"The fingers of an ogre, the scales of a hydra, the heart of a snowman."
"Soul-Eating Grass"
"The Banshee's Feather"
The Lich was muttering to himself while he was rummaging through the boxes anxiously.
Several more bloody palms were waving in the air, helping him find the necessary casting materials like living creatures.
The entire Soul Cry Castle became active, and there were wandering ghosts, armored death guards, flying heads, and putrid zombies looking for him everywhere.
Oreste was now extremely convinced that the giant dragon had discovered him!
An existence at the level of an ancient red dragon is about to come to Soul Cry Castle. What’s even more frightening is that the red dragon is still holding his phylactery in its hands. He must be fully prepared to deal with all this!
Naturally, the Lich had also imagined the extreme situation of the phylactery being stolen.
He memorized many insidious and vicious spells, such as [Ghost Spell] and [Death Search], which were basically used to curse the person who stole the phylactery and recover his own phylactery.
"There is still a chance, there is still a chance, this is not a fatal situation"
"That's just a greedy red dragon."
"Dragon, this kind of creature is the most greedy. Maybe, maybe I only need to pay a trivial gold coin to redeem my life box."
He said to himself.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the ground shook, and the entire Soul Cry Castle was shaking violently. The bottles and cans on the shelves fell one after another, and even the Lich was a little unsteady.
Small pieces of stone and chandeliers fell from the ceiling.
"What, what's going on?"
"Impossible!"
"The Soul Cry Castle is obviously full of restrictions. I have deployed hundreds of protective spells. How can anyone get in?"
He felt the fluctuations in space.
The lich was furious, hissing and roaring hoarsely, and the bloody severed hands were trembling because of the owner's anger, for fear of being eaten by the lich.
Suddenly, the undead creatures froze and stood on the spot.
"You trash!"
"This, this is."
Orest cursed and turned around, his thin body also froze in place, and his whole body began to tremble.
I saw that red dragon easily tearing apart space, ruthlessly tearing through countless restrictions, and then appeared majestically in the hall of Soul Cry Castle, occupying most of the space in the hall, and crushing countless samples, potions and equipment.
Vicious spells were automatically triggered one after another. Distorted human faces, blurred ghost figures, and thick black mist came from all directions, but the red dragon just waved its wings lightly.
"Ouch——"
"Ahhhh——"
"Woooooooooo——"
The invisible force field flickered, and all the curses around him disappeared along with the sounds of wails and screams.
The red dragon looked down at the Lich condescendingly, holding an ordinary-looking wooden box in his claws.
——That is Oreste's phylactery, the source of his immortality, the box that binds his soul to the main material plane, and the only way to kill him completely.
Cassius grinned, showing a ferocious smile, looking down at him condescendingly with his pale golden pupils.
"Orest."
"Finally I see you."
"You seem to like spying?"
Orest held the staff and looked up, with a forced smile on his withered, rotten face. "It's such an honor for you to know me."
"Your Majesty the Emperor, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. That mausoleum is actually the place where I store my life box. Those mechanisms and beholders are used to guard against ignorant mortals. A great being like you, Definitely disdain"
"No."
Cassius interrupted.
"Lich, there is never any misunderstanding. This is why I am here."
He played with the phylactery in his hand, and every move made Orest frightened - if there was even the slightest mistake, his soul would be completely destroyed, and by then his hundreds of years of savings would have become a joke. .
The Lich was uneasy. He could feel his soul trembling in the phylactery: "Your Majesty, what do you want?"
"We've never had any trouble, so you need something."
"Whether it's gold coins, spells or my experimental results, I'm willing to give them everything I have, as long as you can raise your hand and return the life box to me."
he said carefully.
Cassius shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "It's not up to you to decide."
"It doesn't matter whether there are holidays or not."
"In fact, your existence is unreasonable to me and needs to be eliminated. I will not allow any uncontrolled force to appear in the Burning Ember Empire - not to mention that this force may also endanger the security of the empire. A natural disaster of undead.”
Orest lowered his head and responded: "Your Majesty, you are a bit too tough. I settled in Anzetta hundreds of years ago, and I not only represent myself, but also represent the Lord of Bones. Will.”
The Lich rubbed the staff, revealing the pale white skull emblem on it, and the empty eye sockets were particularly deep.
That staff is [Merkor's Scourge Staff] with a hint of divinity
He was communicating with the Lord of Bones, seeking protection from the god who made him a lich, and fighting against the terrifying dragon in front of him.
"Orest."
The pale white skull began to twist.
"Haha."
"Even gods cannot put their hands into the Ember Empire."
Cassius sneered, and the power of [Imperial Realm] dropped, completely cutting off the connection between the scepter and Melkor, and making Oreste look desperate.
Within the Empire of Burning Ember, the Emperor has a status comparable to that of a god, even powerful enough to block Melkor's divine power.
"Lich, stop struggling feebly, I will only give you two choices."
The red dragon raised its claws and slowly lifted the phylactery under the extremely nervous and anxious gaze of the lich.
"Choose to surrender to me, obey the control of the Ember Empire, and dedicate everything you have - including yourself."
"Or is it"
He exerted a little force, and the sharp claw tips touched the wooden shell of the phylactery, and seemed about to penetrate it.
"No——"
The Lich couldn't help but let out a scream and fell to the ground feebly, because he felt the extreme fear of his soul, which was the fear of facing death.
Since turning into a lich, Oreste had not felt such fear for hundreds of years.
He could truly feel that the red dragon really dared to destroy his phylactery!
He will really die!
Once that sharp claw really penetrates, the Lich's soul will be destroyed, and his life that has been maintained for hundreds of years will also be destroyed.
Fortunately, the red dragon stopped at the last moment when it was about to pierce the phylactery.
Cassius glanced contemptuously at the fallen lich and continued.
"Choose complete demise." (End of Chapter)