"Ron, no matter how powerful, how brilliant, and how admirable you were during your lifetime."
"After all, you still failed to block the sharp blade called time."
Lich's whispers are full of hatred, almost roaring.
"Now you have turned into the dust of history, but the hatred between us is far from over."
"Wait! Wait for me to log in again to the Legendary Realm."
"Your descendants, those successors with your dirty blood flowing through them; your people, those foolish lambs who once cheered for you and worshiped you as a god; your kingdom, that dirty land built on the bones of the Balat Kingdom!"
"They will all pay the heaviest price for what you have done."
"The hatred of killing one's life, the hatred of destroying the country! Even if a thousand years pass, even if my soul has completely decayed... I, Phillips, will never forget it!"
He slowly stroked the surface of the crystal ball with the palm of his hand that only had pale phalanges left. The bright and vibrant scene in Creekwood Territory was reflected inside, which was completely different from the dead silence he was in.
At this time, if there are any scholars who are familiar with the historical origins of Federation here.
You will definitely be shocked when you hear a few words coming out of his mouth.
Ron.
Full name Ron·Lothern.
It was the Legendary Realm who almost single-handedly created Federation, who was honored as Lothern Saint-King by later generations.
As for Phillips, it was Legendary Realm Necromancer that had frightened countless enemies in the country named Butler Kingdom that had long been buried in the dust of history eight hundred years ago.
However, that is already a thing of the distant past.
Lothern Saint-King was not born invincible.
On his magnificent journey of opening up new territories, he encountered many powerful enemies and resolved numerous difficult crises.
Butler Kingdom is one of the toughest pieces to crack.
With the strong rise of Saint King, the royal capital of Butler was eventually crushed by Iron Hoof of Lothern. The flag of the kingdom was permanently broken, and the territory was merged into the territory of Federation.
Time flies and the sea changes.
Nowadays, the Balat Kingdom has long been reduced to a vague footnote in historical documents, and the all-powerful Legendary Realm Necromancer Phillips... has long since fallen under the sword of Saint King, turning into the Lich body that is neither human nor ghost.
Going back eight hundred years ago, Federation had not yet been established, and countries were fighting for the rich resources of Ser Wilderness.
Phillips once used the power of one person to control Undead Legion, and was invincible and brilliant on the wilderness battlefield.
However, he met the young Lothern Saint-King who had just set foot in the Legendary Realm and was showing off his talents.
Although young, Saint King at that time had already demonstrated terrifying strength and extraordinary military acumen in sweeping all directions.
In a crucial battle, Saint King cleverly showed weakness to the enemy, luring Phillips to lead the undead army in deep pursuit.
When Phillips was eager to win and slightly exposed his true identity hidden in the military formation, Saint King suddenly burst out with all his hidden power, forcibly breaking through the layers of the Undead Legion's guards with thunderous momentum, and finally beheaded and killed the powerful Necromancer!
However.
Although the young Saint King had decisively killed and beheaded powerful enemies pointed at by his sword, he ultimately lacked the sophistication and experience he would have later.
Necromancer wanders the boundary between life and death all year round, peering into the taboo mysteries of life.
Under Saint King's fatal attack, Phillips's body did die, but his existence did not end completely.
Before this Necromancer participated in the tragic wilderness war, he had already secretly refined the life-saving [Phylactery] for himself just in case.
The death of the physical body triggered his preset spell.
His soul was preserved and eventually transformed into Lich, reborn in the form of an undead.
However, this evil transformation does not come without a price.
After becoming Lich, Phillips's soul became extremely weak due to the attack of Saint King and the loss of the transformation ritual, and had to fall into a long forced sleep to stabilize this state of neither life nor death.
This sleep lasted three hundred years.
When his consciousness finally woke up on a dead night more than five hundred years ago, he tried to regain his former glory.
He was shocked to find that the world had been turned upside down!
The Kingdom of Balat, which he fought so hard for and protected, has been reduced to ashes and has completely become a cold page in the history books.
What's even scarier is.
The fresh, warm, and emotional soul of human beings is being continuously eroded and assimilated by the cold body of Lich. His emotions are becoming darker and darker day by day, and he is becoming more cruel and violent day by day!
