532 Chapter 532: The Credits
Even though they wanted to ask him about the artifact and the blood demon, they knew it wasn't the right time. Everyone had their own secrets, and if Eren wanted to share, he would have done so already.
Instead, she asked about the man Eren was carrying in his arm.
"The entire Triad Clan is dead. We need someone to open the portal, so I kept him alive," Eren said, raising the man's body to reveal he was still breathing, though passed out from pain.
The chain remained wrapped around his neck, repeatedly draining his life essence to keep him weaker.
The blood demon walked over and handed the weapon to Eren.
Eren took the weapon, noticing the gazes of the three girls taking another subtle glance at the weapon.
"It's something I found in the Holy Church. It seems to be an artifact she had prepared for the war on the Northern Continent," he gave a short explanation, which couldn't be far from the truth.
"It's also thanks to the method I found inside the Holy Church, that I learned the method to create the Blood Demons," he further added, giving even more credit to the Holy Priestess to avoid explaining any further.
It wasn't as if she was going to come back to live and expose him. The dead were the best secret keepers in this world.
If there were any further unexplainable things in the future, he already knew who deserved the credit.
He bit his thing and let more drops of his blood fall to the ground, summoning more blood demons.
Before long, there were already twenty blood demons that could use mana, just like him. Unlike his real clone which had a face and personality, these clones couldn't take a proper human physique.
They were already in the form of a blood demon, with a body made purely of blood. However, they also had additional advantage over his clone.
While his clone could die from even the slightest of wounds it received from anyone other than him, these clones could keep fighting. Even if they were destroyed, they could recover as long as he could keep supplying mana.
"Master, it hurts," he exclaimed, but the Tower Master didn't stop.
The slaps only became stronger.
"Master, it hurts!" The Necromancer said louder, feeling a sharp pain in his cheeks.
"Master? When did I become your master?" The Tower Master asked, before slapping him again.
"Master!" The Necromancer exclaimed, opening his eyes abruptly. His face had almost swollen red, with the pain being even stronger.
"Are you finally awake?" A voice fell in his ears.
With his vision becoming clear, he noticed Eren sitting in front of him. His hands were tied behind his back by the same chain that was tied around his neck.
"I thought I would have to keep slapping you all night long, until you woke up," Eren told the Necromancer, who was in disbelief.
He didn't believe that this was real. He had actually lost? He lost to a random person who wasn't even an Overlord? Not only did he lose, but the entire council lost.
"Who are you?" he asked Eren, still in disbelief.
"I suppose you can call me an old friend of your Tower Master. So, would you be kind enough to open a path so I could meet my old friend?"
Eren stepped aside, revealing a portal formation that had fortunately not been destroyed completely. Even the minor damage was repaired by Zia who had some basic knowledge about formations.
"What made you think that I will help you? Even if I die, I won't do as you ask. You can go and screw yourself." The Necromancer closed his eyes.
Even if he couldn't win, it didn't mean that he was going to surrender to Eren and start begging for his life like a pathetic dog.
He was going to die with dignity. Because if he betrayed the Tower Master now, then his death was going to be even more pathetic. He was going to suffer even in his death if he betrayed the Tower Master.