"Boom——"
There was only a loud sound of air bursting.
Extremely hot flames poured out from the man's palm, turning the originally dark tomb into a sea of flames. Everything in the tomb was illuminated by brilliant flames.
The firelight illuminated the man's face particularly clearly, and the Lich could even detect the playful smile on that handsome face.
The air twists and sparks fly.
Tongues of fire danced wildly.
"Ouch——"
"No, no——"
"Human! How dare you-"
The sound inside the tomb was extremely noisy.
The undead creatures, which seemed extremely terrifying to ordinary people, were wailing, screaming, and roaring. They fled in all directions, hoping to escape from the sea of fire.
But no matter how hard they struggled, they still couldn't escape the raging tongues of fire, and could only be mercilessly devoured by the flames.
The fire lasted for three minutes.
Hundreds of undead creatures had been wiped out, but there were still clusters of remaining fires burning on the floor of the tomb, and they even continued to spread.
"Crack!"
The man snapped his fingers and the flames went out.
In just a few minutes, this originally "busy" tomb became empty.
Only the walls and coffins were covered with charred marks, the ground was covered with a thin layer of ash, and the green smoke from the dissipation of the undead was everywhere.
"There are so many undead."
“In these years, I wonder how much ‘material’ has been consumed?”
The man sighed softly. He raised his hand, and a breeze blew by. The ashes were blown away, revealing a passable road in front of him.
He continued walking deeper into the tomb.
Behind him, tongues of fire swam like living creatures, eventually pouring into the gaps in the walls of the tomb, destroying the pale white skulls hidden in the dark compartments - the viciousness that could transform human remains into undead creatures. Magical weapon.
This "cannibal tomb" that has murdered countless people for hundreds of years has finally come to an end at this moment.
In the Crying Soul Castle, the will-o'-the-wisps in the Lich's eye sockets were swaying.
"Warlock."
The bone pen beside him was still writing rapidly.
"With this level of flame control ability, it is very likely that he is a legendary warlock. It's so strange. How could such a human being appear in a magical wilderness like Anzetta?"
"The situation is getting worse and worse. Maybe I should sleep as soon as possible and hide for a few hundred years - after dealing with this intruder."
The will-o'-the-wisps in Orest's eye sockets flickered, and a rotten mist emitted.
He gently stroked his skull with his withered hands and said in a cold tone: "So what if he is a legendary warlock?"
"Just a mortal."
"They still cannot escape the fate of death and their final destination - this is the despicability of mortal things, which can never be compared with an immortal existence like me."
"You will be my last prey before falling asleep."
The Lich stared at the man in the image with his empty eyes and said this.
Orest's self-confidence was not without foundation. He had long expected the intrusion of a spellcaster and had made all preparations in the tomb a hundred years in advance.
Even if it is a legendary spellcaster, the Lich is confident that it will suffer heavy losses.
The heavy stone door slowly opened.
Ahead is a dark, deep corridor with no end in sight, like a huge mouth that bites people, and the sound of howling wind can be heard from time to time.
"The Corridor of Death."
Cassius stared at the corridor with emotion.
In the previous life, this place was called the "Corridor of Death", and it was also the most disgusting level in this dungeon. Countless traps and necromancy circles were arranged in it, and they were all interlocking and quite clever.
Even the professional player group led by Singo experienced several annihilations before passing through this corridor and entering the next tomb. "I really miss it."
Cassius didn't hesitate and strode in directly.
And in the Cry of Souls Castle dozens of miles away, a certain Lich was watching all this, expecting that the human who broke into the tomb would become completely naked.
"Click!"
"Boom!"
"Bang! Bang"
"Whoosh!"
Accompanied by a series of noisy sounds.
Hundreds of mechanisms and traps in the Death Corridor were triggered one after another.
There are arrows coated with bone-corrosive venom flying in mid-air; there are steel thorns that can pierce flesh and blood protruding from the walls; there is miasma that can make people's whole bodies fester; there is acid that can turn humans into skeletons. Pool appears on the ground
But this is just the beginning.
Spells are the most deadly in this corridor.
The death arrays, fear emblems, and soul-stirring arrays painted on the ceiling and walls can inadvertently take away the lives of those who pass by.
But Cassius just walked forward calmly and leisurely, without being affected in the slightest.
Arrows, steel thorns and even venom were blocked by invisible barriers before they came into contact with his body, unable to hurt him at all.
The [Death Circle] on the wall suddenly lit up, and endless mist of death poured out from the circle. The ghosts imprisoned in it wailed, trying to take away the lives of the intruders.
However, Cassius just waved his hand and erased the formation.
The [Resurrection of the Dead] spell on the ceiling awakens hundreds of bones and remains in the corridor into undead skeletons and zombies.
They roared and rushed towards Cassius, only to be burned to ashes by the flames again.
“It’s so noisy.”
"Why does this Lich like to pile up monsters so much? He should design the Black Soul Twelve in his previous life."
"Boom!"
Cassius stamped his foot, and all the surrounding mechanisms, traps, and magic circles dimmed instantly, and finally shattered.
The entire Death Corridor suddenly became quiet, and all the noise stopped abruptly.
This corridor of death, which was once called "the most disgusting level in history" by players and had never been broken through by anyone in hundreds of years, was finally completely destroyed.
This corridor of death was supposed to torture players for several days, causing dozens of top professional players to suffer and suffer numerous casualties, but it was easily broken through by Cassius, a "cheating" guy, without even spending much effort.
Cassius continued to stride forward.
This Death Corridor is built on an underground cave and is several kilometers long.
Stone statues of men, women, and children depicting different stages of death and corruption are lined up along the walls of the inner hall. There are dozens of tombs where the dead are buried on both sides of the long corridor, and undead creatures will continuously pour out of them—— But these are not his goals.
His destination was the final resting place of Melkor's Elder Doom, located in the deepest part of the ancient tomb.
"How is that possible?"
"How could he be so relaxed?"
In the Soul Cry Castle, the Lich's voice was no longer as calm as before. It seemed that everything had nothing to do with him. Instead, it became a little anxious and even a little irrational.
Liches are indifferent to the affairs of living creatures-unless they themselves are involved.
It was no wonder that Orest was so out of his mind. After all, after passing through the Corridor of Death, the mysterious and dangerous man was not far from his phylactery.
The phylactery is the treasure that every Orest values most, and it is also the greatest secret of the Lich's immortality.
"No, it won't."
"He won't find my phylactery."
"I have many arrangements in the next tomb. Even if he is really a legendary warlock, he will not be able to escape from those spells."
"Even if he withstands all the spells, he still won't be able to find my phylactery. What's more, I have the last perfect means to hide the phylactery."
"How can these short-lived mortals, whose lives are as fragile as ants, be compared to the hundreds of years of preparation I have spent as an immortal?" (End of Chapter)