Nesser's vines burst from the ground, carrying him toward Maggie.
Labai, who was originally in the paladin's group, saw Maggie being stabbed and his pupils shrank instantly. He rushed out of the crowd.
The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, as if the heavens and earth resonated with his rage.
Ficklin circled downwards, his target not Maggie, but the Duke behind her.
In the blink of an eye, Maggie stared at the black blade on her chest for less than half a second before a smile that was hard to describe as either manic or insane appeared on her lips.
Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the tip of the blade, which simultaneously slashed her palm, and blood flowed down her snow-white arm.
Maggie smiled lightly at the Duke, seemingly unconcerned about the fatal wound that had pierced her heart.
“Father, indeed, experience is the best teacher, but you have overlooked one thing.”
As Maggie finished speaking, the Duke noticed something amiss: the indestructible Abyss Blade, a blade said to be able to slay gods, had melted in Maggie's hands.
Slowly, the oil-like liquid dripped onto the ground, eventually turning into black smoke and disappearing.
The Duke's expression changed; he tried to withdraw his weapon, but it was too late.
The Abyss Blade was completely soaked in Maggie's blood. Even though he pulled it out in time, the blade continued to melt and showed no signs of recovery.
As long as Tartarus's power is present, his weapon shouldn't be damaged.
The weapon was suddenly pulled from Maggie's chest, and blood gushed out on the spot, exploding into a bloody spray from her chest, making the eyes of the men who rushed to her side turn bloodshot.
She simply straightened up, swaying slightly, as if she didn't see her still-bleeding wound.
Maggie looked up and smiled at the Duke again.
"It's a pity that our trump card was revealed prematurely, but how was the surprise, Father? Did you like it?"
As she spoke, she coughed up blood, which looked extremely frightening. However, given her current severe injuries, unless the God of Light were alive and could successfully save her, even if all the priests and priests present were combined, they would not be able to heal the wound to her heart.
“Let’s go back…”
Fear flashed in Nesser's eyes. He was afraid that Maggie would die because of this. He took a step forward and was about to speak when Maggie interrupted him.
"It's time for things to end between us today. Don't stop me."
With just one sentence, the remaining men who were trying to approach her froze on the spot, none of them daring to come closer.
Upon hearing this, the Duke's eyes flashed with mockery, and he looked at Maggie as if she were a mere child.
“My dear daughter, your life is in danger now, and you still have the audacity to say you want to ‘end things with me’?”
The aged voice seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm, but Maggie was too lazy to reply, responding only with a single gesture.
The moment she raised her hand, her magical artifact book emitted a dazzling light.
The forbidden spell 'Reversal of Life and Death' has taken effect!
Since she was going to die anyway, and since living was impossible, Maggie chose to die in a different way, which could also be called dying without being completely dead.
In full view of everyone, Maggie turned into an undead on the spot.
Perhaps due to the strange crystal core inside her body, Maggie's transformation into an undead was exceptionally fast this time. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into an undead with scarlet eyes and grayish-white skin.
It looks almost identical to a lich.
The people in the temple were also stunned, never expecting this turn of events.
"Harlen, take your men and leave. The rest of the time belongs to me and the Duke."
Although Maggie appears to be a fully-fledged undead, she still retains human emotions within her. If she were an ordinary undead, she would definitely attack humans indiscriminately.
But she is not yet; she is still human, and this order is the last thing she can do.
Things happened so fast that even Harlan and the others didn't have time to react or stop Maggie from using such a near-self-destructive magic. But now it was clear that there was no way to turn the tide.
They could only glance at Maggie with a complicated look before silently leaving.
"I'll wait for you to come back."
Harlan didn't use his usual honorifics; his short sentence seemed to contain countless unspeakable emotions, but unfortunately, to Maggie's ears, it only sounded a little sad.
She became undead in front of nearly two-thirds of the people in the Temple of Light, making it impossible for her to return to the temple, especially since living beings and the undead are absolutely opposed races.
Maggie couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't develop hatred for living beings and be unable to resist attacking the dead.
But now, in order to appease them, Maggie still made a serious promise.
"Okay, I'll go back."
She gave the seven people only one glance before turning her gaze back to the Duke.
"Hahaha, my dear daughter, you are nothing but a wraith. You fell into depravity to survive, so what right do you have to criticize me for cooperating with the devil?"
"It's a pity that by doing this, all the prestige and status you've accumulated in the temple will vanish. My daughter and I are now in the same boat, and we have to start all over again."
The Duke did not stop the others from leaving, but after Maggie gave the order, he laughed so hard that tears almost came out, as if he had seen something incredibly funny.
"No, today you and I will both perish in this fire."
The ghostly flames that burned before the monster died have never gone out, forming a vast sea of fire in the demon village that has long been burned beyond recognition.
Maggie and the Duke stood in the middle of the fire.
They were not father and daughter, but Tartarus's henchmen and the undead saintess.
Carlo, who witnessed the whole scene, was almost fainting. He had promised his aunt to protect the Saintess, but before he could even react, the Saintess had died.
How am I supposed to explain this?
Although it's not exactly dead, turning into a ghost is no different from being dead.
Carlo was as anxious as an ant on a hot fire. He had been preparing to show himself, but now he didn't know whether he should or shouldn't.
This whole mess is making him look like he's definitely going to get a good scolding from his aunt.
Carlo looked down at Maggie and the Duke with a mournful face, and finally sighed.
He didn't leave, intending to observe further to see if there was any chance of saving her. However, he wasn't talking about Maggie, but about himself.
The battlefield was completely in the hands of Maggie and the Duke. The air was so hot that even breathing made one's lungs ache. Fortunately, Harlan and his men had already escaped the sea of fire.
They didn't leave either, but waited quietly outside, hoping for a miracle to happen.
Whether it's the undead lich Maggie or the saintess Maggie who comes out, it doesn't matter, as long as it's her, it doesn't matter.
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