Chapter 35 Lich

The army gathered under the ramp of the cemetery, as if facing a great enemy.

There is a black fog not far away. Over the howling cemetery, ghosts walked through it, and their bodies loomed. A pair of blood-red eyes were cruel and bloodthirsty, roaring at them in a low voice. Behind the dark iron gate, there are ghosts, as if there is also an army ready to go behind it - an army of undead.

The soldiers were full of fear. They have just been removed from the battlefield. They have already been injured and physically and physically exhausted. At this time, they have to face more terrible spirits than the resurrified. The steel sword in their hands seems to be a toy to them.

"Let them be the main force... Is that okay?" These soldiers were dressed neatly, temporarily silent, and the queue was neat. But Leo always felt that they would collapse at a touch. The ghost's body can penetrate their armor and look like a shield like nothing.

The priest has arrived. They will solve these problems." The eye of insight replied.

Li Ou remembered that there was a magic that could add holy light to soldiers. If the priests do their best, I'm afraid that these soldiers will become the holy white knights of the nemesis of the dead in a short time. Therefore, Lu Yuewu raised her own doubts. But won't it be a big fanfare to mobilization so many soldiers?

"It's not too much to treat a lich." Rosie said, "He can create an army of undead with a wave of hands. What's more, there is still a huge magic array under his feet to maintain his spells.

"We are all ready, but what about the wind chaser on the Wind Rock Tower?" The Eye of Insight asked the magic tutor beside him.

The magic tutor is a middle-aged woman wearing black-framed glasses. The wind pursuer is not feeling well and tells us to obey your orders and dispatch. She said formulaically.

Do you feel unwell? That old guy should also die. Leo thought maliciously.

"I hope you can do what you say." The eye of insight withdrew from the other side, and he called the White Rose Knight, "Jazz."

Sir Kay nodded and issued an order.

The soldiers then stepped forward in trembling fear and climbed up the ramp. The priests sang hymns loudly, and the holy light in the queue was as bright as day, covering their armored swords with sacred light. The warmth of spring temporarily dispelled their fears, and the soldiers' pace gradually became firm. A group of white knights walked to the front of the queue and charged to the cemetery. The soldiers were inspired by them, and they shouted, and the sound waves seemed to make the dead in the black fog tremble. They followed immediately, rushing away like a tide. The mage cast spells, and the colorful light shines on the night sky. After drawing beautiful parabola falling into the low wall of the cemetery, he continues to create explosions and complete death.

The gate of the cemetery was quickly captured, the short and fat wall was blown down by magic, and soldiers poured into it. Then a thick black fog completely surrounded them. In the fog, the ghost screamed, the ghost shuttled, and the bone hands poked out of the mud under their feet and grabbed the soldier's ankles. The skeletons and zombies took this opportunity to get out of the black fog and threw the soldiers to the ground, like a cold puppet, scratching and gnawing without emotion. It was not until the soldiers under them stopped howling and the blood became cold. Until they became one of them that they would stop and stand up again to find the next prey.

The holy light summoned by the priest tried to win back a little disadvantage, and the soldiers were able to slowly advance. But the magic array never stops, but the holy light has an end and shadows that can never be illuminated.

"It's better to retreat as soon as it goes on like this." Rosie said, "I even tried to fight against undead creatures with the lives of soldiers. Are their heads flooded? Or do they not even have a head at all?

"They are using their lives to create opportunities for us." The eyes of insight said awe, "We have to find and destroy his life box to kill him completely."

But the question is... Where is the gold bottle now? Its hiding place is only known to the doorman, but now his soul has been mastered by the clown. Has the clown got it and kept it properly, or does he still hide it in its original place?

"It is more likely that it will still be in place." Lu Yuewu kicked down a skeleton, and the magic blade inserted into its eye socket. The fire of its soul dissipated in an instant. The clown's performance is very plain. She said, "The soul... is in the hands of others, but he can still talk and laugh with us, step by step, seduce and play with the doorman. He is very calm, so he won't look for it blindly.

Hearing her say this, Leo suddenly realized: "The golden bottle may be a conspiracy at all." It is a dangerous poison. It's like bee eggs laid on worms. He used the gold bottle to make the gatekeeper immortal, and then guessed that he would use the extraction of alchemy to put himself to sleep in the undead... He easily obtained a high-quality and powerful soul that was enough to drive the magic array.

"You mean he has planned it early?" Rosie is unbelievable.

"I agree with Leo." Lu Yuewu said, "This can explain everything. And this magic array must have been built after he returned from the ruins, and it was from then that there were all kinds of strange and terrible signs.

