I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 353 - 349 – Confrontation with Light

Alicia watched Sylvia and Sofia leave the hot spring with firm, unstoppable steps. The undead wooden door closed silently behind them, leaving the steamy room feeling even lonelier than before. Alicia’s body was now transparent like thin, faintly glowing mist, the effect of her evolution into a spirit race.

She glanced at Stacia, her younger sister, who sat relaxed on the other side of the pool. Stacia had evolved into a fallen angel jet-black wings tipped with blood-red folded tightly against her back, her once ash-gray hair now pure white and wet, clinging to her snow-pale face.

"Should we help our sister Sylvia?" Alicia asked softly, her voice echoing gently in the steamy room like a whisper carried by the mist.

Stacia didn’t answer right away. She sat with a thick ancient magic book in her hands, the pages still perfectly dry despite being submerged in hot water, thanks to the protective spell she had cast. Her fingers slowly turned the page, green eyes narrowed as she read the faintly glowing runes under the crystal light.

"No need," Stacia replied casually, her voice flat yet filled with certainty. "The two of them are enough. Sylvia has Death Flame and Chain of Abyss. Sofia has Lucifer’s spear and her eight wings that can rival high-ranking angels. Four low-tier angels... they’re just snacks to them."

Alicia nodded slowly, her transparent body trembling faintly like mist stirred by a breeze. "True. They’re already used to facing much worse. Let them handle it. We can relax here and wait for their story later."

Stacia gave a small smile and turned the next page without looking up. "Exactly. Besides, if we joined in, we’d just get in the way. Sylvia prefers handling matters like this alone... or just with Sofia."

The two of them settled back into calm. Alicia leaned her misty form against the edge of the pool, letting the steam pass through her like wind through clouds. Stacia continued reading, her book glowing softly even underwater, as if tonight were just another ordinary night in Nocturne.

But outside, high above the night sky of the city, everything changed in an instant.

Sylvia and Sofia appeared suddenly before the angels, like shadows born from the darkness of the night itself. A short Void Shift teleportation brought them directly to that altitude. The night wind of Nocturne howled fiercely around them, Sylvia’s black hair and Sofia’s golden locks whipping like war banners ready to be raised. The crystal light from the city below reflected faintly off their bodies, making their auras feel even stronger and more terrifying to eyes unaccustomed to such power.

The angels were stunned. All four froze mid-flight for a moment, their wings trembling slightly like leaves touched by cold wind. They sensed something alien like facing ancient beings older than their own heaven. Sylvia with her pitch-black eyes and Death Flame blazing across her body like a black hole ready to devour light. Sofia with her eight wings now fully spread, gold blazing like the sun. Their rank was clearly far above them; eight wings meant power approaching that of a high angel, something that shouldn’t exist in a lower world like this.

The lead angel blond-haired with ice-blue eyes frowned, his voice still arrogant but carrying a faint tremor at the end.

"You... dare appear before us? Creatures of death and... a false angel?"

Sylvia didn’t reply. The Chain of Abyss in her hand quivered softly; the black-purple chains writhed like serpents ready to strike. Sofia raised Lucifer’s golden spear higher, its holy light clashing against the angels’ radiance, creating blinding yet terrifying sparks of gold and white.

The four angels exchanged quick glances. They weren’t novice angels they had been sent by Michael to observe, not to fight. But the provocation had already been spoken, and now they felt real danger. Sofia with eight wings... that was no ordinary angel. That was something higher than them, something that shouldn’t exist on the side of darkness.

The blond angel raised his hand, holy light igniting in his palm like a white fireball.

"You dare "

But before he could finish, all four turned and fled. Their wings beat frantically, flying as fast as they could toward the higher sky, leaving trails of white light like falling stars in reverse. They didn’t dare fight, their instincts screamed that these two figures were not opponents to be faced with mere arrogance.

But Sylvia’s Chain of Abyss was faster.

The black-purple chains shot forward like lightning, wrapping around the rearmost angel the brown-haired one with slightly smaller wings. He let out a short scream as the holy light in his body clashed against the darkness of the chains, creating painful sparks of black and white fire. The other angels only glanced back once at their captured comrade, blue eyes filled with shock but no mercy they kept fleeing, leaving him behind without a second thought.

They didn’t even realize that the very item they were searching for was right there Lucifer’s spear in Sofia’s hand, its golden blade shining brightly, yet unrecognized amid their panic.

