Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 377 Your True Name, Evil Moon Awakens

Damn it!
Both the legendary lich and the opposing druid were horrified.

"Lighthouse Keeper?" A hollow, desolate whisper escaped his throat. The legendary lich tilted his head slightly, staring at the hand on his shoulder.

Dry and large, like a magnified version of a normal human being. No signs of alien bloodline can be seen on this palm. There is no thorax or scales, no webbed hands or thick hair. It only emits a faint glow and is wrapped in a transparent force field membrane, like the lustrous color on the surface of a jewel.

“You were looking for me, so I came.”

The lich had no cold sweat to shed, no convulsing muscles, and even its soul did not exist in this body. Instead, it was hidden in a safe demiplane, protected by traps and golems worth hundreds of millions of Calamity Coins, making it absolutely foolproof.

As long as the soul casket that stores souls remains intact, liches can always be resurrected. This is a well-known secret in the multiverse and the greatest source of confidence for the lich community to wreak havoc.

But for some reason, it still felt a subtle sense of fear, like a child standing beside a pit of insects and a snake's nest, who, even though all he saw was darkness, still sensed the stench of death.

"What a pity, I haven't had time to prepare a gift for you yet," the lich said slowly. "You really are old-fashioned and traditional, actually abandoning the bloody battle on the front lines to come to the aid of your comrades. Good people like you with such obvious weaknesses often don't have a good ending."

"I'm quite puzzled as to why you've assumed I'm incapable of killing you before you can harm my companions?"

"Heh heh heh, as you can see, I am a lich. Even if you tear apart my skeleton, what can you do about it?"

The legendary druid who was watching spoke up at the opportune moment: "To deal with these monsters, all we need to do is seal them away forever. Throw them onto a primitive planet and imprison them for hundreds of millions of years. The long years will drive them mad, and then their consciousness will perish."

The lich's eyes blazed with fury. "You really have too much to say!"

"It's just sharing experiences. Whether the Lighthouse Guest will accept the proposal is his own business."

"You really think I can be at your mercy?" The lich shrieked with laughter. Its silky shadow robes suddenly emitted strange light, and an Eighth Ring Maze spell was cast, which could forcibly banish a creature to a demiplane filled with mazes. At the same time, the lich itself shed its skin and teleported to a kilometer away.

Having completed this desperate counterattack, the Lich didn't stop. He took out a huge white bone card from his backpack. On the card was a nine-headed undead dragon, its shape lifelike, and the colors of the brushstrokes were full of profound spirituality.

Before it could throw out the spell materials, a faint question drifted from behind.

"What are you messing with?"

The skull fingers holding the dominoes suddenly froze, and the lich exhaled frosty white air from its nostrils. It slowly turned its head and saw the hand resting on its shoulder again.

“So, you are not trapped,” the lich stated, full of doubt.

"You want to teleport me away right in front of me? You need to work harder."

Spells involving spatial teleportation, such as maze spells and banishment spells, are closely related to the celestial distance. Lin Bo was able to detect the abnormal disturbances in the celestial distance and calm them down, so everything was fine.

"I really can't do anything with you. Well, it's a pity, we'll meet again in the future. I hope you can survive this round of bloody battle. Lighthouseman, you will have to face that enemy you can't afford to mess with sooner or later."

Before it could finish speaking, a hoarse and powerful voice of depravity rang in its ears. The convoluted and sharp syllables and the extreme and cruel tone made even a twisted life form like a lich tremble in its heart.

“(The incantation) reveals the true name.”

Lin Bo has very little knowledge of the Fallen Language; he only knows the pronunciation and meaning, but lacks the runic shapes, which leads to a weakening of the spell's power.

Fortunately, the binding force of taboo words is even stronger for distorted life forms, enough to silence even legends for a short time.

The lich's consciousness was interrupted for a few seconds, as if it had lost consciousness due to anesthesia. During this time, its thoughts were like a worm struggling under solid ice, trying to break free and sending out a faint pulse.

When it awoke, it went through its memories and was horrified to find that there seemed to be an extra shadow in its past memories. Some invisible entity had infiltrated those important historical fragments and coldly observed its story.

