Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 164: In God’s Name
The assault on the undead dragon was about to begin, and Teest was still absent.
Lynn was almost getting used to this—without Nol, Teest was like a gust of wind, not expected to stay by their side for long. When she brought back the serpentman who claimed to be Lilith, as expected, only Painter was in the tent.
“A prophet from the Priest Serpent Clan? At this time?” Painter raised his eyebrows.
“It’s a bit complicated.” Lynn sighed, explaining the situation as succinctly as possible.
After hearing it, the real “Saint” also showed a hint of confusion. “An innocent being suspected of imprisonment—it is indeed necessary to clarify the situation. But isn’t this too rushed?”
“I’ve considered it. Her strength lies in prophecy, and her own level isn’t high. We can handle it. If Barto has ulterior motives, it could be more troublesome,” Lynn said. “Let’s take her with us for now.”
The serpentman girl timidly hid behind Lynn, glancing at Painter with her four eyes, a flash of white light circling her pupils. Painter unconsciously frowned, examining the serpentman for a while. “I can set up a Holy Light Prison. During the battle, let’s temporarily keep her here.”
“No!” Lilith screamed sharply. “I don’t want to be locked up again. Please, take me with you. I’m a prophet. I can serve you—didn’t this sister just say, my abilities pose no threat to you?”
Lynn and Painter exchanged glances.
It sounded reasonable, yet suspicious. The reality was, if they left her behind forcefully, they wouldn’t learn more. Normally it might be okay, but in this event full of unknowns, this girl might become a clue, or with some luck, a key.
“You can follow, but I will cast a Holy Light Lock on you.” Painter said softly, “Your hands will be locked, and you won’t be able to cast spells. If you harbor ill intentions towards us, it will immediately bind you completely. Sorry, child, we have our concerns.”
“No problem!” Lilith puffed out her chest, full of reassurance. “Ah… wait.”
She snapped her fingers, and a mist seemed to envelop her, making her indistinct. When the mist dissipated, only a small snake, about the length of a forearm, remained. The small snake’s head bore two devil-like horns, and its four yellow eyes gleamed.
It flicked its tongue, shaking its head. “Now you can put the Holy Light Lock on me. This form is less threatening, right?”
After being locked by magic, Lilith climbed up Lynn’s arm and into her sleeve.
Lynn wasn’t very worried—she evolved from a puppet witch, and her original form was inanimate. Even if Lilith bit her, it would only break a few teeth.
“Let’s go.” She picked up Nol’s staff. “I guess that one won’t come back just to fetch us.”
She was right.
When the Amazon troops appeared on the battlefield, Teest was already there.
In the distance, the monsters and the undead dragon seemed to freeze. The undead dragon lay quietly with the monster’s hand on its nose, like a bizarre and benevolent statue.
A fog spread around the monster, obscuring its true form from everyone. But the outline reflected in the mist was terrifying enough; the pressure felt like a razor blade scraping across one’s nerves.
…Is that Nol? Lynn gasped.
She knew Nol’s situation was complicated, but becoming this kind of monster? Why? No matter how you looked at it, that thing didn’t resemble a variant of a Dracolich, but something… something entirely new.
According to the dragon, Nol bore a knowledge seal.
But as the creator of “Tahe”, Nol possessed all the knowledge of the Tahe continent. His past had traces to follow, and his present was flawless, so what exactly was the “knowledge” sealed in his mind? Lynn couldn’t understand at all.
A kind of terrifying intuition made her reluctant to investigate further.
Lilith coiled around her wrist, tightening her constriction.
Dorothy herself stepped forward to command. In the shadows, she took a deep breath. “I’ll repeat once more—magic team, control your casting time, physical team, get ready to throw. Aim at the undead dragon. Do not attack the thing beside it. Retreat immediately if something goes wrong. Don’t be greedy.”
“The rest, flexibly support Drake’s team. Prioritize the lives of the team members. Prepare the short-distance teleportation items. Don’t hesitate. This is not the time to spare your items.”
Everyone silently responded, nodding like waves.
