Hela

Hela

Ah, mmph, mmph...

The Valkyrie, who had only just regrown flesh, suddenly pounced on him, thoroughly frightening Evenson.

Warlock magic did have necromancy as an elective course, as well as methods for controlling the undead creatures one created. While he could not command millions of undead soldiers as effortlessly as the Lich King, controlling a single-digit number of undead he had revived was still possible.

But Evenson was not particularly skilled at it. If this Valkyrie had still been a mere skeleton, a low-level zombie, Evenson could indeed have controlled everything about her. But a mindless zombie was of no use to him now, so he gave her an infusion of Fel blood and fed her a Demon Heart, successfully restoring her spiritual foundation. Not only could she speak and think again, but some of her flesh had also returned.

However, this also meant that the Valkyrie had successfully advanced into a high-level undead. At present, Evenson was unable to control her completely.

Still, Evenson realized that the Valkyrie did not seem to mean him any harm. After knocking him to the ground, she made no further move. She merely raised her head warily and looked around. Having only just regained her thoughts, she was likely still trapped in the scene of her death.

But as the saying went, I did not kill Bo Ren, yet Bo Ren died because of me. Though the Valkyrie had no intention of harming him, Evenson felt that if this continued, he might really die.

After being knocked down, Evenson felt a large, soft mass tightly smothering his face. He could not breathe and was starting to have trouble getting air, so stifled that his eyes were beginning to roll back.

He kept turning his head left and right, rubbing this way and