CHAPTER 41: NECROMANCY. NO—ULTRA NECROMANCY

Risen grudges... they won’t rest until their killer is dead. And the curse only ends if Amaterasu slain.

"Now..." Nora stepped closer, her eyes locking on his. "What’s your name?"

Allen took but one step backwards. ’What should I do? Follow the grudges or stop the curse user? But...’ his mind quickly reminded him how Derrick’s companions as grudges never died and even became more dangerous when cut into smaller parts. ’That’s true... and the sun might not be a flaw this time.’

"They did say you’re dangerous," Nora teased as she closed in on him, her very words sending shivers down Allen’s spine. "What ability did you use on Eric?" she asked, referring to the giant Goblin. "It’s fascinating... and kind of scary."

Allen’s mind pieced together the meaning in her words as sweat crawled down his temple. "How did you know about me?" Allen smirked as he took an unshaken stance.

"Oh, Allen... let’s just say you’re my nemesis, and you’ve been playing the exact movements of my master’s cards." Nora smirked as she halted, a sharp smile cutting across her lips.

"Don’t tell me... Hadas—" Allen murmured in terror as he noticed it: her heavy presence, the darkness within her. She was already touched by his satanic blood.

"Although I don’t have interest in you today... I have a bigger celebration to attend," Nora purred, as if sparing him, but her words troubled him even more.

"What are you planning?" Allen roared, after giving a glance to the goblins who had all bowed prostrate to the ground at the presence of one goblin.

"You can go to your walls of a prison for now—I’m busy," Nora smirked, stressing her hand like she was shaking off flies from leftover food.

Allen turned, both curious and angered, the dangerous vastness of her words burning into his soul like a heated blade.

"You called me your nemesis, right... so it’s either I live or you die!" Allen roared as he charged past the goblins—who seemed to pity him—his hand prepared for a punch aimed directly at Nora.

Surprisingly, it seemed so easy. His hand landed a severe blow on Nora’s shoulder even before she could react.

She wasn’t the type for combat or hand-to-hand fighting, but she sure had her strategies.

She stumbled back as pain shot through her, but that placed even more terror in Allen’s eyes—a direct punch from a Deity-ranked being should have shattered her shoulder completely, yet she stood, barely showing pain.

"It’s a good thing you came. At least you’ve helped me gather the whole clan," she smirked, one hand on her shoulder as she looked around, domination screaming in her attitude.

"What does Hadas plan again? Answer me!" Allen roared, keeping his composure, eyes glinting as if demanding answers.

"Shhh..." Nora silenced him with a finger over her lips. "It’s time."

Then, without warning, she began what she had called the celebration.

Her movement was beyond speed—it was like she was disappearing and appearing, not at random positions, but in front of each goblin. Whichever she passed was left lifeless and bloodied on the ground. Her steps were impossible to follow, and when she was done, her whole clan lay dead to her own claws.

The sight filled Allen with even more terror, leaving him completely lost as to what was going on. But he knew something big was about to unfold... and whatever it was, it would not be calm.

Nora stood tall with blood dripping from her claws, and about five hundred sacks of goblin flesh lay lifeless behind her.

"Ultra Necromancy," she smirked, hand stretched high to the sky, her curves protruding under the moonlight, making her look like a tempting blade under the night moon.

Green light shone, covering the entire circumference of the dead goblins without Allen even knowing when or how it appeared.

Allen stood amidst it all, the green light glowing in all directions as temptation, caution, and curiosity pounded in his heart.

"What—" he whispered as it began.

The dead goblins stirred to life, standing one by one like awakened zombies, their eyes engulfed in darkness.

But they didn’t attack Allen. They moved in obedience, nothing more than puppets to Nora, following behind her as she walked in the opposite direction.

"What’s going on?" Allen kept asking, uncertainty making him shiver as if standing in the midst of a midnight ritual.

And actually... it was midnight. The moon hung perfectly at the center of the sky, humming softly as if mimicking the calm before the storm.

Then Nora bent to one knee, and so did the legion of puppets behind her—some bumping into Allen, mindless but alive, as they knelt like a crowd of servants.