Lynn couldn’t help but look at Teest’s silhouette. This man hadn’t communicated with them before the battle—she guessed their strength was insufficient to partake in that plan—she was uncertain about Teest’s intentions.
This pair, hmm, each more mysterious than the other.
However, being hammered by reality over the years, Lynn was adept at dealing with “colleagues who don’t talk.” No matter, since they didn’t mind bearing the consequences of bringing her along, she would act according to her own thoughts.
Lynn’s fingertips lit up with a dim light again. Her two magic puppets, “Tom” and “Jerry”, twitched, and their movements suddenly became more agile than real people.
The undead dragon was Nol’s creation, so she would stand on Nol’s side. Regardless of Teest’s intentions, she wouldn’t just watch the dragon die.
“Charge—!” Dorothy commanded softly.
At the same time, Lynn heard Teest’s low chuckle.
“Respond, honey.” He stood still, murmuring almost inaudibly.
Lynn was about to act, then realized there was no need—countless heavy spells exploded in front of the undead dragon, completely dissolved by a thick magical barrier.
Within the barrier, the undead dragon curiously raised its head, its fleshless face showing a subtle curiosity like, “What are you guys doing?”
The outcome of physical attacks was even more desperate. The closer the spears and arrows got to the undead dragon, the slower they flew, eventually stopping mid-air and then clattering to the ground. After two waves of full-strength initial attacks, not even the tips of the undead dragon’s claws were scratched.
“So gentle.” Teest whispered, “I knew it would be like this.”
He casually beckoned with his finger.
The earth surged, and countless skeletons emerged from the ground, picking up the weapons that fell on the battlefield, turning towards Amazon’s side. Their decayed throats made hissing sounds, and their dark eye sockets were devoid of fire.
They were adorned with rotten armor and decayed clothes. Saddles hung on horse ribs, and hand axes were stuck to their spines… Among them, there were even a lot of fresh corpses. Although they looked more like clumps of meat sauce, Lynn still recognized the Eternal Church’s holy symbol among them.
The scent of death drifted across the battlefield.
This was Teest’s doing, Lynn was very certain.
After becoming the Supreme Domination Witch, she was very sensitive to all kinds of dominion magic.
In her memory, Nol only summoned pure undead monsters, while these in front… She couldn’t say for sure. They seemed like corpses being forcefully controlled—thoroughly dead things—but also carried a hint of the Mad Monk’s unique magical fluctuations.
The Mad Monk stood at the front line, his long sword pointing forward, his minions facing the “companions” at their backs.
…What a sinful commander.
“The first counterattack!” As expected, Dorothy misunderstood. “Destroy these monsters!”
After the initial attacks were thwarted, Amazon’s morale wasn’t high. However, their formation was very efficient. With Dorothy’s words barely falling for two seconds, magical radiance turned towards the approaching army of corpses.
But these were different from the undead monsters they had encountered before.
Destroying a skeleton’s head, the remnants would stand up again with scorched marks. Exploding the skeletal horses into pieces, the pieces would just move towards the people like a swarm of insects. The monster’s vicinity became a thorough no-life zone, with various forms of death dancing within.
The monster’s silhouette slightly lifted its head, as if focusing intently on enjoying all this.
In the midst of this magical bombardment, Teest charged towards Nol, his long sword “Betrayer” wrapped in pure platinum firelight, and his eyes seemed to be burning. The corpses that touched the long sword ignited, falling down, never to crawl around in their incomplete forms again.
Golden hair fluttered, while the blade blazed like the sun. If Lynn didn’t know the truth, even she would believe there was only a hero, as handsome as a god, before her.
Such a good performance.
Lynn raised her hand, casting several grand spells for visual effect. Painter also did his duty, bombarding with holy spells, with equal showmanship.
Nol’s protective barrier buzzed, and the fight seemed intense. But they all knew it would be okay.
With the players’ firepower suppression, the army of corpses soon turned to dust. Even so, they didn’t disperse but clawed near the protective barrier, forming a gray-white “living” fog.
The scene was grand, but it couldn’t end this way.
