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Phillips dragged the weak body of Lich through the dark and silent wilderness silently.
Soulfire, which represents Soul Origin, is swaying weakly in the empty eye sockets, and its light is many times dimmer than when it came.
"Damn Red Iron Dragon... damn Creekwood Territory..."
"I will definitely come back!"
Thinking that the huge Undead Legion that he had spent hundreds of years and devoted countless efforts to accumulate was destroyed in a short period of time, Phillips couldn't help but curse again, which contained deep fear and fear of Red Iron Dragon, but also mixed with greed and desire.
Able to leapfrog and penetrate Legendary Realm's defense.
Even with the vast knowledge and extraordinary vision of Phillips, who was once Legendary Realm, he has only heard of one example in the long years.
--Lothern Saint-King!
That powerful being, when he was still at level 20, in order to verify the limit of his own strength and to personally experience the powerful power of the Legendary Realm, he resolutely launched a challenge to a real Legendary Realm at level 21.
After an earth-shattering fierce battle.
Saint King crossed the huge chasm-like gap between mortal beings and Legendary Realm, showing extraordinary power.
Although he failed to achieve a decisive final victory, he successfully fought to a tie with the strong Legendary Realm.
Even so, the power displayed by Lothern Saint-King is enough to win countless awe-inspiring looks and plant deep fear in the hearts of many powerful people.
Phillips had carefully explored Life Level of Red Iron Dragon in previous battles.
Level 17, which is roughly equivalent to a mid-adult Gold Dragon.
Although his own Legendary Realm strength is indeed far from being comparable to that of his heyday, the other party is also far from reaching the level of Mortal Peak, level 20.
"That damn giant dragon, if we let him grow to level 20."
"No way, he can really defeat a real Legendary Realm who is in perfect condition head-on!"
"If he continues to grow without hindrance, perhaps one day he will become the unprecedented king of Evil Dragon, and another extremely powerful Primordial Giant Dragon after Sky-Shielding Wings."
"And this means that if I can manage to control him, then I will have an unprecedented opportunity to surpass my previous peak and reach a new height that even I have never imagined!"
Phillips's eyes burst out with greedy light.
More than a thousand years old is a good age to strive for counterattack!
He secretly made up his mind.
After he has successfully adjusted his condition and regrouped, he must do everything he can to get back to the Legendary Realm realm as soon as possible at any cost. Then, he must concentrate all his strength to win down the Red Iron Dragon that caused him heavy losses but was so coveted in one fell swoop.
He imagined the future beautifully in his mind, while silently traveling through the dark forests and rolling hills.
Finally, the time came to midnight.
This Necromancer arrived at an extremely secluded steep cliff covered with layers of vines.
"In the name of the dead, open the passage!"
Phillips chanted the spell in a hoarse voice.
As the spell fell, the thick and twisted vines on the cliff squirmed like living creatures and quickly retreated to both sides. Then, the surface of the mountain covered by the vines silently cracked a gap, revealing the bottomless lacquer Black Hole hole.
Phillips didn't hesitate at all and got in immediately.
The vines behind him quickly closed up and returned to their original shape, and the cracked mountain healed again as if it was alive, perfectly covering the entrance, as if it had never appeared before.
The inside of the cave extends all the way down, and the Negative Energy in the air gradually becomes rich and viscous as it goes deeper. The cold and humid environment makes Lich feel a little more comfortable.
He followed the familiar path in his memory and walked in twists and turns for a long time. After passing through several passages full of traps and several empty secret rooms, he finally reached the deepest part of the cave.
The scene here suddenly becomes clearer.
The walls are inlaid with countless dove egg-sized crystals that emit a faint blue light, illuminating the entire space in an eerie way.
Under the blue light, there are rows of elite undead guards who stand silently and solemnly like sculptures, piles of bones of various creatures, experimental subjects soaked in huge glass containers that emit pungent smells, and a mysterious altar carved from a single piece of obsidian in the center of the cave.
In the center of the altar, a crystal box about the size of a fist and made of unknown material was quietly suspended.
