They all call me an evil god Vol. 1 [MTL]

Ch 29

Chapter 29

**Machine Translator uses Irene and Erin interchangeably / it's the same person. **

 "I'm fine," Alana steadied herself, clearly sensing that the pain of the wound was reducing, the blood clotted, and the skin regenerated rapidly, "Thank you, Lord Irene."

As soon as the words fell, the tremor of the holy city ceased, and the world was quiet again. After a short pause in the air, the smoothie resumes its slow and melodious flow again.

It's like a bug is cleared and the computer is back up and running.

Erin breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, "You know I'm testing you?

"Of course. You are a Sage-level Demon Swordsman, if you have the heart to kill me, I can't even carry the first move. At first I thought it was because you became an undead and your spirit was damaged and you couldn't use your full strength.

"But then, as you keep speeding up and increasing the complexity of your moves, I get it."

Erin looked at her face fixedly, and suddenly chuckled.

"Ha, haha......" Her laughter grew louder and louder, at first with joy, but later with more and more complex emotions, causing spiritual tremors all around.

"I didn't think there would be this day," she smiled and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I didn't expect that my luck was bad all my life, but I broke out at the end!"

Alana heard what she meant, "You know me?" The corners of

Erin's lips curled beautifully, "I don't know."

Alana: "......"

Erin· Moore, like the original owner, died in the town of Tia, which was attacked by the Eaters of Souls. This means that she most likely saw the original owner before she died, and also knew what the ritual symbols on the original owner's body represented.

But Erin opened her eyes and said nonsense, so that she didn't know how to ask.

"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere." Erin threw the ice sword and clapped her palms.

"Where?"

"Let you come, just follow. Why do children have so many problems?

Alana held her forehead, always feeling that this Sage Lord was a bit of a fool. But she didn't feel any malice from the other party, and it didn't hurt to take a trip.

"Tell us about yourself, your age, your family, your job, your cultivation, your beliefs, and so on."

Alana secretly slandered herself and said that she didn't know. There is not even a name in this list of introductions.

"I'm eighteen years old, and I have my eight-year-old brother Theodore and eleven-year-old sister Liz."

"Having just moved to York City, Theodore and Liz are first-year freshmen in the Department of Magic at York College, and I'm a new night watchman for the winter. As for cultivation, he officially became a practitioner tonight.

"Nightwatch?" Erin paused and turned her head to look at her, "Which squad"

"Seventh squad, the captain is Nok." By the way, what's the captain's last name?

"Damn!" Erin clenched her fist in one hand, eager to slam it on someone's head.

Nock, this kid is really lucky! Even if you don't do anything, you can get Alanna as a team member!

"Huh? Wrong. How did you join the Night Watchman, weren't you an ordinary person before?

Alanna patiently explained, "Lord Victor · Reed wrote a letter of recommendation for me, and he was also my mentor at York College.

Erin gasped, "Victor? He writes you letters of recommendation?

Is the world getting more and more magical? Why did such an outrageous thing happen?

Still, it sounds like the guy is doing pretty well right now.

That's ...... Very good? What a ghost! That guy was the thing she thought about the most before she died! He should be depressed and drink every day to kill his sorrows!

"I'm!" Erin kicked the sculpture on the corner of the street and kicked straight out of an ice pit.

Alanna is full of question marks, a woman's heart is indeed a needle under the sea.

Erin quickened her pace and led her around the city to the heart of the Holy City.

There's a majestic Gothic castle with a steeple that looks down on the Frost City.

The floor of the main hall is covered with ice bricks carved with delicate runes, and the walls on the left and right sides are covered with ice sculptures of different shapes. At the deepest point are nine steps, on top of which stands a throne surrounded by icicles.

"This is the abode of the god of the dead?"

Alana looked around and remembered an animated movie from her previous life. If this was also built by the god of the dead with a wave of his hand, it would have been a cool scene.

Erin's face was slightly strange, "Ah, maybe, right? I died too late, and I really don't know what it was like.

Alana thought that the Holy City must have been a lively place in the past.

Not only the undead inhabit here, but earthly necromancers can travel through the spirit realm to enter the Holy City. It's a place where they can meet, drink, and talk.

The fall of the god of the dead not only represents the disappearance of faith, but also the abrupt severance of the close ties between the necromancer communities.

One of the world's most unique cities in the sky has decayed and even died out entirely.

Just as she sighed, Erin paused, "It's here."

This is the "garden" on the top floor of a temple. The strange flowers and plants in the flower garden are in a state of weathering and withering, and the trees on both sides are also gray and dead.

Amazingly, in the center of the garden there is a pool of unfrozen spring water, which appears to be less than two meters deep, and it is clear and unblemished at a glance.

"You brought me here?"

Erin threw off her robe and sat on the bench next to her, "You are a necromancer, and the Frost Holy City is the best place for you to practice and improve your strength." Whether it's swordsmanship or mage skills.