The quest didn’t give a deadline. As long as Nol and the undead dragon weren’t “subdued,” the Players would be stuck here. A rough quest design. The designer didn’t care about “bottlenecks”—it obviously preferred Players to collapse, only wanting the war itself.
Lynn glanced at Teest from the corner of her eye.
The atmosphere is about right. What do you plan to do?
On her wrist, the cold Lilith tightened again.
Drake stopped.
The tip of his flaming sword lowered, and his hair was lifted up by the mist containing ashes, leaving several bloody marks on his cheeks.
In the wind, he gracefully raised the sword tip.
Dorothy sharply sensed something was off, raising a palm to signal a ceasefire.
“Unfortunately, this isn’t an enemy that can be dealt with from a distance.”
Drake’s voice was firm and clear. “The Demon King loves sacrifices. It seems someone must step forward, Miss Dorothy.”
‘So keeping distance doesn’t work? Players ultimately have to face death.’ Dorothy thought calmly.
“I’ll be the first to step forward and break through this detestable barrier for everyone,” Drake said. “Please direct your team to focus on healing me. Thank you.”
“If it doesn’t work out, retreat first.” Dorothy clenched her teeth. “You don’t need to make such a sacrifice. We can try a few more times—”
“Don’t worry. I won’t die, nor will I suffer irreparable consequences.”
Drake flashed an… overly sweet smile. “He’s watching over me. How could I possibly die?”
“……” Dorothy was silent for a few seconds. “All healing professions, focus on healing formation!”
“And you.” Teest turned to Painter, mouthing, “Playtime is over, Pope.”
Painter narrowed his eyes, ultimately nodding.
“Drake.” Lynn couldn’t help but speak out.
“Don’t worry, miss.” Teest turned his head, leaving the back of his head expressionless to everyone. “We all know, to break the Demon King’s defense, only the power of God can do it.”
We know quite a few gods, but which one are you referring to? That was what Lynn really wanted to ask.
At the same time, she had a bad feeling. On her wrist, Lilith moved restlessly. Lynn glanced over the battlefield and, as expected, spotted Barto in the most securely defended area.
That bad feeling intensified.
“Drake—”
Before she could finish, Teest’s sword tip emitted a blinding light. The ground shook, and dark clouds quickly covered the sky. A terrifying power spread out, nearly knocking several lower-level fighters off their feet.
The ashy mist seemed to sense something, violently churning.
“Here, I summon my Lord, the Subordination God Perradat.”
Teest’s voice was clear and loud. “Please grant me the power to resist fate.”
…What?
Lynn’s heart skipped a beat while Lilith froze on her wrist.
This was definitely made up on the spot! They had just learned the name of Loser. Perradat was miserably hiding in some dark corner, unable to grant even a ball of yarn.
What the hell is going through the Mad Monk’s mind…
“Here, I summon my Lord, the Subordination God Perradat.”
Unfortunately, Teest repeated it. “Break free from your chains.”
Bloodstains began to appear on his body, a curse madly corroding his flesh. Under the top players’ healing spells, those bloody wounds opened, healed, then opened again, like a blood-red flower about to bloom.
This time, even Painter’s composed expression faltered. In the midst of the storm, he widened his eyes at Teest.
“Here, I summon my Lord, the Subordination God Perradat.”
Ignoring the bloody mess on his body, Teest cheerfully repeated for the third time.
“…Please come to my side.”
Above and behind Teest, the air made a terrifying, booming sound. Numerous bizarre curse chains emerged from the void, twisting and struggling, snapping one by one, turning into shadows.
As the curse chains diminished, the silhouette in the air became more solid.
The gray-white, ashy mist flew over, wrapping around the figure. Its outline resembled a huge… uh, girl’s “head” topped with a white veil. The veil was decorated with lush vines and flowers, and her hands were gently hanging down.
Lynn internally cursed in standard Chinese.
She didn’t know if Painter could recognize it, but as a Supreme Domination Witch, she would never misjudge—this wasn’t any blood sacrifice to please a god. Teest was dominating the thing behind him!
