LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 152: A Mysterious Powerhouse, He Was Once Our Teammate Oh
Amelia sat cross-legged on the bed, holding an apple, watching her teammate appear on the projection screen.
Looking at her teammate's pure black robe, full of a mysterious and sinister aura, and that black scythe, emitting a dark mist and taller than the teammate himself.
The true face was hidden under a wide black hat, faintly showing two points of red light—those were the teammate's eyes. Had it not been for having seen this look hundreds of years ago and having assisted the teammate in completing a few rather tricky bounty tasks,
upon the first encounter, she probably wouldn't have been able to resist drawing her bow and notching an arrow… to shoot this guy full of arrows.
In fact, when she saw this teammate again three hundred years later, she did immediately reach for her bow and arrow, intending to shoot this evil and shadowy figure…
Luckily, the teammate promptly called out her name and mentioned some of their past experiences, so she didn't mistakenly harm this teammate.
After hundreds of years, each of her teammates had become more outstanding than the last, it's just that Iliya died a bit too early.
Brave Reg opened up his Domain, becoming a half-Deity.
The nonexistent Sorcerer-pharmacist Lance is the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor.
After Iliya died in battle... she became a Heroic Spirit.
This gloomy guy who never laughs signed a Death God Contract and became an apprentice Grim Reaper, contracted with Hell.
Thinking about it... it seems only she, as an elf, isn't doing too well...
Dammit!
If she could sign a contract with the Black Dragon that appeared within the Red Maple Kingdom's territory, the combination of her and the Evil Dragon would be absolutely deserving of the title of a member of the [Sunshine] squad.
"Venus... long time no see. Are you... in Hell? It's all yellow haze... I can't see anything, oh... I can see Bone Spirits entwined with will-o'-the-wisps, bone beasts, and skeletons that look like they just crawled out of their graves....
Ah, I didn't expect you to have died too, oh no wait, for normal humans, dying means truly dying, but for you... dying seems more like a promotion with a raise.
I remember you were an apprentice Grim Reaper hundreds of years ago, now after hundreds of years... you must have become a first-class Grim Reaper, right?
When I die of old age, come to fetch me, I can be your assistant, how about that? Skeleton soldiers attacking you, be careful!"
With a swing of the pitch-black scythe, the person in the projection wielded the chopping blade as the skeleton soldiers were reaped by the dark scythe.
"This isn't Hell, it's a place where undead dwell. I've received a bounty task to clear this area of the undead."
"Then be careful. If you can't clear out the undead in that area, you can retreat temporarily and give me the coordinates, I'll come to lend you a hand.
Hehe, if the undead in that region you're clearing are too strong, I can even bring a powerful mystery expert to assist you in clearing them out."
"A mysterious powerhouse? Are you talking about Reg?"
Amelia, sitting cross-legged on the bed with a smile showing her teeth, took a bite of her apple, and shook her head with a chuckle, "Not Reg, someone you absolutely cannot imagine."
"No need, apart from you and Reg, I can't reveal my identity as an apprentice Grim Reaper to anyone. Besides... I don't need any backup for now. If I truly need assistance, I can contact other apprentice Grim Reapers in different areas."
"Other area's apprentice Grim Reapers aren't as reliable as us, I..."
"Let's not talk about this now, I'll contact you after I've cleared this region of undead. The battle just now has disturbed some powerful undead, I need to get more serious."
"Oh, oh, oh, be safe, if you can't beat them, run, and then contact me, I'll come with help to support you."
"Hmm."
The projection ended, and Amelia finished her apple, sprawling out on the bed in all directions.
She felt a bit happy.
The stronger her teammates were, the stronger her backings were.
When Brave Reg becomes a god, maybe she could become an Elf Angel after she dies of old age.
If Reg's place isn't convenient for the time being, she could also seek out Venus and become Venus' assistant in Hell.
Venus had said that the Hell Grim Reaper who had signed the apprentice Death God Contract with her had become a second-class Death God a long time ago.
When her time comes, upon her death, she could directly become a first-class Grim Reaper in Hell.
The identity of Lance the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor was impressive, but after his death, he'd likely be in the realm of heroic spirits.
Iliya would probably be scared to death meeting the swindler Lance.
Thinking about it… it seems like all my teammates have a chance at [immortality].
So why is that swindler Lance still refining the [Elixir of Immortal Life]?
This train of thought seems incorrect.
[Elixir of Immortal Life] is the dream of that swindler Lance, just like her dream is to become an Evil Dragon Elf Knight.
Venus... if it's too much for you, don't force it. I still want to take that swindler Lance to help you... to show you just how formidable the Evil Dragon Sword Ancestor really is.
No use, my mind's getting fuzzy, better sleep...
It's definitely because of the shocking news from that swindler Lance, it has taken so much of her mental energy...
Time to sleep to recover.
...
In his deep sleep, Lance sensed someone praying to him, asking for his descent.
The sweetly sleeping Lance instinctively split a strand of consciousness to respond to the person praying to him.
If you pray sincerely and encounter a fatal crisis, I'll help if I can...
But there are only three chances, beyond that... praying to me will be of no use....
Three strikes, and you're out.
Better to work hard to improve yourself than to seek help from the [Ancestor of the Sword].
If you don't know how to save yourself or advance...
Praying to gods... will also be in vain....
...…
Somewhere in the Human World.
Venus stood in the dusky haze-filled Grand Canyon, kneeling on the ground, praying to a statue with an indistinct visage, faced with the undead not far ahead.