Chapter 89

Although this lich doesn't look like a necromancer, there were many powerful non-mage-class individuals in the legendary era who were cursed by other necromancers and, coupled with their own restless obsessions, were transformed into liches. These physical liches were equally terrifyingly powerful.

In this situation, banshees... sigh, Death Banshee are just cute in front of liches.

The female lich walked towards me with steady steps, while I was still breathing rapidly and agitated. I had to calm down immediately, or it would affect my spellcasting.

Ah... but this is my first time fighting a lich!

Various Black Magic flashed through my mind like a slideshow, but unfortunately, given the characteristics of undead creatures, the Archlich is immune to most of them... Oh, for the sake of my third mentor, fight well, Ciprins, you absolutely cannot disgrace your mentor! You still have his notes in your hands. If you can't use those beautiful spells skillfully, you won't have the face to see your teacher even after you die!

The female lich stopped when she was about a hundred meters away from me, then held her long sword in both hands in front of her chest and bowed... Wait, she's bowing? This looks like the etiquette of the ancient highlanders. In ancient times, transportation was not very developed, and the Diana Continent was vast, so humans were divided into several different ethnic groups. For example, the people here in the Federation were mostly plains people, while the people in the northern mountains were highland people. You can tell from their appearance that such a heroic woman does indeed look like a highlander.

Ah! This lich must have so many stories to tell! If I could chat with her about history, I'm sure I'd learn a lot!

After the lich finished her greeting, she actually spoke! Her voice was somewhat hollow and sounded eerie. I can't describe it well, but it can be roughly described as: you could tell she was dead just by listening to her voice, which is very much in line with the design of a horror movie!

Her powerful voice echoed throughout the hall, "Legion Commander, Warrior, Damala."

And after he finished speaking, he looked at me, the flickering flame of his soul in his eyes shining brightly.

This is... exchanging names?

So I returned the greeting with the monk's courtesy and introduced myself, "Monk, Ciprins Field."

The female lich nodded and gestured for me to proceed.

Hmm... that's amazing. I wonder if all liches are this polite, or just this one?

--Let me finish this first! The lich has already raised her sword and charged at me! She was in front of me almost instantly, and then my poor second teacher flew sideways, and I heard the sound of his spine breaking at the same time!

What a powerful lich!

I dared not be careless, and immediately compressed Absolute Protection into a close-fitting shield, and raised my hand to summon Hellfire to surround me. But this lich did not seem to be afraid of Hellfire. She charged straight at me with her sword in hand, and raised the long sword. The intense aura of death on the sword made even me, a dark mage who had mastered Necromancy Spells, feel uncomfortable.

I stepped back, simultaneously deploying my Gravity Field to shield the evil spirit in front of me, thus greatly reducing the aura of a living being on my body.

The lich suddenly turned around, pointed at me, and shouted, "Get back!"

Why?

For a fleeting second, I sensed the evil spirits under my control becoming restless. The lich's command seemed to have a significant impact on them. Several of my junior brothers almost abandoned me and ran away, but after being crushed by my mental power, they now trembled endlessly in place like rootless duckweed.

Hmm...

Shameful!

Such a cowardly evil spirit is a disgrace to the dark wizard!

I grabbed my junior brother, curled him into a ball, and threw him at the lich's face. The tall and handsome female lich was agile, but... well, my move was too un-mage-like, so you didn't guess? The lich was stunned as my junior brother hit her in the face. The corrosive power left a bluish-purple mark on her pale skin, like a living person getting dark circles under their eyes after being slapped in the face.

She pursed her lips and said sternly, "This attack was completely unreasonable!"

I nodded in agreement.

Then he grabbed a handful of his fellow disciples and threw them all at her face.

One of my junior classmates actually screamed when she was thrown back... It was such a piercing scream! It's not like you're the one getting slapped in the face...

After I had been smashing the lich for a while, she suddenly roared—a roar that was not human. It was as if she had torn her own chest cavity apart, producing a hollow and terrifying echo. It felt like there was a motorcycle engine hidden under her breastbone, with a powerful and rumbling aura. She raised her long sword, and suddenly the space was filled with knights riding white bone ghost horses!

She raised her knife again, and I suddenly understood why she introduced herself as the "Legion Commander".

She carries an undead army with her at all times!!!

That's so cool!

My teleportation was fast, but there were too many Ghost Riders on the field. One rider's charge passed right over my left shoulder. I didn't feel any pain, but suddenly, my left side felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, as if someone had poured ice water on it in the dead of winter and then pushed it into a refrigerator...

Furthermore, these dead things have a good resistance to Hellfire. When I burned them, their ignition point wasn't even as low as my second teacher's; they just wouldn't catch fire no matter how I burned them.

Well, luckily I cheated too! I touched my chest; I knew the veins there were now visible on my skin, and they were black, like a giant spider web—

My teacher, on his deathbed, bestowed upon me thirteen curses. I lacked the power to remove them all, so I could only compress them within my heart. Every time I invoke the power of my fellow disciples or my teacher, these curses flare up, reminding me of my identity as a dark mage. Due to the passage of time, I can no longer distinguish one curse from another, let alone unravel them.

However, in this way, the death power that the lich injected into my body was devoured by these curses!

Therefore, she was startled and exclaimed, "Is he already a living dead?"

I sighed and said, "It doesn't count yet, because I still need to eat and sleep; I can't do experiments for seven consecutive days."

The lich nodded, his voice extremely serious and terrifying, and said, "Conducting experiments for seven consecutive days can easily lead to perversion."

Um?

To be honest, I still have some regrets. My teacher's curses kept my life on the brink of death, but after all these years, my condition has become quite stable. The curses have been completely solidified in my heart and will definitely not cause trouble in other parts of my body. I'm sure I won't get cursed arthritis in the middle of a fight, or get killed because my hand gestures are wrong while chanting spells. So it's not a big deal. At most, I'll just avoid getting an electrocardiogram during my company's physical exam. Because from a biological point of view, my heart is indeed dead—thirteen curses that the black mage risked his life for, losing only one heart is already a great deal!

And it still beats, so my pulse and body temperature are perfectly fine. And because of the curse, I probably will never die of a heart attack from staying up late, which is actually pretty good.

"Physical pain will hone the best warriors, making them stronger." The lich, brandishing her sword, uttered this rather melodramatic statement—though given that she lived thousands of years ago, it was quite reasonable for her to utter such a heavy-hearted, fatalistic remark.

Therefore, I replied, "Only by constantly conducting experiments can a mage become an excellent mage!"

So, come back to the lab with me right now!!!

The next second, I released the forbidden spell that I had been preparing for a long time from my consciousness.

Chapter 89

Yes! Forbidden spell!

This complex, lengthy, and difficult incantation has taken up one of my forbidden Spell Slot!

... Well, strictly speaking, this isn't a forbidden spell, but for a dark mage like me, casting this spell is much more difficult than casting a forbidden Black Magic spell.

Fortunately, the results were very noticeable!

Even with spells I'm not good at, I can still achieve maximum effect. I'm very satisfied with this spell.