Chapter 73: Resurrection of the Dead

The moist fog awakened Felix from his slumber. Opening his eyes, he saw the middle-aged nun kneeling beside him.

Her pale face was covered in astonishment. She carefully examined her hands and wrists. Her dark gray nun's robe was torn at the heart, a mark left by the piercing sword, revealing a large patch of skin.

The three female knights knelt behind the nun, similarly bewildered. They touched their left chests, searching for the wound from the fatal strike, but their actions seemed more like a prelude to self-comfort.

Felix propped himself up with his hands, feeling stiff and cold. He lowered his head, silently massaging his temples with his fingers.

The nuns seemed to have just awakened. Being exposed in front of a man was not something these devout nuns could accept, although Felix had no desire to admire their exposed bodies.

The nuns quickly covered the torn part of their clothes, hiding the exposed skin. Their faces showed a hint of shyness, but no blush colored their pale complexions. Perhaps their blood was indeed running low...

"Are we not dead?" Finally, someone spoke. It was the youngest of the female knights. Felix didn't remember her name but knew she was born into a fallen noble family, the most noble birth among the knights.

Felix raised his head, his icy gaze sweeping over the young knight before coldly uttering four words: "Resurrection of the dead."

The nuns' faces turned as pale as paper, even the usually calm middle-aged nun showing a look of utter horror.

"Have we become undead?" The youngest knight trembled, looking at Felix with hopeful eyes, wishing he would tell her it wasn't true. The idea of devout believers becoming evil undead was enough to shatter their faith.

This time, Felix didn't raise his head. He tried to stand up, surveying the surroundings. They were in a valley, standing atop a ten-meter-high altar. Six spirit-gathering towers, constructed according to the magic flow of a "Soul Gathering Formation," encircled the altar. Built from bone, the towers' tops flickered with ghostly fire, within which tormented souls wailed and contorted.

"Undead have no heartbeat, but we do," Felix said, placing his hand on his chest. His heartbeat was slow, less than ten beats per minute, the blood flow seemingly controlled by some force, slow and stagnant.

"What have we become then?" This time, the middle-aged nun spoke. Her face was very pale, and Felix couldn't tell if it was fear or a lack of blood to her face.

Felix chose silence, finally speaking after a long pause: "I don't know. Perhaps we've become a new kind of dark creature."

He felt very weak. The holy light within him was suppressed in his heart, unable to move even slightly. A powerful and bloodthirsty ice force filled his blood, slowly seeping into his muscles and bones. Soon, this ice force would erode his entire body, completely transforming him.

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He felt he had forgotten something important, so he must remember.

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"You better kill me now, or you'll regret it in the future."

The death knight revealed a scornful smile, looking down at Felix and coldly uttered four words: "As you wish."

Then, he twisted Felix's limbs and threw him, along with the nuns' bodies, onto the ice bone dragon. After a long flight, with Felix fading in and out of consciousness due to intense pain, they finally arrived at this valley, at this altar.

In his dazed state, Felix saw a female demon, stunningly beautiful and seductive, with distinct Pusaya lineage. He had a hunch about who this demoness was.

Deep in unconsciousness, Felix didn't know what happened next, but he was certain the death knight had done something to him.

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"If you wish to end your lives, do it quickly." The ice power had eroded Felix's entire body, endowing him with a strength far greater than before. This raging power coursing through his blood even gave him the illusion of being able to slay dragons. He coldly observed the four nuns, whose faith had shattered, and said indifferently:

"Although I'm not sure if your souls will be redeemed after death. If you wish to end your lives, I suggest you do it now. Because once that death knight returns, you won’t even have the chance to do so."

Felix clenched his fists, trying to control the icy power within him using the immense spiritual force deep in his soul. A chill began to emanate from his body, quickly covering his hands in frost and spreading outward.

"Ice power? Has he transformed me into a death knight?" Countless thoughts raced through Felix's mind, but his intuition told him he hadn't figured out the truth yet.

"If you don't want to be eternally damned, it's best to escape with me now, before that death knight returns." Felix pulled a sword from the altar, a peculiar two-handed sword with a ram's horn for a handle and mysterious deathly inscriptions.

The nuns, having lost their courage to die for their faith after their beliefs crumbled, followed Felix cautiously, escaping from the valley.

There were no undead creatures in the valley. As they left, the death knight, who had done something to Felix, was nowhere to be seen.

Before leaving the land of sacrifice, Felix looked up at the sky. A terrible intuition told him that the death knight with unknown intentions hadn’t left. He stood above the clouds, on the ice bone dragon, watching them, watching Felix...

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Above the clouds.

"Perhaps, there's another way..." A stunningly beautiful female demon floated in the sky, gazing at the death knight standing atop the dragon's head with a tender yet hesitant look. He seemed like a man who could hold up the heavens and the earth.

"This is the quickest way. Only her pure blood can revive you, a perfect resurrection!" In Reinhardt's usually cold blue eyes, a rare tenderness flickered, illuminating the gray sky with a heart-stirring light.

Reinhardt reached out to gently caress the demoness's face. She showed deep affection, slowly resting her head against his palm.

His fingers passed through her face, turning it into mist. Her pale visage rippled and gradually faded away.

Reinhardt swiftly withdrew his hand. After a moment, the demoness's misty face reformed, shaking her head, wanting to say something to Reinhardt but eventually bowing her head in resignation.

"He is the only person the Night Watcher has cared about in hundreds of years. She will come for her beloved's heart..."

The death knight stood proudly atop the ice bone dragon, overlooking the land shrouded in death's power. In his left hand, he held a piece of ice, sealing a living heart with strange runes.

"The power of death binds me, preventing me from leaving this land. This might be our only chance."

"For you, I will never give up!"

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Without Lady Ireland, Felix would still be a mere plaything, unlikely to have reached his current stature.

Without her protection, Lady Elizabeth would never have granted him true freedom, his own space, and stage.

But because of this, he bore more than ever before, inheriting both Lady Ireland's glory and her hatred.