Sylvia gently pulled the chain, dragging the captured angel downward toward the castle like a fish hooked on a line. The angel struggled, wings flapping wildly, holy light flaring brighter in a desperate attempt to burn the chains but Chain of Abyss was no ordinary restraint. It was born of absolute death, unburnable by any light.

Sofia followed Sylvia down, spear in hand ready to thrust if needed. Her golden eyes burned brighter, eight wings fully spread like a living shield challenging the heavens.

Below, Nocturne fully awakened. Citizens stepped out of their homes, eyes fixed on the sky on the three fleeing angels and the one captured. Lycanthrope howls rose from the western district, dwarven hammers fell silent, and the song of the dead city shifted into a restrained roar of anger.

Sylvia landed in the black rose garden behind the castle. The captured angel crashed hard onto the damp soil, one wing broken from the impact. He rose slowly, ice-blue eyes filled with unfamiliar rage and fear.

"You... creature of death!" he hissed, voice trembling. "Release me! We were only observing Michael’s orders!"

Sylvia stood before him, Chain of Abyss still binding his body like unbreakable shackles. The Death Flame in her chest burned brighter, illuminating the black rose garden until the flowers seemed to breathe in sync with their queen’s wrath.

"You weren’t observing," Sylvia said quietly, her voice cold as a freezing night wind. "You were insulting. And now... you will answer my question. What is Michael’s true purpose in sending you here?"

The angel laughed coldly, but the sound broke from the pain in his wing.

"We... will never speak to a filthy thing like you!"

Sofia stepped forward, raising Lucifer’s golden spear halfway. The holy light from its blade illuminated the angel’s face, forcing him to squint from the blinding glare of holy light that should have belonged to them, now wielded by a "false angel" like Sofia.

"Answer," Sofia said firmly, her voice soft yet laced with threat. "Or this spear will remind you who Lucifer truly is."

The angel fell silent. His blue eyes widened as he finally recognized the weapon Lucifer’s golden spear, the sacred armament lost since the Fall.

"You... how do you have that?"

Sylvia gave a thin smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes, the smile of a predator finally finding worthy prey.

"Let’s start there. Answer, and perhaps you can return to heaven with your wings intact."

In the black rose garden, the night wind blew harder, carrying the faint scent of eternal flowers, the fragrance of a heaven beginning to rage.

The angel kept struggling. Every flap of his remaining wing made the Chain of Abyss creak, the holy light on his skin flaring desperately like fire trying to burn through darkness. His ice-blue eyes blazed with fury, lips spitting broken heavenly curses that sounded like cracked bells.

"You... will get nothing from me, Rotten Queen!" he shouted, voice cracking from pain yet still dripping with arrogance. "I am Michael’s envoy! I will not lower myself before a creature of death like you!"

Sylvia stared at him expressionlessly.

She was already angry, angry at the insults they had hurled over the city she built with blood and bone, angry that they dared descend just to belittle rather than speak. Angry that they thought Nocturne was merely a rotten nest that could be cleansed with their holy light.

Without a word, Sylvia’s left hand transformed. Her skin darkened, nails lengthening into glossy black claws like wet obsidian. The tips dripped zombie poison black-green liquid that evaporated into toxic mist, instantly withering the grass around them. The scent of death and decay spread, making the angel shudder in horror. His eyes widened, the holy light in his pupils flickering in panic.

"You... what are you doing?!" His voice trembled, losing its arrogant tone for the first time.

Sylvia took one step forward. Her claw touched the angel’s chest with only a light scratch, but enough. The zombie poison seeped straight into sacred skin like black ink spreading across white paper. The angel screamed, body convulsing violently. The holy light on his skin dimmed, his once-golden-white wings turning dull like scorched rags. His skin paled, dark-green veins becoming visible beneath the once-perfect surface.

"No... no... mercy!" he shrieked, the once-majestic voice shattering into desperate sobs. "Mercy... my Queen... mercy!"

Sylvia didn’t stop. She watched him coldly, claws still pressed to his chest, letting the poison continue to spread. The angel’s body shook violently, wings that were once magnificent now drooping weakly like wilted leaves. The light in his eyes faded, ice-blue pupils turning dull gray. He collapsed to his knees on the damp garden soil, head bowed deeply, trembling hands touching the ground before Sylvia’s feet.

"Greetings... to my Queen..." he whispered, voice barely audible, filled with utter despair and total submission.

Sylvia slowly withdrew her claw. The poison stopped spreading, but the damage was done. The angel remained kneeling, body pale, wings dull, holy aura completely extinguished.