That is Phylactery of Lich Phillips, the ultimate core of his existence.
After returning to this lair cave that he had managed for countless years, especially after seeing the intact Phylactery, Phillips's tense nerves finally relaxed and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
He walked towards the altar where his Phylactery was stored, stepped over the steps, and slowly extended his withered palm to Phylactery.
As long as he touches Phylactery, he can absorb the Negative Energy and Soul Origin stored in it, repair the damaged soul and body, and slowly restore his condition.
Without any warning, a figure quietly emerged from the shadows beside the altar.
Flower Lord Xia'er, like a ghost, strolled out of the folds of space. With a speed that Phillips had no time to react, he slashed the cross sword in his hand with incomparable precision, cutting through the Defense Rune set up around the altar.
"Sorry, Mr. Lich."
Xia'er's slender fingers reached out like lightning and grasped the crystal Phylactery. A smile appeared on his handsome face, "This thing doesn't belong to you now."
"You--?!"
The Soulfire in Phillips's eyes seemed to have been hit by a strong wind, swaying violently and almost bursting!
He didn't expect that this Boundary Walker Pathway would be following him all the time.
Space spells require a lot of talent, and they are the most difficult type along with time spells. There are many Legendary Realm warlocks who know nothing about space.
Phillips, as a warlock who specializes in Necromancy, is not good at space, but he is well aware of the terrifying ability of space. Therefore, at the key nodes of this underground cave, he also set up some traps and warning spells involving the space level, just to prevent someone like Xia'er from sneaking closer through space means.
However, even though he specializes in the art, his spatial skills are still somewhat inferior.
All those traps were discovered and avoided by Boundary Walker Pathway, so much so that Phillips was not able to detect the slightest sign of being tracked during the entire process of returning to the lair.
"Give me back Phylactery!!"
The fear instantly turned into rage. Lich suddenly raised his withered claws, and a jet-black death ray that was condensed to the extreme shot out and shot at Xia'er.
However, Xia'er's figure had already turned into a faint shadow and disappeared.
The death ray only penetrated the afterimage he left behind, and hit the obsidian altar behind him hard.
Xia'er did not try to hide in the cracks of space again, but kept using short-distance flashes and quickly fled towards the outside of the cave.
It's not that he doesn't want to hide and run away, it's just that he can't.
Hiding in the cracks of space and staying still, and walking continuously through complex spatial structures are two completely different concepts, and the consumption is very different.
The former consumes very little.
The latter, especially following a Legendary Realm Lich and evading its space alert, is also an extremely heavy burden for the current Xia'er. It has already made him haggard and consumes huge energy. It is no longer possible to support the high-intensity Spatial Walk in a short period of time.
"Chase! Chase him! Kill him! Take back Phylactery!!"
Looking at the back that kept flashing away in the passage, Lich roared hysterically, and Soulfire burned crazily with extreme anger and fear.
In an instant, all the silent undead guards in the cave suddenly rioted!
Skeleton warriors climbed up from the ground and walls, brandishing dangerous weapons; the Wraith banshee let out a piercing scream and passed directly through the wall; an abominable beast made of countless corpses, exuding a foul smell, smashed the stone door on the side and rushed out with a roar.
Phillips himself also suppressed his weakness and staggered to keep up, with the Soulfire in his eyes almost gushing out.
Even if I was really crushed by Red Iron Dragon with one claw, it would be better than having Phylactery taken away from me now.
As long as Phylactery is still alive, even if his body is destroyed and it takes a huge cost and a long time, there will always be a chance to resurrect, but it will only fall into a longer sleep.
But if Phylactery is lost, for a Lich, it will be the real, irreversible end.
Xia'er relied on his last strength and superb body skills to break through the layers of the undead guards in the cave, and finally rushed to the outside world.
His figure shuttled through the dense forest under the moonlight at high speed, his movements as light as Flowing Water Dragon Realm brushing against the branches and leaves, making almost no sound.
However, his speed could not increase.
The Phylactery in your hand, which contains the essential soul of the Legendary Realm, is surprisingly heavy.
