Warlord

Even now, when Lilisse recalled that memory, she still felt some lingering fear. But at that time, Lilisse, who didn’t have much intelligence, didn’t even know what fear was. All she found was that her aging genes, cells, and limbs were rejuvenating at a maddening rate, returning to their youthful vigor. But what was terrifying was that this wave of vitality came too violently.

The cells split and regenerated in a near berserk manner. Every second, countless cells would form in Lily’s body, and countless more would die.

Every second, Lilisse was evolving.

It was as if the amount of time needed to evolve in a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand years was condensed into a few hours. Just like Lilisse, the mutated beasts that survived the rapid evolution brought suffering and death upon them!

Every minute and every second, strange creatures would die. The way they died was extremely strange. Some died as their bodies exploded, while others shrunk into dried meat, or their limbs multiplied endlessly, until they became large chunks of meat that had no meaning at all.

As for Lilisse, she too was struggling on the brink of death. While she was struggling like this, Lilisse suddenly shouted a name.

That was the name of the child in her memory. It was also the first human language she had spoken in the past five years since Lilisse turned into a living corpse. This meant that Lily had exceeded the definition of an ordinary living corpse, but she was also not a butcher or a Ripper. Strictly speaking, Lilisse was now a living corpse that had regained her consciousness.

In Lilisse’s mind, there was something else as well, as well as an additional piece of information.

The pitch-black crown was a perfectly shaped crystal. It existed in Lily’s brain and was connected to countless neural networks. It was the source of Lily’s power and also the source of evolution. At the same time, it sent a message to Lily.