countless fragments, revealing the transformed figure within. The werewolf leader, now reborn, stood before Ophelia. His fur had taken on a darker, more lustrous sheen, absorbing the scant moonlight.
His eyes, glowing with an intense, unnatural light, scanned his new environment. He was noticeably larger, his presence more imposing, his aura brimming with a fierce and raw ferocity.
For a moment, he appeared disoriented, his gaze wandering as he acclimated to his new form. Then, his eyes locked onto Ophelia, a mixture of confusion and realization flickering in their depths.
Vargus, coming to terms with his transformation, slowly knelt before Ophelia. "Please give me a name," he requested, his voice echoing with a deep, resonant timbre that seemed to vibrate through the air.
A thrill of excitement surged through Ophelia. Her face broke into an ecstatic grin. "Welcome, Sergeant Vargus," she announced, her voice playful yet filled with a sense of triumph. She couldn’t help but clap her hands in delight, thrilled by the success of the transformation and the addition to her ranks.
Vargus rose to his feet, his movements fluid and powerful. He nodded solemnly, acknowledging his new identity and the path that lay before him.
Curious about his recollections, Ophelia leaned in, her expression one of intrigued amusement. "Do you remember your past life, Vargus?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
He nodded, a flicker of memories passing across his face. "I remember," Vargus replied. "But from the moment I was revived, I knew my allegiance was to you, Ophelia, my new master."
Ophelia’s grin widened further, revealing a row of perfect teeth. "And how do you feel about that?" she prodded playfully, eager to delve deeper into his psyche.
Vargus’s expression remained calm, accepting his fate with a serene dignity. "There is no hatred," he responded. "Upon revival, I understood that under your command, and that of Master Zorvax, I could grow stronger than ever before."
Ophelia nodded approvingly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "That’s the spirit, Vargus! With your strength and commitment, we’re destined for greatness," she declared, her voice brimming with confidence.
Feeling satisfied with her new sergeant, Ophelia turned her attention to the remaining werewolf corpses. "Now, let’s choose the remaining one hundred mid-quality corpses of werewolves to become Vargus’s soldiers," she mused, already planning her next move.
Vargus stood by her side, ready to assist in the selection process. His new identity as Sergeant Vargus brought with it a sense of purpose and power. He was no longer just a werewolf leader; he was now a formidable sergeant in Ophelia’s undead army.
As Ophelia began to sift through the werewolf corpses, selecting those suitable for transformation, Vargus watched attentively, eager to see who his new soldiers would be. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation and dark energy, as Ophelia and Vargus worked together to build a stronger, more fearsome army.
Blackie, observing from a short distance, let out a soft woof, signaling his approval of the new addition to their ranks. His loyalty to Ophelia was unwavering, and he seemed ready to accept and support Vargus as part of their team.