Liou was more surprised than them. From the handwriting of the doorman, he learned that the doorman had found a panacea. There is no doubt that there may be more than his soul in the golden bottle. If the soul of the lich remains immortal from the long Lozva era, there must be immortality in it. Except for the Oster Magic Crystal, which is fascinated by the dwarfs, there is only the stone of the sage. Leo's father also died because of the Wise Stone - but it must not be because of this golden bottle that has temporarily disappeared. When did the stone of the sage sought by alchemists become so cheap? He was confused.

"He is a lich, but who is he?" Rosie asked impatiently.

No one can answer.

But they have guessed where the golden bottle is - in the sarcophagus. The janjan hut has been destroyed, and the sarcophagus is his last shelter. He is an alchemist and is bound to put the panacea that countless alchemists are struggling to pursue in the safest place. What place is safer than the coffin of the undead? Few people can succeed in taking away the immortals - except for another immortal, a real immortal.

The soldiers opened a way for them in the layers of skeletons, and the mage's gorgeous spells cleared obstacles for them. After the priest scattered the holy light for them. They began to go deep into the cemetery.

The black fog quickly isolated them from the soldiers behind them. The magic tutor summoned a strong wind and lit up the magic ball, while the black fog was like a entity, still following closely, like a maggot of a tarded bone. The skeletons and ghouls emerging from the black fog kept hindering their progress, and the ghosts shuttled freely to show off their posture to them.

They can still deal with these. The endless dispelling agents from the eyes of insight can make the inferior undead escape, not to mention the presence of white knights and magic tutors. But the number of them is too many to kill.

"You go." The eye of insight suddenly said. His words always mean something. We are all old, and no matter how much glory we get, it's better to give it to you. Leo, don't worry, this is a must-win battle. His last voice was like a muttering. His hand stood up and looked like a sword finger.

Is that his last resort? Li Ou felt shuddered just thinking about it. The black light of the sword tower is enough to annihilate this cemetery, let all the ashes disappear, and let it see the sun again after a long time. He nodded secretly in his heart and took the medicine and bomb stuffed to him by the eye of insight.

There are wandering undead everywhere, walking in the darkness that can't be illuminated, and they can only rely on their intuition to find their direction. But the goddess of luck seems to favor them, and the deep pit is in front of them. They subconsciously accelerated their pace.

"Klegg is on top, what a big scene." The black fog in front of them suddenly dispersed, revealing the figure of Alan Hurt. I really look down on you. I thought you would retreat, but I didn't expect you to go deep alone.

Craig? Li Ou was suddenly stunned. He suddenly remembered that just hours ago, he said such a prayer in the murmur of the "clown". He believes in Clegg, whose holy emblem is the annihilation demon god of the black sun! In addition to the mage at that time, today's black dawn is also his followers! No wonder he used black magic to evoke corpses.

"Who are you?" The White Rose Knight has never seen him.

"My friends call me 'Joker', and I like the name very much. You can also call me that." The corners of his mouth trembled as if his muscles were cramped. Leo now knows that this is because the breath of the dead is corroding Alan Hurt's body, making it more and more like a dead body. But what should I call you? Sir Kay?"

"I don't know you well." The knight said coldly.

"But I know you." The clown was not in a hurry. "I know your friends, and he told me everything about you."

"What did you say?"

The Knight of Resentment? Before Leo and the others could speak.

The clown continued, "How could it be them? It's your other good friend. I just hope you haven't forgotten him, otherwise he will be sad. His mouth issued a law to summon the dead.

"Holland?" The knight recognized the resentment that appeared beside the clown at a glance, "How did you become like this?"

Joseph Holland didn't say a word. He suddenly disappeared into the shadow, and the next second he appeared in front of the knight, and the sharp blade came quietly. When the knight waved his sword to block it, he suddenly realized, "You killed Sir Albert!"

"He's just for revenge." The clown said with a smile, "Sir Kay, do you know why?"

The wounded knight struggled to resist under Joseph Holland's wind-like attack and retreated step by step. He was completely speechless. And the clown's fingers were ready to move, and the magic surged around him, which made them dare not act rashly.

"He is at my command, and I give him strength. Fair exchange." The clown explained, "What about you?" He looked back at Leo, "My friends? You can also give me something, and I will let you go safely.

Do you want to negotiate with the lich? Li Ou felt unimaginable. Except for gods, probably no one can negotiate with lichs who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years. Their thoughts can't be guessed. What a good choice." He took a deep breath and made up his mind to go straight. Of course, I will agree to such a good condition. But you don't want what I give, and you don't want to give what I want.

"You want a gold bottle, I know. It's my life box." The clown narrowed his eyes, "But... I can give it to you, because this land is enough to make me live forever." He opened his arms and said, "What a wonderful death, and there is a continuous stream of vitality."

