Lich's Diary (IV)

"Great, Great Dragon dragon, we meant no offense!"

"Yes, yes, it was that lich, he bewitched us!"

The three- Eye Tyrant begged for mercy repeatedly, its tentacle-like eye stalks trembling.

Eye Tyrant despise other creatures, including other Eye Tyrant. Each Eye Tyrant being considers itself a model for its kind, while any individual who differs from it is a disgrace to the race.

But they cherish their lives.

Faced with an absolute power disparity, these Eye Tyrant knew that in order to save their lives, they had to make certain compromises and put aside their arrogance.

The eye with the tumor in the very center floated forward, its ugly face displaying a fawning expression. "Great dragon, I am the lowly Eye Tyrant Augu."

"Your figure is so majestic. A dragon like you must have a lot of treasure. I am willing to serve you free of charge, to be the guardian of your lair, and to kill all those who covet your wealth."

"Oh?"

"Just now—wasn't it you who said you were going to eat me?"

Keosius stretched out his arm, grasped the Eye Tyrant in his claws, and gently nudged it with his toes, as if playing with a ball.

The Eye Tyrant's spherical body trembled violently, but it dared not resist in the slightest.

Its face was filled with terror, and it cried out in agony, "I... I don't know! It was that lich! It was all the lich's orders!"

Keosius stroked his chin with his other free paw and said calmly, "That makes some sense."

"Yes, Great Dragon!"

"It's all that lich's fault! Spare my life, and I'll take you to settle the score with him!"

The Eye Tyrant was completely disoriented, but he still spoke excitedly, as if grasping at a last straw.

"But."

Keosius paused.

"You're too ugly."

The Red Dragon suddenly exerted its strength, clenching its claws, and unleashed a terrifying power.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and eyeballs fell out.

The arrogant Eye Tyrant was crushed and turned into a sticky, filthy lump of flesh.

"Disgusting stuff."

Keosius clapped his paws with a hint of disgust, and flames erupted from his body, burning away all the remaining flesh and slime.

"Augu died just like that!"

"This can't go on, this dragon will kill me!"

The other Eye Tyrant let out a shriek, releasing black smoke from its huge, bulging eyeballs and spewing out dark green viscous liquid from its mouth. It then flew into the black mist, trying to escape under its cover.

"Hehe."

Do you think you can escape like this?

An invisible wave spread, and the black mist that shrouded the tomb instantly dissipated, revealing the Eye Tyrant flying hastily.

A blazing Fire Bolt out.

"Aww~~"

With a wail, flames pierced through the Eye Tyrant's body and then exploded violently.

The Eye Tyrant collapsed to the ground, its entire body turning into charred ashes.

This was just a very basic trick, but in the hands of Red Dragon like Keosius, it was enough to easily kill a Eye Tyrant.

Keosius turned his head, gazing at the last remaining bewitching Eye Tyrant with his pale golden eyes, and said with a smile, "It's you left."

The Eye Tyrant trembled.

"Great dragon, I, I..."

"I know magic."

"And besides, I'm not ugly!"

The Eye Tyrant spoke in a trembling voice, and as if to prove it, it even used Polymorph to transform itself into a beautiful young woman—although still one-eyed.

Keosius observed the Eye Tyrant —indeed, compared to the other two, its skin was smoother and its eyes were less cloudy; at least among Eye Tyrant, it could be considered "delicate."

Indeed, they are flexible and adaptable.

This is quite a talent even among Eye Tyrant.

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After a moment of silence, Keosius asked, "What's your name?"

"Great dragon, my name is Kuz."

Although it has transformed into the appearance of a one-eyed girl, its voice remains as noisy and grating as ever, like the sound of metal scraping together.

"Change back and follow me."

"Yes, it's the master."

And so, the Three- Eye Tyrant were completely wiped out.

These monsters, prepared by the liches to deal with human adventurers, were utterly ineffective against the Red Dragon, a far more powerful monster.

But who could have imagined that the "intruder" was a Red Dragon nearly forty meters long? Even a lich wouldn't have guessed such a bizarre and low-probability event.

Kuz transformed back into his Eye Tyrant form, hovering nervously behind the Red Dragon, looking timid and submissive, showing none of the arrogance he had displayed when he jumped out of the secret chamber.

Kuz said ingratiatingly, "Master, that, that's the lich's Phylactery."

"I see."

Soul Weeping Castle, the lich stared intently at the Phylactery in the Magic Image, his withered face filled with despair.

"Those damn Eye Tyrant."

"And he... he's actually a dragon! How did a dragon get into this place?!"

"How could this be! All my meticulous preparations for immortality over the past centuries have been destroyed by a damned dragon!"

Suddenly, he recalled the feeling of being "discovered" earlier, and a terrible suspicion arose in his mind—

The "Embers of the Burned Emperor," who unified the Anzeta Great Wasteland and caused such a stir in recent years, was also a Red Dragon! "I've always hidden myself well, how could he have noticed me? No, it's a coincidence, it must be a coincidence!"

The lich pressed his fleshless, rotting head close to the crystal skull, staring intently at his Phylactery, the will-o'-the-wisps flickering in his eye sockets.

No, that's impossible.

"It definitely can't be him."

Suddenly, cracks appeared on the crystal skull, and then they became more and more numerous.

"Click. Click!"

The lich instinctively took a few steps back, gripping his staff tightly with his withered hand.

In the shattering Magic Image, the enormous Red Dragon raised its head, a smile appearing in its deep, pale golden pupils.

I see you.

Aurest felt an overwhelming sense of oppression emanating from across time and space, causing even this lich, who always considered himself noble, to feel an urge to submit.

The next moment, with a crisp "crash," the exquisite crystal skull shattered into pieces.

"That's impossible!"

No, no, no.

Aurest stepped back again, only to bump into the bottles and jars behind him filled with entrails and flesh, causing his thin, decaying body to fall backward to the ground.

Blood and internal organs were spilled all over the ground.

The lich used his staff to support himself as he staggered off to find spellcasting materials and prepare for battle.

The Bone Pen was still writing furiously in the diary, but this time it only wrote a short sentence, and the handwriting was particularly messy.

"He saw me!"