The human way of thinking and emotional logic that once belonged to Phillips.
Like a sandcastle, it continues to disintegrate and collapse under the waves of undead consciousness.
He was eager to take revenge while he was still conscious.
However, when Saint King was alive, his reputation was at its peak, and Federation was as stable as a rock.
Phillips knows very well that with the body of Lich, who has not yet recovered and whose soul state is extremely unstable, rashly showing up to take revenge is tantamount to striking a stone with an egg and seeking death.
He did not dare to reveal his existence.
He can only be like a rat in the gutter, hibernating in an inaccessible corner of Ser Wilderness for a long time, relying on intermittent sleep to slow down the rate at which his soul is completely assimilated into the essence of the undead, silently accumulating strength, and waiting for the opportunity for revenge.
Until not long ago, news of the death of Saint King reached his lurking lair.
He immediately had a premonition that Federation, which had lost this Optimus Prime, would fall into a torn apart civil strife.
He decided not to lie dormant anymore, but to take advantage of this God-given opportunity where Federation's control over the wilderness was reduced to a minimum, to harvest souls here, restore strength, regain the position of the Legendary Realm, and then start to carry out the Bloodshed revenge that he had been planning for the Lothern Kingdom for hundreds of years!
"Molten Iron Tribe...Creekwood Territory..."
Phillips rubbed the surface of the crystal ball with his pale finger bones, and Soulfire in his eyes flickered and jumped, faintly burning.
For undead creatures, the souls of intelligent beings are the finest delicacies, far more nourishing than the souls of ferocious beasts and monsters.
Among them, human souls with rich emotions and clear thinking are the most delicious and nourishing.
The next level is monster souls like Ogre and Gnoll, which possess rudimentary intelligence and savage emotions.
And the top soul feast is the soul of the dragon! The majestic origin of life and the ancient dragon soul are enough to make any high-level undead go crazy.
Today's Ser Wilderness is certainly full of war and chaos.
However, those places where a large number of intelligent creatures gather are mostly strategic locations heavily guarded by major kingdoms and are difficult to provoke easily.
And Creekwood Territory is an outlier.
In Lich's perception, it is like a bright light suddenly appearing in the dark wasteland, which is particularly bright and attractive.
Moreover, he has conducted preliminary exploration and testing before, and can confirm that Molten Iron Tribe's guard strength is indeed not weak, and there are many powerful biological auras, but there is not a strong enough presence to stop his torrent of undead.
"Humans, monsters, dragons."
His eyes greedily scanned every figure in the crystal ball, as if he was counting his own property.
"Don't even think about running away... All living souls are in my possession, and I won't let them go!"
"Jiejie... hahaha..."
Phillips couldn't help but let out a hoarse and twisted laugh at first, which was completely unlike the weird laughter that humans can make. But then, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and his laughter suddenly stopped, and then deliberately restrained it, trying to make the laughter a little more normal.
After transforming into Lich, he found himself increasingly uncontrollably inclined to use this creepy weird smile.
This is never a good sign.
This means that his soul is degenerating at an accelerated pace, and his human part is being continuously eroded by the cold instincts of the undead.
It is true that the transformation into Lich gives Spellcaster a life form almost like Immortal Realm.
But the price paid behind it is heavier than imagined.
Time is Lich's most abundant capital and also its most deadly poison.
Lich's body will continue to exert reverse influence and distort his soul, subtly changing his way of thinking, emotional patterns and behavioral logic.
As time goes by.
The human memories, emotions, ways of thinking... and even his self-awareness belonging to Phillips will be bit by bit eaten away and covered by the undead will carried by this immortal body, until they are completely obliterated.
Eventually.
The Legendary Realm Necromancer Phillips who once loved the kingdom, studied magic, and had joys and sorrows will completely disappear, and will be replaced by a cold and pure undead Lich who only follows the instinct of the undead and pursues death and soul.
Phillips fears this change.
Deep down in his heart, he still stubbornly identifies with his human identity, and transforming into Lich is just a last resort for him to survive under the sword of Saint King.