"You use the magic array to cast black magic to provide nourishment for your survival."

"Miss, you are very smart." He praised Rosie.

What responded to him was a cold hum.

The clown doesn't care. Where there is life, there is death. The price of immortality is the life of others. As an alchemist, you should understand what equivalent exchange is.

"I'd rather not do such an equivalent exchange."

"But I can't give up. You don't know what it means."

"What does it mean?"

The clown sighed, "A country of the dead will not be destroyed."

"I don't think it can even survive tonight." Leo inspires magic bombs. The surging magic washed their bodies, making the magic in their bodies chaotic and violent. The clown could not cast a spell, and even Joseph Holland's body became looming. He jumped up with Lu Yuewu, and the magic sword cut the "clown" in the neck. The sword cut the skin and muscles, but touched the bones and made a dull metal impact sound. They retreated quickly and stuffed the hellfire bomb into the robe of the clown.

The explosion was deafening, and the flames splashed around, wrapping the "clown" in it. Leo hoped to hurt him a little. However, when the flame subsided, although the "clown"'s clothes were ruined, his body was dilapidated, and blood and internal organs kept pouring out of the big hole in his chest, he still stood upright.

"What a bad mood." The clown complained, "You have to change my body again."

They look solemn and don't know what to do.

The clown shook his body and abandoned all the internal organs that hung outside. You rejected my proposal. Then there is no need to let you go. I wanted to ask for some small things, so I gave up, but since you have made the same choice as Jerry Ti, I will personally ask your souls.

However, a dazzling light suddenly lit up not far away, as if the terrible explosion of the whole armory was ignited, and the sound instantly swallowed them up. They fell to the ground. In the face of the fierce wind and the stones wrapped in them, they had no time to cover their faces with their hands. Only the "clown" looked there sluggishly. If Leo remembers correctly, it is the pit where the magic array is located.

"Who, who is it!" The clown roared crazily, and the magic surged around his body, but the magic turbulence caused by the explosion of the magic array was unruly at this time, completely devouring his body and hitting his soul. The bones that had not been hurt before made a harsh creaking sound and collapsed from under the muscles under their gaze and shattered one by one. The clown suddenly collapsed to the ground, depressed, unable to move, and couldn't even say a word.

The resentful knight, already shaped by magic, has almost become a virtual shadow at this time. The White Rose Knight gasped violently, "Lio..." Before he finished his words, a figure stunned it with one palm, and then stabbed Joseph Holland's body with a dark sword, completely relieved him from the wailing.

They stared nervously at the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared, and they were shocked that they had a relationship with each other.

"Ghost' Edsey?"

"I'm so glad you can still remember me. Leo... Sir." He bowed deeply, "Are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"

"Are you the one who destroyed the magic array?" They were shocked. But... why?' Clown'... Isn't the Lich also an admirer of the Black Sun, a believer of Clegg?

"You know us very well." "Ghost," said Edsey, "we are indeed the sons of demons. However, there are always some people who are liked, and some guys are annoying. This guy is too dishonest and relies on his old man. He forgot that this is not the Lozva era he was in. He kicked the clown and gently circled the clown's eyes with a thin sword, as if he was looking for a suitable position to start. No one likes him. It's better to let him rest in peace. Everyone is saving trouble."

So they simply destroyed the "clown" action? But this kind of incident is completely black morning, 100% in line with their beliefs. For them, this is an outstanding event. Haven't you always wanted to slaughter the alchemists and attract the Fengyan Tower and the Sword Tower to turn against each other? Li Ou asked, "Why do you want to help us this time?" Doesn't what he did exactly what you meant? Spread fear, create chaos, and then cause killing.

"You really misunderstood us. Our purpose is just to make the gods happy. He defended.

"The god is dead." Rosie reminded coldly.

"This is not the case for us." He doesn't seem to want to say more, "Anyway, this guy is both annoying and overdoing. His means will make our gods even more angry. If the gods are angry, no one can afford it.

This is completely different from everyone's impression of Black Dawn!

"Bear!" The clown cursed in a low voice under his sword.

"The coward is going to kill you." After saying that, a sword pierced his eye. The thin sword in his hand suddenly beat electric light and annihilated his mind. The golden bottle is under the sarcophagus. After he finished speaking, he nodded to them and planned to leave. Remember to erase his soul for me. Miss Mage, I don't need to teach you."

"You should know what's in it."

"The Stone of the Wise. I know." Edsey, like his nickname, his figure gradually blurred, only his figure came. To put it unpleasantly, the treasure in your eyes is like garbage to us and can be discarded casually. It's for you." He said.