Chapter 373: Descent of the Overlord

Chapter 373: Descent of the Overlord

Lilia thought for a moment and quietly answered, “In your words, I’m a half-human, but not the lowly kinds that were taken over by overtakers.”

“I’m the combination of pride monster and awakener, in body and soul. I’m Epilogue, but also Lilia.”

Realization dawned on Qilin.

Epilogue was the pride monster, and Lilia the awakener.

It seemed that the palace hall under the Sacred Mountain Church was indeed holding an evil ritual.

Lilia wasn’t the first sacrifice. The Godbearer Cult had attempted the ritual many times—Lilia was simply the only one to survive.

Somehow, the Cult had merged Lilia and Epilogue, the head of pride monsters.

It might be a long process. That was why Lilia had lived as herself for a while after the success of the ritual, sent to Li City on an exchange program. She declined Qilin Guild’s invitation and later went missing. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

It was possible that Lilia had been merged with Epilogue after her disappearance, of course. That was something Qilin couldn’t know for sure.

The point still stood though: Lilia was both a pride monster and an awakener, which meant she was neither a pride monster or an awakener, and the Heavenly Way could not restrict her.

They could do anything.

Then why did Lilia choose to make a move during the last night of the Crimson Tide?

In theory, Lilia could attack anytime.

Perhaps it was because the other elite monsters could only attack humans when the Crimson Tide came. Perhaps there was another scheme involved.

With the questions in mind, Qilin asked tentatively, “You’ve defied the Heavenly Way. Aren’t you worried about the punishment?”

“What of the Heavenly Way?”

Lilia’s smile dropped, her eyes turning prideful and dark like she had switched personalities. “I have a more important mission to complete—to wipe out all humans.”

Not just the awakeners, but all humans.

That was Epilogue’s answer.

“Unfortunately,” Dragon’s eyes glinted coldly, “I’d like to live a little longer to open the Gates of Closure and take a look.”

“If there’s no deal...” X stretched his arms and smirked. “Let us fight.”

Qilin nodded. “Let’s go.”

Lilia vanished instantly.

She’s quick!

Qilin started. Although he wasn’t that strong in close combat, his eyes were keen, and even he only caught a fleeting glimpse of her moving figure.

Lilia woke up then.

But it was too late. The two seconds had been enough for Dragon to activate his Talent with her as the target.

“Good work. Leave the rest to me.”

Dragon walked up to her.

The night wind lifted his long hair, revealing his beautiful face. Under the moonlight, his heterochromic eyes look eerie.

“The Overlord descends. All will kneel in submission.”

The world seemed to dim, and a forcefield powerful to the point of absurdity swarmed up to Lilia from all directions, sacred and dignified in a divine way.

Nothing else existed around Lilia but herself and Dragon.

All she could see was gray fog. It seemed to be flowing, but also still; silently lonesome, but also boisterously noisy.

It was a space of incomprehensible contradictions.

Lilia frowned, extending her right hand and shooting a deadly red ray that was doubly powerful. That, however, disappeared immediately, or it would be more accurate to say that it was seized and absorbed by the gray fog.

She was suddenly reminded of a line from mythologies: when the world first started, there was chaos.

This felt like being in a world of chaos.

A chair consisting of the fog that embodied chaos appeared behind Dragon. He quietly sat down and leaned in with his hands on the armrests, one hand propping his head up like a god with a careless attitude.

At this moment, Dragon was the overlord of this world.

“Let the judgment begin.”

His voice was quiet, but deep, ancient, and dignified like the sound of the world.

Then the chaos dispersed.

The world around them became a desolate wasteland of gray. The sky was all muddled and gray as well, making the line between the sky and land obscured.

On the wasteland stood an ancient stone platform for judging sinners. Two bronze pillars rose into the sky with black chains wrapping around them, tying Lilia’s two arms.

An intangible power forced her to kneel, but she refused to and remained standing.

“Rain,” Dragon said.

Soon, cold, sharp gray rain fell quickly from the sky, the droplets hitting Lilia in all parts like deadly lasers.

The raindrops didn’t inflict physical damage on her, nor did they do psychic damage. It felt like they were cutting away Lilia’s essence of existence, slowly melting it away.

It didn’t feel like dying, but disappearing.