Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 122 Atypical Fate Box

"Boom!"

Flames erupted behind him, and even though he had lost his mind, the lich still instinctively used his twin pupil heat rays to launch a wide-range burning attack.

As a descendant of the Red Dragon race, Rean's heated kang bed should be fully occupied.

But he had no intention of testing just how hot the high-level fire spells were, or whether they could burn through the dragon's hide.

"Chuck!"

A beam of fire swept past Rean, and his sense of danger made him duck in time.

But seeing the heat rays so close at hand, turning the steel walls into "ice cream," Rean felt a chill run down his spine.

"I absolutely cannot let it hit me!" He no longer harbored any illusions and quickened his pace.

The previous guess was probably correct; this lich was definitely not low-level in life.

This is even though the lich is in extremely poor condition, making precise spellcasting unrealistic. He has been using quick-cast spells all along, and their power is probably less than one-tenth of normal spellcasting.

Fortunately, it's not very fast, and its reaction is also slow.

This thing is missing half of its limbs and floats only on magic. It moves by instinct, so it can't be fast.

Rean, however, sped off at breakneck speed thanks to the acceleration spell.

The lich has already been distanced.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch!" The skull behind it made a crunching sound, seemingly frustrated and furious because it could never catch up.

But then it stopped, seemingly intending to turn back.

“SOL (Holy Sun).” Rean, however, saw all of this.

As orange-red flames seeped out, Rean received a comprehensive boost, and even his physical muscles swelled up.

The divine radiance that emanated from it pierced through the darkness and fell directly upon the lich!

"Aaaaaah!" Its body burst into flames.

"Boom!"

The next instant, the entire passage was engulfed in a sudden burst of flames.

This wasn't because Rean was strong enough to ignite the lich, but rather because the lich, in pain, instinctively unleashed its magic, turning the surroundings into a sea of ​​fire.

The previous tactical considerations were correct. If a direct battle were to break out on the spot, and the lich went berserk, the mechs on the ground would definitely be drawn in.

"Never underestimate the burst potential and trump cards of a high-level mage."

"Even the weakest high-level mage will use 'Accident' (an effect that automatically triggers when conditions are met) to set up an automatic chain of trigger spells for themselves. The most standard tactic is to start with random teleportation once seriously injured, and then casually use a meteor shower."

Kuku's teachings were correct. Although his record was 0-5, he survived until that time, so at least he had enough experience to save his life.

Rean maintained a safe distance before using the SOL Dragon Mark to avoid being caught in the explosion.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, the skull appeared eerily in front of Rean.

"Click!" The lich, having completed the precise teleportation, smiled at Rean.

The black teeth on the blue skull snapped shut, about to bite Rean.

This is clearly a malicious contact spell.

The lich, having "slimmed down" once more, discarded some limbs, preparing to use its teeth to deliver a deadly curse.

"boom!"

But Rean reacted incredibly quickly, unleashing his claws.

The dragon claw suddenly expanded and slammed the skull, which was almost within reach, away!
"Fighting a dragon paladin in melee? Are you out of your mind, lich?" This is probably not sarcasm, but the honest truth.

Despite saying this, Rean didn't even look at his spoils and continued running.

"Really tough." A lich with even a little skill is immune to ordinary physical damage and low-level magical weapons. Kuku told Rean directly that he probably couldn't kill the opponent.

Even if the skull is split in two, it seems it can still cast spells.

Rean now has a chance to attack, and it feels like his defenses haven't been breached at all.

Now he was even more certain of his position.

During his subsequent escape, he made no attempt to gain any advantage.

He merely maintained the radiance of the sacred sun, keeping the hatred firmly in check.

It's too much of a waste to fight a mindless, powerful madman head-on. Kuku and Purple Rose have repeatedly warned Rean not to underestimate high-level spellcasters, because sometimes the more insane a high-level spellcaster is, the more deadly they can be.

They can go so far as to hug you and chant "Enhanced Meteor Explosion," or simply drag you to another dimension.

It is said that some top-tier spellcasters (space-type) broadcast their location across the entire plane when they are on the verge of death. Heaven knows how many unethical things these summoners, who specialize in dealing with powerful figures from other realms, have done, how many powerful figures from other realms they have cheated out of, and how much power they have stolen. It is possible that dozens of spatial gates will appear at the same time, or even that divine punishment will suddenly descend from the sky.

"We've arrived." The agreed-upon room is right here.

Rean ducked low and slid swiftly, dodging another ray of light.

At the same time, he waved his hand and unleashed a burst of flames, neutralizing the sudden indoor blizzard.

It seems that the monster is regaining its spellcasting ability?

But now, the large amount of steam generated by the collision of ice and snow makes the battlefield more chaotic, and also makes it easier for Rean to achieve his strategic goals.

"let's start!"

When Rean passed by, he also noticed Kuku still writing and drawing on the ground!

But the crazed lich skull only wanted to "turn off the lights" as quickly as possible, and hurriedly floated over, completely ignoring the "scrap metal" under its feet.

"Buzz!" Kuku happily added the last stroke.

The magic circle that suddenly activated on the ground was flashing with runes of the spellcasting system. To a high-level spellcaster, it was clearly a spatial spell with teleportation capabilities.

"Let's go." Kuku smiled happily.

The random teleportation that is initiating should be able to send it quite far.

