Chapter 447 - Underground Maze (X)
“What a surprise…”
The Necromancer’s pitch-black eyes glittered with flashes of maroon radiances as he turned away from the crystal ball. He was clad in a dark robe while terrifying scars exposed on his bony face glaringly. However, the grin on his face was his most frightening feature. It wasn’t a kind, delightful smile. Instead, it was a Necromancer’s signature smile of death.
“Someone actually activated the defense system of this city ruins. I would have gone over to greet them myself if I weren’t too busy now… Ah, what a pity. I have an important guest with me now…” The Necromancer giggled and shifted his attention to the pure, white Angel who was bound at the side and staring at him stubbornly: that was an unexpected gain he had gotten.
“Argh…!” The Battle Angel shuddered as the Necromancer stared sinisterly.
However, she lifted her chin hurriedly after realizing her cowardly reactions. She gnashed her teeth and gazed at the Necromancer obstinately. At this moment, the Battle Angel’s armor had been stripped entirely, exposing her naked, voluptuous body under the pale spirit flames. Steel chains bound her body while she hung with numerous splinters nailing her angelic pair of wings to the wall. Even though fresh blood dripped and stained her pure, clean feathers, she didn’t let out a single sorrowful moan. From the very start, this scheming Necromancer had ambushed her and Metzel’s companions. In the end, she failed to inflict any damage to this sinister presence and she was kept captive in this horrifying ruins.
“Ah, the holy powers… just like the dazzling flames. Makes me wanna pounce on it… and vanish gracefully. So beautiful…” The Necromancer approached the Battle Angel in small steps and caressed her cheek so ever gently.
Sensing his ice-cold touch, the Battle Angel stared furiously. However, the Necromancer revealed a wide, enjoyable smile.
“Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking. Your companions are fine… You see?” The Necromancer chuckled while he snapped his fingers.
Two figures emerged behind him and the Battle Angel was dumbfounded because they were the other two mercenaries who were also caught by the Necromancer.
However, her body began to weaken. Her eyes rolled white and the fighting spirit in her soul faded gradually. Her spotlessly white skin turned ashen and in a few seconds, she drooped and dangled like a hanging corpse.
At the same time, her pure, beautiful feathers fell like gentle snowflakes.