The air shifted—first a crack of black mist in front of Nora, then an explosion, dispersing dark flames like a bomb. When it settled, Hadas stood there—resolved, superior, strengthened.

His skin regal, cloaked in darkness from head to toe, but his wide smile never wavered.

"I have brought you the army just as discussed, my lord," Nora said with a bow, her eyes fixed on his satanic feet.

Hadas scanned the arena, the hundreds of goblins—or rather, green puppets—kneeling before him in submission.

Allen had evaded being seen by running to the corner of a nearby hut, watching quietly as chaos unfolded before his eyes.

"You have earned my reward a second time," Hadas smirked, smiling at her as he raised his finger.

The first time was when he met her at her royal hut here in the goblin territory, and she accepted his offer without rebellion.

"Again, I’ll bless you with my..." he whispered as he pricked his finger and plunged it into her head, pouring more of his godly blood into her.

Nora screamed in pain, eventually falling and rolling on the ground, clutching her head in both agony and pleasure. His blood was tearing out the person she used to be, replacing it with the demonic trust of Hadas himself.

Hadas’s satanic laughter filled the air, echoing like a promise of victory.

"Allen spoiled the tool for my army... but he doesn’t know he taught me I can create an army with my own hands. Go to hell, copy system," Hadas smirked in laughter, his hands raised as if offering a sacrifice to the moon.

"Even more thanks to Allen—almost three beings I can extract fear from are all within one prison... easier... easier..." He giggled like a victorious devil.

"Next!" Hadas roared, and the next goblin stepped forward as he repeated his initiation—pouring blood, followed by brutal screams, one after another.

Allen could feel the cold biting into him, not from fear of death itself, but for what awaited the Elf clan, particularly the werewolves who had just found hope.

But what struck him most was his life circle: Isabell, Tasha, Natasha, Elara, Lilitu, Thalvrons, Amaterasu—their lives were all at stake.

Even as these were the threats, they stood as his very motivation.

"You’ve gone too far..." Allen whispered as he opened a portal in front of him. "I’ll make sure I cut those legs short so you can’t move any further again."

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Elsewhere, at the Elven walls some now called a prison.

Kelion stepped out, shutting the silver door as Natasha, Tasha, and Elara stared at him like a ruthless monkey. Isabell remained in the palace, shaken to her core, legs trembling whenever she tried to stand, her pussy protesting at even the slightest movement. All she could do was lay on the table, letting the yellow cum overflow from her as she healed, her insides stretched to a six-inch radius.

"Sweet monster," Isabell whispered between ragged breaths.

It would take two days or more for her to move again, Natasha thought, judging from the experience of past elders like Sera.

The midnight moon still hung high as the wind embraced them—most especially Kelion’s still-wet cock.

"Are those the werewolves?" Kelion whispered, looking to the western side of the clan’s walls where the multitudes gathered.

"Yes, Father," Elara smirked. "Where do you plan on keeping them?"

"Leave that to me," Kelion smirked as he took deliberate steps toward the crowds.

"Guess we can rest now," Tasha exhaled sharply, putting a hand on her waist as she stretched in tiredness.

"Yahh..." Natasha was saying when a running blaze of flames flashed past them at top speed.

"Wasn’t that Amaterasu?" Elara murmured, eyes fixed on the blazing trail.

"Judging from the direction, she’s heading to the Water Healing Territory," Natasha added as possibilities filled her mind.

"What about Lord Allen?" Tasha murmured.

"Let’s go after her. She should know where Lord Allen is," Elara suggested as they walked east toward the Water Healing Clan, despite their exhaustion.

Meanwhile, Kelion smiled as he approached the multitude of werewolves. It was midnight, the moon hung high—and that was a special advantage.

"After many years... it’s time to use my Dark Elven ability at full potential," he murmured. Then he halted, stomping the ground so hard that, meters away past the huts, the ground beneath the werewolves rose high.

"Come to think of it," Kelion smirked while manipulating the round rock beneath the flat ground the werewolves stood on into secular stone to allow rolling and movement, "I craft stone... and even pussy. Why don’t they just call me ’Shapeshifter’?"