I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl - Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Chapter 270 – The Fractured Song of the Mirror Palace
The crimson sky of the underworld roared like wrath given form.

The seven-colored light radiating from Andromalius’s body reflected across the battlefield, slicing through the black mist and casting the faces of Sylvia, Alicia, and Stacia onto the blood-glass surface of the earth.

The world itself seemed to groan in protest.

For a long moment, silence reigned then….

BOOM!

A dark explosion erupted beneath Sylvia’s feet. Her black chains slashed through the air in a blur of motion.

One fierce strike smashed into the ground, releasing a wave of energy that shredded the formation of Andromalius’s newly-formed clones.

A hundred crystalline beings shattered in an instant, their fragments glittering like a rain of starlight.

“Let’s start with me,” Sylvia whispered, her eyes blazing crimson.

Her body surged forward, her chains circling her like starving serpents ready to strike.

Hundreds of crystal clones charged at once each step trembling the air, every motion reflecting blinding light in all directions.

But Sylvia moved like a shadow dancing through the storm of light.

She moved.

Her chains swirled and sliced through the air, cutting, binding, and crushing every enemy that dared come close. They moved as if they had their own consciousness following the rhythm of their mistress’s steps.

“Death Step Mirage!”

Sylvia vanished in an instant, leaving behind only spiraling trails of black aura.

Within a heartbeat, she reappeared behind the enemy ranks unleashing Death Spiral, her chains whirling like a vortex of death that devoured the soul of everything it touched.

VRRMMM!

Dozens of creatures disintegrated into glowing dust, their soul energy drawn into her chains absorbed into Sylvia’s body until her eyes burned even brighter.

“Mana… fully restored,” she murmured, a faint smirk curling her lips.

“Good. Your turn.”

Behind her, Alicia lowered her staff to the ground, the lantern at its tip glowing with deep azure light.

Her voice was calm but her chant flowed like a haunting hymn rising above the screams of battle.

“Soul Chorus – Dissonant Veil.”

A wave of inaudible sound rippled across the battlefield.

The moment it touched Andromalius’s creations, their movements slowed. The glow in their eyes dimmed; their magic circuits faltered.

“Debuff complete,” Alicia murmured. “Speed reduced by seventy percent. Magic resistance is down by fifty.”

Her blue eyes gleamed, and a serene smile touched her lips.

“They’re ready for you now, Sylvia.”

Sylvia didn’t reply. She merely raised her hand.

The chains around her tensed, and dozens more erupted from her shadow. Each one vibrated, trembling like serpents tasting blood.

“Chain Technique – Guillotine Blossom!”

Hundreds of thorned chains burst from the ground at once, spinning like a blooming flower born in hell. Each petal was a blade of death.

The crystal creatures screamed as their bodies were torn apart, shattered into glittering motes that rained down like dust made of glass.

But amid the chaos, one sound cut through the destruction.

Andromalius’s laughter.

It was deep and layered like a thousand mirrors shattering at once.

“Fascinating… such beauty, for one uninvited to my realm,” the voice echoed.

“But beauty without balance… is fragile.”

The air trembled.

From Andromalius’s body, hundreds of crystal shards detached, floating upward before bursting into radiant fragments. Each fragment formed a new clone smaller, but with the same lethal power.

Alicia’s brow furrowed. “He’s replicating again and faster!”

“Leave part of it to me,” came Stacia’s calm voice from the right flank.

She stood upon cracked black earth, the pages of her grimoire spinning rapidly.

“Mana Field – Blessing of the Deep Veins.”

Purple light surged from beneath the ground like glowing roots, spreading outward.

The energy wrapped around Sylvia and Alicia, amplifying their magic, accelerating mana regeneration, and fortifying their spiritual defenses.

“Buff applied,” Stacia said coolly. “Hold the field. I’ll fracture the spatial layer to limit replication.”

“Good,” Sylvia replied briskly. “You know your role.”

The battle reignited.

Sylvia lunged forward, her chains striking with precision and force.

Alicia followed with waves of soul magic slowing, weakening, and scattering enemy coordination.

And Stacia maintained stability, her layered enchantments shielding the battlefield itself from collapse.

But Andromalius was far from idle.

He lifted one hand and the world changed.

The black ground beneath them turned into a vast mirror, reflecting everything above it. Sylvia looked down and saw her own reflection staring back.

Only, it didn’t stay still.

Her mirrored self moved, raising the same chains and attacked from below.

“…!”

Sylvia spun, forming a barrier of chains before her.

The clash of identical forces sent out shockwaves, shattering the mirrored field and scattering fragments of crystal into the air.

“Reflection… he’s mimicking my power?” Sylvia hissed.

“Correct,” Andromalius’s voice reverberated. “Such is the law of mirrors. Everything you do, I return to you.”

Sylvia smiled thinly, danger only made her calmer.

“Then,” she whispered, “I’ll do something you can’t reflect on.”

She closed her eyes.

Black aura seeped from her body thick, pulsing, expanding until it exploded outward like a flood of ink.

Death Aura fully activated.

Within a fifty-meter radius, everything became death’s dominion. The ground withered, the air decayed, light itself died.

Her mirrored self froze then cracked from within, unable to replicate the aura that devoured existence itself.

The reflection shattered into dust.

Alicia stared, breath catching. “Sylvia…”

Stacia whispered softly, “That’s not just Death Aura… that’s a Domain.”

Sylvia opened her eyes, twin red flares burning like stars.

“Yes. Now we’re equals.”