The lich asked coldly, "What did you do? What do you know?"

"Your real name." "...You're the True Name Mage?"

“You’re right, [Felifagna].”

"Is it too late for me to admit defeat, surrender, and turn over a new leaf?"

"Now that I have seen your memories and know your character, it would be impolite to say such things. Rest in peace."

"Heh, heh, heh." The lich chuckled faintly, the dominoes slipping from his fingers and falling to the ground, a detached murmur ringing in his ears at just the right moment.

“(The curse) Death.”

In a distant demiplane, a heavily protected soul casket suddenly shattered, releasing a powerful soul that roared in defiance before helplessly exploding into a cloud of black mist, vanishing without a trace. Countless undead creatures guarding the Lich Lord broke free from their restraints, looking around in bewilderment. Some high-ranking undead perished alongside their masters, howling mournfully as they faced their destruction.

Another member has been added to the list of casualties in the Bloodbath section of the Zongwang Forum, surprising many players.

"[Devouring Zombie Horde - Celestial Lich Whitethroat], this is a necromancer who has already reached a milestone on the path of destiny."

"He must have faked his death, but it's still impressive that he managed to take down a lich."

There was no sound in the live stream. All the players who were watching Lighthouse Guest saw him appear like a ghost, seemingly chatting with the lich for a few words, before his skeleton suddenly collapsed and shattered, dying inexplicably.

The legendary lich's entire set of certified equipment was automatically destroyed under the property protection agreement. Apart from a pile of bones, only a fallen card remained, which suddenly emitted a dense dark light.

Lin Bo took a step forward and teleported to the druid's side. The instant after he left, a wide, dark well appeared on the spot, deep and boundless. Suddenly, a huge gray-blue dragon head, as big as a tunnel boring machine, burst out from it. It opened its huge mouth and snaked upwards. The atmosphere and spacetime collapsed towards the dragon's mouth, and the clouds in the sky fell like funnels and were sucked in.

"The remains of the Nine-Headed Frost Dragon, a product of the ominous union of a divine abomination and a malevolent dragon, must have been terrifying in life," the legendary druid explained to Lin Bo in a low voice, as they silently admired the magnificent and grand last words of the Fate Lich.

Apart from some evil spirits lurking in the clouds, this move failed to take any innocent lives.

Those viewers watching the live stream from above were startled by the charging skeletal dragon head.

Linbo nodded to the druid, "Thank you for your help."

“You’ve done well, Lighthouser. You’ve given hope to all of us poor souls filled with regret. I will not allow this world to be destroyed again. At least, I will not stand by and watch, and then become a deserter.”

Let's add each other as friends, and chat sometime.

"Time is running out, Lighthouse Keeper, you should be able to sense that, right?" The druid's thick eyebrows furrowed as he raised his hand and pointed towards the front lines of the Bloodbath. "After we've dealt with the smaller ones, the big ones are coming now."

At this moment, in the prime material plane, people on the night hemisphere look up and can see that eerie, chaotic moon, like a malevolent eye embedded in the celestial curtain. Now, the turbid, dark yellow sclera of this eyeball is covered with crazy blood vessels, and the gray, blind pupil is gradually turning dark.

Many powerful beings who were originally able to resist the erosion of the void and the chaotic whispers screamed in terror as they stared directly at the moon, their eyes bursting with blood and their heads throbbing with excruciating pain.

In their breath, they warned everyone that the moon seemed to have come alive.

A heavy pressure weighed on the hearts of all beings. They were not unfamiliar with this, as they had had a similar experience not long ago when the Dharma Master ascended to godlike power and his Dao Fire dominated the universe.

Now, the Chaotic Evil Moon, which has been in a daze for seven world cycles, is finally beginning to awaken.

When the lawless demons, weakened by fear, kneel and beg for salvation from their evil master, a spark of divinity is ignited in the darkness. The demons of the past had no faith, but this fact has been utterly altered by someone's slaughter and extermination.

Lin Bowei was in a state of divine insight, so of course he could sense it.

A forbidden voice, more twisted than the language of depravity, whispered in the mage's ear, announcing His irreversible arrival.

(End of this chapter)