Neither his space skills nor the storage items he carries can contain him.
And the distance is too close.
Waves of Negative Energy, which are as cold as bone marrow and can freeze the soul, are constantly emanating from Phylactery, continuing to erode his flesh, blood and soul as a living person, causing a very serious impact on him and greatly slowing down his speed.
As time went by, not only did he fail to distance himself, the creepy pursuit sounds of the Undead Legion behind him got closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.
"Tear him apart! Take back Phylactery!!"
Phillips Crazy voices echoed under the silent night sky, and the undead continued to pursue them.
Finally, Xia'er broke out of the dense forest and came to a relatively open wilderness.
The undead followed closely behind, surging out of the forest.
"Come any closer and I'll destroy this thing!"
Xia'er maintained the speed while raising Phylactery in his hand, holding Cross Knight Sword tightly with the other hand, and threatened, his voice slightly breathless due to excessive consumption.
Phillips in the distance said nothing, but desperately urged the undead mount under his feet to speed up and approach. His two empty eye sockets were locked on the human figure in front of him, with crazy flames burning inside.
Xia'er shook his head slightly, no longer wasting words, and concentrated his remaining energy to continue trying to find a way out of the encirclement.
The first time he touched Phylactery, he felt it clearly.
This Phylactery is protected by a Legendary Realm level that is generated from the inside out. With its power, it is impossible to break it or even leave a single scratch on it.
Phillips obviously knew this, so he completely ignored his threat.
Hiss ah ah ah --!!!
A sharp sound like an ice knife scraping glass erupted from the mouth of a Wraith banshee, and invisible sound waves instantly passed through Xia'er's body.
His movements suddenly stagnated, and his speed inevitably slowed down a bit again.
At this moment, the powerful undead such as the double-winged Lich, the abominable beast, and the skeleton warrior had surrounded him, trapping him in the center.
Xia'er clenched Cross Knight Sword in his hand, but there was no fear on his face, only a cold look of solemnity.
As a strong man who also practiced the Arcane Knight Pathway path, he not only has extraordinary attainments in the way of space, but is also not weak in frontal combat. In addition to feeling helpless in the face of the unreasonable Legendary Realm defense, it is not too difficult to break out of the siege of these undead creatures in front of him.
"Run! Why don't you keep running?!"
Phillips raised its skinny claws, and the rich Negative Energy began to gather, preparing to cast a powerful binding spell and cooperate with the undead to restrain and capture this abominable human being.
Suddenly!
Without warning, a violent whirlwind whipped up in the plains, flying sand and rocks and causing the surrounding vegetation to stagger.
Phillips's Soulfire swayed violently, and an extremely bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart. He subconsciously looked up at the sky.
An extremely huge shadow tore through the clouds, carrying suffocating violent air currents and scorching heat Dragon Might, and crashed towards the ground like a meteor from heaven.
The deafening sound of falling to the ground perfectly overlapped with the sharp roar of the sky being torn apart, resounding throughout the wilderness!
Molten Iron King, Garos, fell from the sky!
The huge impact of his landing instantly crushed several high-level undead that were guarding Lich. In the smoke and dust, that familiar giant claw stretched out and easily caught Phillips in its claws as it tried to retreat.
This moment is exactly like that moment.
The only difference is.
Looking at the huge and majestic dragon head in front of him, the fear Phillips felt this time was 100% and completely trembling from the depths of his soul.
"Good evening, little bug."
Red Iron Dragon opened his huge mouth, and his vertical pupils locked on the twisted face of Lich. The huge dragon claws began to slowly tighten, and the sound of tooth-grinding bone friction could be heard.
"This time, I won't give you any chance to fake your death."
Lich hissed for mercy, "Wait... wait!"
However, before his words were completely spoken, the withered body was once again crushed and ground into the finest ashes and dust without any suspense.
The remaining undead around them have lost their master's control.
However, based on his instinctive hatred for the living, he still rushed towards them crazily, but was swept to pieces by Garos as he swung his giant tail or slashed his dragon wings at will.