Andromalius’s crystal eyes spun slowly. From his body, the seven-colored light flared brighter, dazzling, blinding.

“You are worthy of the title Queen of Death,” he intoned.

“But let us see if a queen can surpass the mirror that judges all.”

The entire sky cracked apart.

The distant Black Mirror Palace trembled, its light rippling outward like waves on dark water. Hundreds of thousands of crystal shards hovered in the air, forming a massive ring around them.

Sylvia looked up and smiled coldly.

“Then I’ll just destroy your palace too.”

With a flick of her hand, hundreds of black chains shot skyward and downward at once forming a dome of death that sealed the battlefield.

Black energy clashed with seven-colored brilliance, tearing through the fabric of reality. The air trembled violently, as though hundreds of trapped thunders waited to erupt.

Andromalius’s radiant light collided with Sylvia’s death aura. A storm of magic split the sky, rending the underworld open. Every impact wasn’t just sound, it was pure force cracking the seams of existence.

Sylvia’s chains struck from every angle, moving faster than the eye could follow. Andromalius met them with walls of crystal, yet each hit left black scorch marks upon his mirror-like armor.

“Beauty without destruction,” Andromalius’s voice echoed, layered like a choir from the depths, “is a mirror unscarred.”

“I shall shatter you, so you may see your true reflection.”

“Try me,” Sylvia replied icily.

The chains on her back coiled together, twisting into a massive spear of thorns burning with blue-black flame.

Chains of Abyss – Form: Harbinger Spear.

She hurled it with a graceful motion, yet its speed ripped the air apart. The spear tore through the layers of Andromalius’s crystal defenses like a hot blade through wax.

CRAAASH!

The explosion shook the valley of the underworld.

The ground convulsed; massive crystal formations shattered into clouds of glowing dust.

When the smoke cleared, Andromalius still stood though half of his luminous armor was gone. Black, shimmering blood dripped from the cracks in his chest but his lips curved into laughter, not pain.

“Excellent, Queen of Death.”

“You are indeed the heir of the death domain.”

“But you forget even death casts a reflection.”

Suddenly, the battlefield warped again. The crimson sky turned into a colossal mirror.

Their reflections Sylvia, Alicia, and Stacia appeared above them. But the mirrored versions moved.

They stared back then attacked.

Sylvia turned instantly, forming a barrier of chains. Her reflection mirrored the gesture, clashing with equal strength. Chain met chain, their collision echoing like thunder inside a sealed chamber.

Alicia looked upward, her pupils reflecting her own double preparing the same spell.

“He’s creating versions of us?”

“Not just creating,” Stacia said coldly, “they are of the same power, same mind.”

Alicia’s reflection raised its staff and unleashed Soul Wave toward her. The azure surge swept through the air like a spiritual tide.

Alicia countered with Soul Barrier, but the collision sent a psychic backlash through her skull.

“This is insane,” she hissed, clutching her head. “My own magic fighting me?”

Stacia was under assault too Her reflection chanting Dimensional Fold, bending the air around her. But Stacia calmly closed her book and opened a new page.

“If I’m facing myself,” she said softly, “then only the purer version will remain.”

She pressed her hand to the page.

“Abyssal Rewrite.”

Her reflection’s spell dissolved instantly, and the mirrored sky rippled violently.

Through it all, Sylvia kept her focus on Andromalius. She knew the reflections were distractions. The true threat lay in his chest.

There, within the spinning crystals, was a single black point Unmoving.

Lifeless.

“So that’s your core,” she whispered.

The chains around her vibrated, sharpening into blades. Sylvia raised her arm high, death’s aura flooding the ground like living darkness.

“Chain Technique – Final Form: UNIFICATION.”

A blast of black energy engulfed the battlefield. The air grew heavy, time itself slowing the underworld bowing to its queen. Sylvia’s power multiplied sixfold.

Her chains spun fast enough to warp the very space around them.

Andromalius’s gaze flickered, part awe, part dread.

“Ah… true beauty, born to destroy.”

“And you,” Sylvia replied, voice low and resonant, “will be its witness.”

In the blink of an eye, she vanished. Her chains erupted from every direction piercing the air, the shadows, the reflections, even Andromalius’s own body.

Each strike rang like the tolling of death’s bell.

BOOM! BOOM!! BOOM!!!

Seven-colored light burst across the sky, raining crystal shards like stars.

The sound of shattering mirrors echoed through the desolate plain as Andromalius’s body fractured from foot to crown.

“Impossible…” his fading voice murmured. “A mirror… cannot judge… a shadow…”

Sylvia’s crimson eyes glinted coldly.

“A mirror only shows what’s on the surface,” she said quietly.

“But I…”

She raised her hand.

The final chain coiled through the air like a serpent.

“…I am the darkness beneath it.”

The chain struck straight into Andromalius’s heart.

Seven-colored light exploded outward, consuming everything in both brilliance and shadow.

When it faded, silence fell. Crystals rained softly, glittering like snow.

Alicia and Stacia stood panting, while Sylvia stood unmoving at the center, her aura slowly dimming.

The underworld was quiet once more.

Yet in the air, Andromalius’s voice still lingered a whisper, soft as breath.

“If you shatter the mirror… there will be no reflection left…”

“…and what gazes back at you will be your own darkness.”

Sylvia closed her eyes gently.

“I’ve lived in it,” she whispered back. “And I’m not afraid to see it again.”

She opened her eyes, still glowing crimson, yet deeper now. Calm and sharp as a blade newly honed.