Subduing the Lich

The Lich knelt on the ground, the will-o'-the-wisp flickering in his eye sockets, and his thin body wrapped in a rotten robe trembled violently.

"Your Majesty, it's me."

"Nothing but."

Keosius interrupted him again and used a little force in his claws.

The wooden box actually deformed slightly and made a "crunching" sound, which made the Lich feel his mind tremble and his body tremble even more.

"Surrender, or die, there is nothing else you can do."

"Honestly, I'd love to kill you."

Keosius's faint voice echoed in the messy hall. Every time he said a word, the atmosphere in the hall became more solemn.

"Think about it, your rotten soul that has been maintained for hundreds of years by Necromantic Secrets - what kind of emotions will emerge at the moment it is destroyed by me, and how ugly it will be."

Red Dragon suddenly grabbed his free left paw.

"Wow!"

With a crisp sound, the Crystal Lampss inside the Soul Weeping Castle were broken one after another, and the Wronged Soulss imprisoned inside cried and escaped.

"No!"

"I, I surrender!"

"Don't kill me!"

The Lich's body shrank sharply, looking a little funny. He really thought his Phylactery had been crushed - he didn't see the calm look he had when he was confident of winning not long ago.

Those who pursue eternal life fear death most.

Aurest The last time he was so scared was three hundred years ago, when he found out that he was about to die of old age.

During that time, he pursued a way to extend his life at all costs, and finally discovered a way to transform himself into a lich from the tomb of Myrkul Doom Elder.

He succeeded.

In order to survive forever, he abandoned his life and turned to the path of immortality to become a lich.

However, this is not true eternity after all. The Lich's Phylactery is their biggest weakness. Once Phylactery is destroyed, the Lich's corrupt soul will also be destroyed - Aurest is worried about this.

Therefore, during these hundreds of years, he exhausted almost all his energy to protect his Phylactery, and continued to collect souls to complete the mission of Myrkul.

But now, all is lost.

Dragon Emperor, who ruled the North, carried his unstoppable power and easily destroyed everything about him, and held his most cherished life in his claws.

The lich knelt on the ground, curled up into a ball, and kept muttering, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

"Please, I don't want to die."

All the images of the past emerged in his soul, including the high spirits when he became a mage, the debauched days spent in the castle, the fear when he realized that he was about to die, and the caution after transforming into a lich. For him -

Existence is meaning.

Living is everything.

Everything is meaningless if it cannot exist in the world.

In order to pursue immortality, he can make the beautiful and kind-hearted Elf into Banshee, or he can sacrifice his most loyal slaves to Evil God, or even abandon his entire body and embrace the immortal lich.

That being the case.

So surrendering to a giant dragon and devoting everything to him doesn't seem to be an unacceptable choice.

In the face of existence, freedom is insignificant - at least to the Lich Aurest.

He raised his head, and the green flames were still flickering in the empty eye sockets, revealing endless pleading. He raised the [Myrkul's Bone Scepter] in his hand high and offered it like a believer offering a gift to the gods.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to surrender to you."

"As long as you allow me to continue to live in the world, I am willing to dedicate Bewildering Valley and Soul Weeping Castle to you."

Keosius smiled, took a step forward, stretched his wings slightly, and the huge shadow cast by it completely enveloped the lich.

"Very good, Aurest."

"You made the right choice."

The scepter rose into the air and fell into Keosius's claws.

Set against the huge size of Red Dragon, this staff looks like a toothpick.

This is the "artifact" that the players in the previous life almost got. After the lich was killed by the players in the previous life, Myrkul's bone hand stretched out from the void and retrieved the scepter.

But now Anzeta has become the empire of Keosius, and even the gods cannot easily get involved.

He carefully observed the scepter and saw that its entire body was pale white and was made up of spines.

On the top of the scepter is a skull representing Myrkul Holy Symbol. The skull was dug out and a dark Negative Energy magic stone was embedded.

[Myrkul's Bone Scepter]

Quality: Legend

Creator: Ferouz Bradford

"Know me, fear me. My embrace is open to all, it is patient but reliable. Death will always find you. My hand is everywhere - there is no door that I cannot enter, and there is no guard against me. - Lord of Bones, Myrkul"

Effect:

[Undead Scourge] [Awaken Higher Undead]

[Undead Scourge]

9th level necromancy

Release powerful necromantic power, evoking all skeletons within range into skeletons under your control.

[Awaken Higher Undead]

8th level necromancy

The advanced version of summoning the undead can create shadows, bound spirits, ghosts, Revenants and other different levels of Undead Creatures.

Keosius was playing with this scepter. He didn't understand necromancy, but he could feel the Negative Energy surging in it - this thing was definitely worth a lot of money.

"Aurest, I see your sincerity."

The Lich breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously, "Well, Your Majesty, now that I have become your subject."

"So... my Phylactery?"

Keosius glanced at him, chuckled and said, "Since you want to dedicate everything to me, doesn't the scope of 'everything' include your Phylactery?"

"Still"

His voice suddenly became cold.

"You want to break our contract?"

The lich was so frightened that he knocked his head to the ground again and said repeatedly, "Misunderstanding! Your Majesty! I definitely didn't mean this!"

"That's good."

"Haha, you should feel honored. Without me, your ridiculous tomb will be breached sooner or later, and your Phylactery will be destroyed."

"Don't worry, I have put your Phylactery in an absolutely safe place. It is under my personal control. No one can destroy it——"

Keosius deliberately slowed down his tone.

"Unless you disobey my orders and provoke me to take action myself."

The threat in these words was palpable, but the Lich did not dare to resist at all.

Aurest had no choice but to show a flattering smile on that sunken face that was uglier than crying, and responded smoothly:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Your kindness. I will never forget it."

The opponent dug up the grave, took away Phylactery, and even beat him to his lair. In the end, he had to say thank you, and the "victim" was an extremely evil lich.

——It can only be said that this is indeed a magical world.