He cannot accept that his mind has been completely changed.
That means the second, truly complete death, Phillips's death as a human being.
What's more important.
He would never allow himself to forget that unforgettable hatred.
If the soul is completely transformed and becomes the mind of the undead, by then, he may no longer be able to understand the emotions of national hatred and hatred that belong to the living, and his revenge will lose all meaning.
The cold logic of the undead cannot bear the blazing grudges of the human world.
But this is an irreversible process.
After all, from the moment he completed the transformation ceremony, his life form has been anchored. He is now Lich and no longer a human being.
The only hope lies in regaining the power of the Legendary Realm.
"As long as I return to the Legendary Realm, the essence of my soul will be sublimated and become tough enough to better resist the assimilation of the undead body."
"Although this transformation will still proceed imperceptibly, the time dimension of the entire process will be greatly lengthened."
"I will have enough time to complete my revenge on the Lothern Kingdom and make Ron's bloodline pay the price!"
As if to comfort himself, Phillips took a deep breath of the cold air filled with Negative Energy in the cave.
Immediately afterwards, he put down the crystal ball in his hand, put his skeletal hand into his wide black robe, and slowly took out a strange staff carved from the pale bones of some unknown creature, with a huge emerald inlaid on the top.
He began to wave his staff and recited the hoarse and ancient Undead incantation, and his voice caused ominous echoes in the cave.
"The bones of the dead that were buried beneath this earth!"
"O lost soul that once roamed this wilderness!"
"Wake up!!!"
"Answer your master's call! Tear apart the shroud of decay! Break free from the bonds of the earth! Return from your slumber!!"
Buzz--!
An invisible but majestic spiritual ripple, filled with the breath of death, spread rapidly as he chanted and waved his staff, sweeping through every corner of the cave.
Deep in this huge and dark underground cave, the originally strong and biting aura of the evil undead became as thick as substance.
Immediately afterwards.
One o'clock... two o'clock... ten o'clock... hundred o'clock...
Star-studded, deep and dangerous lights lit up one after another in the deepest darkness of the cave, from near to far.
No!
That's not a light.
That is the cold and ruthless soul fire burning in the eyes of undead creatures. They are the eyes of the undead.
For hundreds of years.
Every time Phillips briefly wakes up from slumber, he will secretly collect the remains of powerful creatures left in the wilderness or deliberately hunted, and transport them to the depths of this secret lair.
On the one hand, it can continuously increase the concentration of Negative Energy here and nourish itself; on the other hand, it can use Undead spells to gradually refine and transform these powerful corpses into undead warriors who obey his orders, silently accumulating the power of revenge.
He is Lich, but before that, he was first a great warlock proficient in the Undead school!
The true power of Necromancer never lies in fighting alone. Their terror lies in their ability to form an army by one person, to support war with battle, to set off an overwhelming swarm of undead Calamity, and to use an endless sea of skeletons and terrifying monsters to drown all enemies who dare to block it!
After hundreds of years of dormancy and accumulation in secret.
Under this Ser Wilderness that has never stopped bleeding and dying, Phillips has quietly accumulated an army of the Undead Legion with an astonishing scale, a wide variety of types, and exuding a terrifying aura!
Hundreds of years of patience and waiting are just for today's rise!
"No one can stop me! No one can!"
"Jie Jie... Hahaha... Jie Jie Jie... Ron! Just wait! Not only will I destroy everything you protect, I will also find your burial place, dig up your grave, and transform your corpse into the lowest undead, humiliating you forever!"
Phillips's shrill laughter sounded uncontrollably again, echoing repeatedly in the underground cave.
As the laughter gradually subsided, he put down the crystal ball reflecting the scene of Creekwood Territory, and continued to prepare spell rituals to strengthen and consolidate the newly awakened undead in preparation for the subsequent battle.
For one Lich and one Necromancer.
As long as there is not a powerful being among the enemies who can break through countless guards and behead and kill him, then he is invincible.
Those dragons of the Molten Iron Tribe obviously do not have such power.
He will start from Creekwood Territory, set off a tide of undead sweeping the wilderness, and then return to the Legendary Realm!