I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 403 - 400 – The Awakening of the Angel of Death

The process of merging Sylvia, Stacia, and Alicia’s bodies moved slowly far too slowly. The silver-purple light glowing around the three figures pulsed gently, as if hesitant to fully fuse. This was the first time they had performed this ritual since Goddess Persephone had separated their souls and bodies. Every strand of merging energy felt like ice needles piercing into the bone marrow, causing Sylvia’s body to tremble slightly even though her face remained cold and full of determination. Stacia’s grimoire shook violently in her hands, its ancient pages rustling like living paper, while Alicia’s spirit body grew increasingly transparent, melting into thick black mist that slowly seeped into Sylvia’s chest.

"Hold on... just a little longer..." Sylvia muttered through gritted teeth. Cold sweat trickled down her temples. The aura of their combined power was rising dramatically, but at a snail’s pace, like crawling across lava. It needed time. Precious time.

At the front line, the battle had turned into true hell.

The Elder Dragon roared furiously. This time, its roar was no longer ordinary anger. GRRRROOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!! The sound shook the dimension itself, widening the cracks in the sky even further. The ancient dragon sensed danger. It could smell the increasingly thick scent of pure death coming from behind the defensive line, an aroma emanating from the three figures currently merging. Its ancestral instinct screamed danger. Whatever was about to be born from that fusion was far more threatening than anything else.

So its attacks became overwhelming.

A single flap of its massive wings created a thick black poisonous wind storm, carrying thousands of glowing red energy thorns like a rain of hellish arrows. SWWWWOOOOOOSSSSHHH!!! Velthya, who had been biting the Elder Dragon’s shoulder, was flung backward like a rag doll. Her giant wolf body slammed hard into the ground BAAAAAMMM!!! leaving a deep crater on the riverbank. Her silver-gray fur was scorched by the poison, and fresh blood spurted from new wounds on her ribs.

"Aaargh!" Velthya roared, but she immediately rose again, her yellow eyes blazing wildly. The power of Fenrir still flowed in her veins, refusing to let her give up. She leaped forward once more, her primordial-enhanced claws slamming into the Elder Dragon’s belly THUDDD CRAAAACKKK!!! The obsidian scales cracked slightly, but the wound healed in seconds.

Sofia flew higher, her ten golden wings trembling violently. Her holy light shield was already covered in cracks, the golden light fading in several places. "I... will not retreat!" she shouted. But the Elder Dragon noticed the weakness. Its massive front claw shot forward like lightning, slashing directly at the shield. KRRRAAAANGGGG!!! A blinding explosion erupted. Sofia was thrown backward, golden blood spurting from her mouth. One of her wings snapped with a painful CRACK!, causing her to fall several meters before she managed to steady herself again.

"Noir! Help Sofia!" Celes shouted while spinning through the air at insane speed. Her two crystal swords slashed space, creating over a dozen small dimensional gaps that sliced the Elder Dragon’s wings. SHIIIING SHIIIING SHIIIING!!! Thick black blood spurted out, but the Elder Dragon merely shook its majestic head and retaliated with a breath of black flame that burned everything. FWWWWWOOOOOOOSSSSHHH!!!

Noir, who was on the dragon’s back, roared in pain as the flames touched its undead scales. Its rotten flesh melted again, but it continued biting the Elder Dragon’s neck with all its strength. Its fangs and claws tore deep, leaving gaping wounds that emitted smoke. However, the pressure of the Elder Dragon’s ancient bloodline was too strong. Noir began trembling violently; its thirty-meter body was nearly paralyzed.

Aurellia swung her staff without pause. "Inferno Abyss – Second Layer!" Dark red flames exploded from the ground once more, burning the Elder Dragon’s hind legs that were still half-emerging from the rift. But this time the Elder Dragon retaliated with its massive tail, sweeping like a mountain whip. WHAAAAAMMMM!!! Aurellia was hurled sideways, her body slamming into a large rock until it cracked. Blood dripped from her lips, yet she laughed madly. "Still... not enough...!"

Celes leaped forward, her crystal swords spinning to form a storm of spatial blades. "Spatial Severance – Full Bloom!" Hundreds of dimensional cuts rained down on the Elder Dragon’s side. ZIIING ZIIING ZIIING KRRRRAAAKKK!!! Scales shattered and scattered like broken glass. But the Elder Dragon simply opened its mouth wide. From its throat, a swirling dark purple-black energy orb gathered, spinning violently like a mini black hole.

"Everyone, fall back!" Sofia shouted desperately.