"Fortunately, my lord, I got Phylactery."
Xia'er held up the crystal Phylactery with both hands and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Garos picked up the Phylactery with the tip of his claws, held it in front of his eyes and carefully observed it.
The moment of direct contact, he felt a pure and cold Negative Energy trying to erode his claw scales.
The intensity of this energy was quite high, and even made him feel obviously cold.
It was not an ordinary low temperature, but a cold that seemed to penetrate his thick scales, freeze his flesh and blood, and freeze his soul.
He began to increase the force on his claws.
The Golden Lightning of Bloodburst and the deep black and red Dragon Qi wrapped around his finger claws at the same time, fiercely colliding and confronting the Negative Energy emitted from the surface of Phylactery. The powerful force began to oppress the weak Legendary Realm barrier on the surface of Phylactery.
There is no need to turn on Red Lotus Form. Just a few seconds later, a subtle sound sounded and the field cracked.
Since Lich had just died, Legendary Realm on Phylactery was also at its weakest moment, with its strength approaching zero.
Garos used an extremely sharp claw tip to pry open the outer shell of Phylactery.
In an instant, the Negative Energy, which was as strong as the substance, surged out from the Phylactery like a cold wave that had been accumulated for thousands of years.
The temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply, instantly condensing countless gray-white snowflakes and ice crystals, and the ground was quickly covered by a hard ice shell. However, the flowers and plants in the nearby area were not frozen, but instantly withered, Rot, and turned into fly ash under the sweep of Negative Energy.
This Negative Energy wave hit Red Iron Dragon's body hard.
There was no ice on the surface of his scales, but one could clearly feel the extreme cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if a naked human being had been instantly thrown into the frozen desperate situation of the Eternal Realm.
Bone-piercing pain continued to flow into his body from the gaps in his scales, and his vitality began to decline at a slow but clearly discernible rate.
However, in the face of all this, Garos remained unmoved.
He even tilted his huge head slightly, with an expression of satisfaction and even a hint of enjoyment on his face.
With strong anticipation in his eyes, he opened Phylactery completely, seeming to hope that the Negative Energy coming out of it would be more ferocious and violent.
But the result made Garos a little disappointed.
After Phylactery was fully opened, no more torrent of Negative Energy came out from inside, but in the very center of Phylactery, a warm and crystal-clear bead, about the size of a thumb, lay quietly, surrounded by a layer of Negative Energy cloud that was too thick to dissolve.
Buzz--!
The Negative Energy inside Phylactery surged violently, and with that bead as the core, it quickly condensed into a blurry and distorted face.
"Now, we can talk again."
Garos stared at the blurred and distorted face of Lich and said, "State your final value to me, and I may consider accepting your belated allegiance."
However, it is different from the first time they met, when they were still conceited and conciliatory.
At this moment, only the purest and most extreme hatred and madness remained on the face of Lich condensed by Negative Energy.
It let out a roar and roar full of malice that was distorted to the point of not being humanoid.
Phylactery was controlled by others, and fell into the hands of Evil Dragon, a long-lived, extremely powerful, and known for his greed and stinginess! Phillips's remaining consciousness no longer saw the slightest hope of escape.
His journey of revenge had just begun and was forced to end completely.
Lich's already twisted heart, all the overwhelming hatred towards Lothern Saint-King and Federation was transferred and poured into the body of Red Iron Dragon in front of him.
Moreover, deep down in his heart, he was the last pride of the Legendary Realm, a strong man, and he would never allow himself to grovel and be a slave.
At this moment, his remaining consciousness only had one thought.
Let the damn Red Iron Dragon in front of you pay the price! Let him suffer day and night and regret endlessly for his actions!
"Damn dragon! I curse you! I will completely dissipate you Soul Curse!!"
"From now on, your scales will become increasingly brittle! Your body will continue to weaken! Your life will pass faster... You will endure this Soul Curse pain day and night, endlessly!!"
Click!
