Unbeknownst to Carlo, the moment he turned to leave, the crystal core that was originally inside Maggie's physical body formed a beam of light on Maggie's spiritual body.
He disappeared into the sea of fire with Maggie.
So much so that the undead who came to greet Maggie only felt the aura of the goddess of the dead flash by before disappearing from their senses, and instead they ran headlong into a succubus.
The demons and the undead stared at each other, completely unaware of what was happening.
The fiery power vanished with the Duke's death, the sea of fire extinguished, and the people of the temple who had been waiting outside rushed inside as soon as the fire disappeared.
As a result, they ran right into the arriving undead and Carlo, who hadn't had time to escape.
The three parties stood together, exuding an awkward and ambivalent atmosphere.
Several human figures rushed out, not even glancing at the undead and Carlo, and ran inside. Inside, however, were scattered fragments of Maggie's body after the explosion, with traces of the saintess's robes still faintly visible on them.
Carlo floated awkwardly in the air and saw several humans rushing to the spot where Maggie had self-destructed. He couldn't resist making a comment and gave them an explanation.
"Well, she's dead."
This definition of death refers to death in human form; Carlo made no mention of the undead Maggie.
The main problem is that he doesn't know where Maggie's spirit has gone.
He turned around and the person was gone; he was a little scared.
Everyone who received the message froze in place, creating an eerie scene.
"..."
Harlan froze, unsure whether to believe what she was seeing or the demon's words that 'she is dead'.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
Nesser immediately exploded, glaring angrily at Carlo, unable to accept what Carlo had said.
“I’m not making this up; the undead brothers here can attest to that.”
Carlo shrugged and pointed to the group of undead who had been silently staying in place since they arrived.
The undead looked at the Temple of Light, which had once defeated them in the Scourge of the Undead, and were unsure whether to seek revenge or to be wary of the temple's magic.
After all, even now, the temple still has many ways to deal with the undead.
As for Carlo, he seemed to be just a harmless succubus, after all, compared to other types of demons, succubi cause the least harm to humans.
Most of the time, succubi roam freely on the continent, and the temple turns a blind eye to them.
Of course, this is assuming that we don't know Carlo is a servant of hell.
"..."
The undead were speechless when Carlo called them out.
The goddess they thought they were about to welcome suddenly disappeared. They rushed over with great fanfare, only to accomplish nothing. The level of embarrassment was beyond words.
What's more, the succubus who stirred up trouble is still around.
The humans couldn't sense it, but the undead could. Carlo was a very powerful demon, and there would be no benefit in starting a conflict.
In addition, the undead are being heavily targeted, so they need to keep a low profile.
Several high-level undead exchanged glances and then simply retreated.
In fact, most high-level undead can control their bloodlust, but the Puppet Master type is purely evil in his bones.
His nature was so wicked that even in his human form, he was no different.
The spirits that still exist are mostly intelligent; when they see that things haven't gone their way, they all leave on the spot without any regrets.
Carlo and the others from the Temple of Light were left staring at each other in bewilderment.
Perkin stood to the side, his lips pursed, his snake-like eyes, hidden beneath his long hair, narrowed to pinpoints, a barely perceptible red tinge at the corners of his eyes, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.
In any case, before he left, he never imagined that Maggie would become a mangled corpse.
He even considered that he could accept Maggie becoming a ghost.
It doesn't matter as long as it's her.
But now he hasn't even been given that one chance.
Xiu was in a similar state. As a merman, his emotions fluctuated even more, and his eyes were completely red. However, because there were still people around, he could only hold back his tears.
With its ear fins turning crimson, its already uncomfortable legs nearly gave way and it collapsed to its knees.
"Tsk, the undead race is really something, always cowardly."
Carlo was very troubled. He had been pessimistic about the undead ever since the time of the Cataclysm, and the facts proved that they were incapable of doing great things. The Cataclysm was ended, and the continent returned to the control of the living.
He didn't crave human souls that much, so compared to other demons, he didn't hate the undead very much.
I just think they're stupid.
This scene perfectly confirms this point.
Where did she go?
Xiu took a deep breath, bracing himself against the shock of the scene before him, and asked Carlo the question he most wanted to know.
"Look, it's over there."
Carlo was speechless. Wasn't it obvious?
"No, if she becomes a ghost..."
Suddenly, the younger twin seemed to remember something. Hope rekindled in his eyes, and he tried to ask something urgently.
"Don't even think about it, he's dead."
Carlo ruthlessly shattered his illusions without hesitation.
He did know that the saintess possessed a ghostly form, but considering the different appearance he had just seen on the girl, and also because of the Demon King, he chose to conceal this fact.
"..."
Spald frowned as he watched his brother trying to argue with a demon. Logically, he shouldn't be that upset, but his heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by a hand.
I can't breathe, and the pain spreads throughout my body.
Ficklin landed blankly on the spot where Maggie's limbs were scattered, his gaze sweeping across the area unfocused, as if searching for something else, or perhaps for Maggie herself.
"You promised... I'd protect you!"
He muttered to himself, his eyes vacant, his mind filled with the promise he made to Maggie.
He once said he would protect Maggie and his benefactor, but now his benefactor is gone.
What can he do to get Maggie back?
"Why did it turn out like this...?"
Ficklin didn't know what this pain surging from the depths of his body was called; all he wanted was to see Maggie again.
Labai did not approach, but instead tried her best to communicate with the nearby plants, but very few plants could survive in the area burned by the fire.
She couldn't wait to get proof until she received a response from a plant.
But when that image appeared in his mind, it plunged her into utter despair.
The image of Maggie charging towards the fire giant, determined to perish together with him, makes even the simple act of self-deception an extremely luxurious thing.
The air was so heavy it felt suffocating. The people in the temple also heard the news that the saintess was completely dead, and even her spirit no longer existed.
My heart is filled with sadness.
At that moment, a torrential rain began to fall from the sky, as if the sky was grieving for the passing of Her Highness the Saintess and weeping for her.
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