Too late.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!

The ancient energy explosion detonated forward, forming a destructive wave that swept everything away. Velthya was blasted the farthest, her wolf body tumbling across the ground like a ball. Noir was thrown from the Elder Dragon’s back and smashed through large trees until they shattered. Sofia poured all her strength into her shield, but her holy light shattered into pieces. Celes and Aurellia were hurled backward, blood spraying from new wounds on their bodies.

Everyone lay sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily, bodies covered in wounds. The Elder Dragon towered above them, its red eyes filled with triumph. It raised its front claw, ready to finish them all in one strike. A thick aura of death blanketed the battlefield. The Norse and Greek gods watching from afar laughed with satisfaction.

"It’s over..." the Norse god muttered with a wide grin.

Behind the defensive line, the merging process was still not complete. The light around Sylvia, Stacia, and Alicia grew brighter, but it remained painfully slow. Stacia’s face was pale, her breathing ragged. Alicia had almost fully merged, but a small obstacle still caused the energy flow to stutter.

"We’re... almost there..." Sylvia whispered, her voice weak from the extreme concentration.

In front, the Elder Dragon roared in triumph. Its massive claw descended with lethal speed, ready to tear apart Sofia, who was struggling to stand.

"Is that all...?" Sofia hissed in a hoarse voice, her broken golden wings still trying to shine. "We... are not dead yet...!"

Velthya let out one final growl, trying to leap again even though her legs were trembling. Noir roared weakly from afar. Celes and Aurellia exchanged glances, their eyes full of determination but their bodies no longer able to move quickly.

Despair began to creep into everyone’s hearts. The time they had bought with blood and sweat seemed to have been in vain. The Elder Dragon was too strong. Its regeneration was too fast. And the merging behind them... was too slow.

Just as the giant claw was about to touch the ground...

KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

A new cracking sound far more terrifying than before echoed. It did not come from the dimensional rift above, but from behind the defensive line. A wave of pure, cold, and deadly dark energy exploded forward like a black tsunami. The wave slammed directly into the Elder Dragon’s chest with unimaginable force. DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

The Elder Dragon roared in pain for the first time that night, a roar filled with genuine shock and agony. Its massive body was pushed back dozens of meters, the obsidian scales on its chest cracking wide open, thick black blood spurting out like a river. It shook its head, its red eyes widening in disbelief. Its rapid regeneration felt suppressed this time, as if a deeper and older power of death was biting into it.

All eyes turned backward.

There, standing tall in the center of the fading purple-black vortex of light, was a new figure.

Sylvia.

But not the Sylvia they knew.

Her long black hair had become extremely long, nearly touching the ground behind her, fluttering wildly in the poisonous wind as if it had a life of its own. Her beautiful cold face remained the same but only half of it. The left side was Sylvia’s perfect pale white skin, while the right side was transparent like a ghost Alicia’s characteristic spirit skin. The red eye on that side glowed deeper and colder, as if pure death itself was staring at the world.

On her back spread twelve pitch-black wings of a fallen angel six on each side slowly unfurling with an aura of primordial darkness. The feathers on those wings gleamed like living obsidian, their tips dripping black mist that froze the air around them. The effect of merging with Stacia’s fallen angel body was clearly visible. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

In her right hand, Alicia’s magic staff had completely transformed into a long, elegant pitch-black staff. Its surface was carved with ancient death runes that pulsed slowly. Stacia’s grimoire had perfectly fused with the staff, its ancient pages forming a sharp curved scythe blade at the top, like the scythe of the Angel of Death ready to reap souls. At the bottom of the staff, the Chains of Abyss now dark purple-black coiled around Sylvia’s body like living snakes, wrapping around her waist, arms, and shoulders, clinking softly with the cold sound of metal.

The aura surrounding her was pure, perfect darkness. She was no longer the ordinary Queen of Death. She was the awakened Angel of Death, the perfect fusion of three souls now becoming one.

Her red eyes (one human, one ghostly) stared at the Elder Dragon with unshakable coldness. A thin smile appeared on her beautiful lips, but this time it was not an ordinary battle smile. It was the long-awaited smile of victory.

The Elder Dragon took another step back, its roar now filled with genuine caution. The crack on its chest still emitted smoke, and for the first time, its regeneration felt slow.

Sylvia slowly raised her scythe staff. The Chains of Abyss clinked louder around her body.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said in a voice that now carried three fused tones cold, gentle, and terrifying all at once. "Now... it’s our turn."