Teest was dominating the remnants of Perradat.
What the hell is going on?
Lynn had never thought so quickly in her life—
Right, Star Stealer Sol forcibly intervened in the system, modifying the quest. Focusing its energy on suppressing the system would inevitably weaken its control elsewhere, making the remnants of Perradat easier to manipulate.
It’s not that there was an oversight in Star Stealer Sol’s plan—simply breaking free the shackles of Perradat’s remnants actually had no meaning. Just bringing this dangerous thing out of the Dragon’s Lair would require figuring out how to deal with the entire dragon race.
The problem was, this was Teest.
Possessing the [King of Eternal Sleep], capable of granting the concept of death and then controlling it, Teest.
The headless girl they encountered initially had the ability to teleport. The Dragon’s Lair wasn’t far from here. Teest just needed to withstand Star Stealer Sol’s curse chains, dominate the remnants, and command it to come out on its own.
Aside from the over-the-top crazy angle, the plan was actually quite feasible.
After all this, Teest never intended to complete the quest; he aimed to overturn the tables at the level of gods!
Perradat’s remnants were one of the heavyweight artifacts left in the world by Star Stealer Sol. Should this thing show any tendency of being abducted, Star Stealer Sol would definitely not just watch quietly.
Teest responded to Star Stealer Sol’s cruel opening move, but in a way that was even more… forceful and brutal.
“Praise my God.”
The smile on Teest’s face grew bigger, radiant to the point of not resembling “Drake” at all.
Behind him, the figure of the girl slowly opened her arms, emitting an even more terrifying aura. Teest’s power, combined with the power of Perradat’s remnants, caused Nol’s protective barrier to gradually crack.
Inside the barrier, Nol sat quietly, his face without features always facing Teest.
Behind Teest, the power of Perradat became increasingly tumultuous and dangerous. Dorothy hurriedly led the team to retreat by a dozen meters. In this bizarre atmosphere, she actually gained a bit of reassurance.
That such a monster was an ally and not an enemy was indeed a relief.
“Continue healing!” Under the oppressive force that felt like it could crush people into meat paste, she ordered hoarsely, “Assault the barrier. The target remains the same!”
Within the Player camp, magical lights lit up again. The light wasn’t as splendid as before, but it was several times fiercer.
Crack, crack. The magical barrier gradually peeled off, turning into scattered light.
The monster didn’t struggle or resist. Even though it had no eyes, a kind of gentle gaze seemed to brush over like feathers.
Choose, following the direction of the sword tip. Teest looked up at the sky, full of malice.
He would never harm Nol, but Star Stealer Sol didn’t know about their relationship. What’s more delightful was that, protected by “God’s Forsaken”, Star Stealer Sol never paid attention to him. It was too busy targeting the Demon King, unaware of him, a hidden opponent.
The only one capable of stealing the remnants of a False God was another False God.
If he really made a move to kill Nol, taking away Perradat’s remnants… in the eyes of Star Stealer Sol, he would be an extremely threatening, completely unknown target.
I know you’re watching, Star Stealer Sol. Do you dare to gamble with your own safety?
Come out.
Within five seconds, a familiar quest pop-up appeared in front of Teest.
[Significant Changes to Area Environment.]
[Necromancer’s Curse [Hell Mode] forcibly terminated.]
[You have triggered a time-limited area quest: Divine Revelation.]
[Quest Completion Condition: Listen to the words of God together with the hero Drake.]
[Quest Reward: Issued by the hero Drake.]
[※Quest Introduction: Brave warriors, congratulations to you all. The special event of the hero Drake has been triggered ahead of schedule. The main storyline “Divine Revelation” has begun, and all current area quests are terminated.]
[※Area restrictions will be lifted after the mission ends.]
Teest hid his mocking smile.
He knew it would be like this—once he took to the stage, Star Stealer Sol would definitely spare Nol to “balance.”
The game now truly begins.
The author has something to say:
Nol: My Teest being a desktop cleanup master is pretty normal, right?
Teest: Laughing to death. Who wants to play by your rules? Come out (reaching for the trash can)
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