Fighting to the death with an undead lich? That's incredibly stupid.

Winning only gets you some broken bones and a dead enemy with a resurrection bar, so you might as well just throw it away.

But the next moment, something strange happened. The skull paused in mid-air, and countless characters flashed across the soul fire.

It stared at the magic circle on the ground, seemingly trying to decipher the confrontation.

And the runes on the ground actually began to fade!

"This is... spell counter?!"

Even if it was just instinct, even without nimble hands, the lich tried to counter the random teleportation array.

Rean was dumbfounded. Wasn't there supposed to be a lot of restrictions on countermeasures?
It not only requires you to know the spell, but also requires at least a higher level of spellcasting ability to interrupt the opponent's spellcasting focus. If you don't even have the hands, how can you interfere?
"Snapped."

But a sudden magical interference caused a slight explosion in the void.

At the crucial moment, Kusla stood up.

Those rapidly moving metal hands easily countered the lich's counterattack!

"Is this okay?!"

You know what, it really works.

Upon his first arrival, Kuku borrowed Rean's body and demonstrated an astonishing ability to counter spells.

In a sense, spell counterspells are actually a contest of "concentration" and "magic maintenance." If it comes down to computational power, there are probably very few spellcasters who can outmaneuver Kuku.

The spell took effect; the skull, still bewildered, vanished into the void.

The light faded, and the lich vanished without a trace, its whereabouts unknown.

Rean sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Although he only ran for a few minutes, he actually took several heavy hits. Next time, he should leave such an opponent to someone of the same level.

"Quick, quick, quick! Go and loot the lich's treasure!" Kuku was very anxious.

"Uh, I thought you were going to look for the lich's crypt. Why not nip it in the bud?"
The secret to the lich's immortality lies in the fact that they often infuse their souls into a "special item." The loss of the physical body is not the end; the life casket is the key to their demise.

"Is there a difference?" In Kuku's view, wasn't the Life Box the lich's most important treasure? It should definitely be kept together.

"It seems like you really didn't leave him somewhere?"

"The time frame was short! The message couldn't have traveled far; he's probably still in the underground world! He definitely won't be back anytime soon."

This is clearly quite irresponsible; what a hellish joke it is to imagine a lich suddenly appearing out of nowhere while you're walking down the street.

But after thinking about all the monsters and demons in the underworld, Rean felt he could laugh at this joke.

"Ha, let's go loot!"

In a sense, Rean is really quite un-Paladin-like.

Paladins who excel in all aspects are often unpopular with their teammates during adventures, mainly due to their moral fastidiousness.

Some paladins' "no looting" vows can directly affect their teammates' loot acquisition.

Rean now clearly has a fairly sophisticated moral compass.

However, Kuku and Rean's goal of getting rich did not come to fruition. On the one hand, this lich was suspected of being an unintentional transformation and there was really no treasure there.

On the other hand, there is another life-or-death matter that must be dealt with as soon as possible.

"Can it be fixed?"

The unfortunate Mech candidate was still discharging electricity on the ground, and no one knew how much longer she could hold on.

"It will take some time, but it should be possible."

Kuku cannot guarantee that it would be elsewhere, but it should have the necessary parts and design drawings here. Finding more of these should increase the possibility of repair.

Therefore, the search focused on the robot's parts, blueprints, and the lich's phylactery.

Considering the possibility that the lich might return, the team acted quickly and soon located their target.

However, how to handle the situation next is quite delicate.

"The life box and its components have been found, but..." Both targets were found at the same time.

The target was laid out on the table, but it left the onlookers with mixed feelings.

This is a special object that, just by looking at it, one can feel the entanglement of grudges and resentments within it.

"The Lich's Life Box... it's actually that robot's arm. Uh, should we put it back in? Or should we just dismantle the Life Box?"

On the table was a metal arm with a blade, connected to a portion of the shoulder and chest "metal organs," clearly belonging to this robot.

However, the spellcaster on their side sensed the lich's soul within it!

This mechanical arm has become the lich's saccharine death knell!
This is quite a dilemma.

"Should we save the person first, or eliminate the potential threat first?!" When the equipment for saving the person and the enemy's weakness are the same thing, the decision becomes quite delicate.

While Rean was fretting over what to do with his spoils, another group of travelers were also on a fast journey.

The horned followers who were forced to leave Mosodirka could not possibly be just a group.

Just like the Beast Prince who is protected by the Beast Order, there won't be only one.

A makeshift team of foot soldiers, already covered in wounds, were resting at the foot of a cliff.

The high priest leading the group was feeding his own flesh and blood directly to the prince.

In fact, if the prince hadn't intervened, they might have perished in that city.

"Dishonest dark elves! Liars!" Like countless predecessors, he unleashed a furious and impotent rage of curses and insults upon the dark elves.

Swearing may be pointless, but at least it can make them feel a little better.

Having escaped here, we should be safe now.

The dark elves can no longer keep up.

Next, we might need to consider whether to return directly to the ground through the passage.
"Orcs!" A sudden scream rang out overhead.

The cultists looked up sharply, only to see a skull glowing with blue flames!

It exuded terrifying magic and flames.

It seems to be doing something.
"Die, you filthy thief!" Accompanying the lich's roar was a massive meteor shower!

(End of this chapter)