"But there are two problems with your practice."

"First, you don't have the guidance of a high-level necromancer, so you can only rely on yourself. Victor is an elemental mage and has very little to teach you. At most, you'll be equipped with a little magic equipment, but that's not enough.

"Second, your body is dragging down your practice. With the performance you just performed against me, learning sword moves is a piece of cake. But your speed can't keep up with the mind, and spiritual accumulation takes a long time. 

Erin's words hit the nail on the head, and that's exactly what Alana was trying to solve.

It's okay to say that she lacks the guidance of her seniors, she can explore on her own, and if she doesn't try a hundred times at a time, she will always master it.

But spiritual accumulation is a pain point. For a normal practitioner, it takes three to five years to go from practitioner to exercise, and five to ten years to go from exercise to holy envoy, and the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes.

And her crisis could strike at any moment.

"Your suggestion?"

"I can give you a solution to these two problems, on the condition that you recognize me as your teacher. Moreover, my ranking among your teachers must be before Victor!

Alanna was silent, wondering if the topic was not going in the right direction.

From Mr. Spencer to Lord Irene, these big names seem to have a hobby of picking up apprentices everywhere?

"Your real condition should be that you want me to reshape your body in the future, right?"

Erin's eyes widened, "You, how do you know?"

Alanna sighed secretly.

She is lacking in knowledge of the world. But she is not stupid, and many things have already given hints.

In the afternoon, in the library, she naturally did not really wander around, but secretly checked the books of advanced theology.

One of them writes that two conditions need to be met for a demigod to become a god. The first is that there is a corresponding vacancy in the divine state, and the second is the condensation of the godhead that belongs to the career path.

Therefore, the three elements of God are the body, the Godhead, and the soul.

Among the three, the Godhead is the "pass", and the god with a broken Godhead will be automatically demoted to a demigod and fall from the kingdom of God to the earth.

Since Godhead can be shattered, there is something called a "Fragment of Godhead."

Initially, her suspicions came from Ethan. He could mistake her for a black ore that represented the god of the dead and was unique.

Of course, the existence of cloth white cannot be ignored. Belinda said that it is impossible for a high-level necromancer to shape a physical body, and can only find a fresh corpse with a high degree of compatibility for the ghost.

So who can do what a high-level necromancer can't do?

Finally, there is the overly well-behaved and sensible Frost Holy City. She didn't want to leave, and the holy city floated over. She didn't know how to get up to the Sky City, and the stairs fell at her feet.

When she fought against Erin, her blood fell on the ice bricks.

At that moment, she seemed to feel the dissatisfaction and roar of the Frost Holy City, and some extremely faint connection was established between her and the Holy City.

The answer is imminent.

Surprised, of course, but more down-to-earth.

What she wants is to live freely and wantonly in this world. She wants power, power that no one can stop, no matter who it comes from.

"Would you like to, then?" Erin's tone was a little more careful than before.

The Frost Sanctuary is beginning to recover, which is enough to prove Alana's identity. She used her sword at the beginning to test it, and after discovering that the other party was a bully little guy, she started the idea of accepting apprentices.

Unexpectedly, this kid guessed the truth and was calm.

"Let's talk about your plan first, how will you solve these two problems for me?"

Erin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "The first question, I really can't solve it for you directly. I'm not a necromancer, but I'm an undead and have always lived in the Frost Holy City.

"I can keep an eye out for you on any necromancer who enters the Holy City."

"Moreover, I am a Sage-level Demon Swordsman, and no one is more suitable to be your sword teacher than me. Neither the Night Watchman nor York College will have anyone else surpass me in this regard.

"Well, that's right." Alana nodded.

"Second question, I know that an excellent way to improve your physique is the spring water in front of you!"

"This water can temper the body?" Alana asked.

Erin was glad that she had been dead for the time she had been dead, and she had found a bunch of undead to chatter about, and now she could prepare for this conversation that would determine her soul, "It's the holy water of the Necronomion Cult."

"For exorcism?" As soon as Alanna heard the name, her mind immediately drifted astray.

"No, no, all religions have so-called holy water, and the holy water of the priest of the Night God Cult can indeed exorcise demons. However, the holy water of the Necromancy Cult is used to refine the body and improve the physique.

"You should know that the necromancer's main skill is summoning, and his combat and defense capabilities are not very strong. Therefore, the Necromancer Cult searched for all kinds of transcendent materials and made this pool of holy water. 

Alana realized.

To put it simply, the necromancers know that they are crispy, so they collectively come up with a way to cheat.

"I haven't seen any of this from the Notes of the Dead, this holy pool is precious?"

"Yes," Erin's eyes curled, "the Necronomion is only available to mages of the Sage and above. But for you, it's not a problem, because what's so scary about it is that it's so cold."