Accompanied by these extremely vicious curse words, the warm Soul Pearl in the center of Phylactery fragmented Shatter and turned into the finest powder.
At the same time.
The twisted Lich face condensed by Negative Energy suddenly burst out of Phylactery, and shot towards Red Iron Dragon's face like an arrow from a string.
Whoosh!
Garos reacted extremely quickly, flames surged at the ends of his wings, and his huge body soared into the sky in an instant with a dexterity that was inconsistent with its size, trying to avoid this final counterattack.
However, the face of Lich seemed to have locked the essence of his soul and did not dissipate after being thrown away.
It just flashed slightly, disintegrated out of thin air, and the next second it regrouped and reappeared on top of Garos's broad back, and then like an illusory ghost, it sank directly under his thick scales and disappeared.
"This kind of locking curse cast at huge cost is as difficult to escape as ever."
Red Iron Dragon's flying movements in the air obviously stopped for a moment.
The curse issued by Lich is more powerful and vicious than the original Death Curse of Serpent Dragon. With the current curse resistance of Garos, it cannot be exempted.
Various negative states took effect at the same time, and an indescribable feeling of weakness, coldness, and sluggishness swept through the whole body instantly, making Garos feel extremely uncomfortable.
He hovered in the air for half a circle, adjusted his posture, and then slowly descended back to the ground.
Xia'er immediately took a few steps forward and looked at Red Iron Dragon with some concern.
However, what surprised him was that he did not see any expression of anger or annoyance on Red Iron Dragon's majestic face.
On the contrary.
The corners of Red Iron Dragon's mouth were slightly raised, and finally he even opened his mouth wide, revealing a smile that looked like a joyful one.
How can you still laugh after being cursed with such a vicious curse?
Could it be that he was laughing in anger... or was he mad? Xia'er wisely chose to remain silent and did not ask questions.
In fact, his idea was completely wrong.
Garos's smile comes from the heart.
Day after day, year after year, the almost masochistic high-intensity training and grinding have already tempered him to the point where he regards ordinary people's feelings as pain, to a certain extent, as the pleasure and qualifications to hone himself.
The negative states brought about by Lich's curse did make Garos feel obviously uncomfortable.
But in his opinion, this is only temporary.
His will and body will soon adapt to this curse.
His spirit will become more tenacious and unyielding as a result, his scales will become stronger in the process of resisting the erosion of the curse, and his vitality will become more vigorous and majestic in resisting the passage of time... Until one day, his curse resistance will be high enough to completely exempt this Lich curse.
He even hoped that this curse could last longer.
Curse?
No, in the eyes of Garos, this is the best training and a blessing from the enemy!
If various resistances could be turned into data, Garos has no doubt that his strongest resistance at present should be fire, physical resistance, and curse resistance that is about to reach a new level!
"In addition to blessings, the harvest is also this Phylactery."
"It can automatically absorb and store the surrounding Negative Energy, and can condense the soul into Soul Pearl."
"Even if the Lich that created it has completely died, I can still use the Negative Energy it gathered to continue to wash away myself and further improve the Negative Energy's resistance. And the Soul Pearl can preserve the characteristics of the souls of the dead. After researching it, it may also be of great use."
Garos stared intently at the Phylactery that was already open in his hand.
With continued contact with the outside air, the soul dust left behind by Soul Pearl Shatter in the box is gradually dissipating and becoming dim.
These dusts containing the soul essence of the Legendary Realm are also valuable and cannot be allowed to go to waste.
So, after a brief but careful observation, Garos closed the cover of Phylactery and held it firmly.
ps:
The confinement nanny has just left in the past two days. Before leaving, she taught some skills on how to manage children. After learning a few tricks, the author felt confident and ready to show off her skills.
It turned out that I was overthinking it.
The little boy used the magical skill of howling, which was like a demonic sound piercing his ears. The author tried his best to stop it, and all the skills he learned were exempted. As a result, the author could not sleep at night and was in a trance. His writing and updating were seriously affected. He had no choice but to hire a confinement nanny. When the person arrives the day after tomorrow, he should be able to recover.
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