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Dark Sea Queen wanted to find her next target, but after looking around, she found herself surrounded by ugly orcs.

This immediately dispelled her desire to flirt with him.

Although I am a dark alternate personality, it doesn't mean I'm indiscriminate in my eating habits and will eat anything.

It's better to sleep than to seduce an orc.

Once she had this thought in her mind, she didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, and she collapsed to the ground.

He emitted a deafening snoring sound, attracting the attention of many orcs.

At the same moment,

In an unknown depth underground,

There is a huge ancient underground palace here.

The whole structure resembles an exquisitely crafted royal tomb.

Inside, there is a towering statue of a saint, proclaiming who the tomb once belonged to.

Below the statue,

An equally enormous coffin lay there.

The coffin lid is carved with the image of the saint in life.

However, due to the erosion of the power of death, the originally white coffin has been covered with white bones and turned into a ghastly green color.

It looks ominous.

Suddenly, the coffin began to shake.

The massive coffin lid was blasted away, and several withered, dried-up hands rested on the edge of the coffin, while a terrifying, eerie laugh emanated from within.

"Hehehehe, I've finally broken through to level 13."

"The cultivation speed in this second-tier dungeon is really fast."

The lich, having completed its breakthrough, flew out of the coffin and hovered in front of the statue.

He looked like a disheveled, dried-up corpse.

However, this mummified corpse had four arms, with the two on its back holding a magic wand and a spellbook respectively.

The two arms in front are making magic hand gestures.

He was wearing a tattered robe that revealed his bare chest with its exposed ribs.

This is the infamous dungeon boss: the Blasphemer Lich.

When he was filled with joy and wanted to show off,

My keen senses prompted me to sniff it unconsciously.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"What about the power of death within the underground palace?"

"That was all the foundation I built up to advance to level 19, how did it all disappear?"

Some incredulous liches hurriedly flew to various locations within the dungeon, but the dense death aura that had filled the entire dungeon had vanished.

Even the will-o'-the-wisps that were supposed to provide illumination have become somewhat dim.

It was clear that the lights would soon go out completely, plunging the area into darkness.

This bizarre situation enraged the lich.

They launched attacks on various buildings.

"Who, who stole my power of death?"

"Don't let me find out who's behind this, or I'll turn your soul into maggots and stuff it into animal dung to torment you every single day."

He clenched his withered hands, making a cracking sound.

The skull-like face appeared even more ferocious.

"Wait, it seems there's someone who can do it?" The lich suddenly stopped his madness, as if he had remembered something.

I seem to have once bestowed a tombstone upon the gravedigger, and that tombstone possessed the ability to connect to the death power of the underground palace.

Could it be the work of gravediggers?

No, no, no, he quickly denied his guess.

The gravediggers are very loyal; how could they do something so short-sighted? The power of death is the very foundation of the underground palace.

If the death energy is insufficient, even the resurrection ability of the Undying Mark will fail.

Even if he encounters a powerful enemy, he can simply die; there's no need to squander the entire treasure of the underground palace.

So what exactly happened?

The lich, utterly perplexed, began pacing back and forth in the underground palace.

He decided to first examine the core of the gestation nest to see the condition of his subordinates.

Otherwise, there's no point in just guessing here.

The lich flew back into the coffin and entered a secret chamber below through a hidden compartment inside.

This secret chamber is riddled with deadly traps and contains a fake core used as bait.

Even if someone manages to enter this place, they will die a horrible death because they find a false target.

The real core item was placed in a very prominent position; it was an ancient book, the middle of which had been hollowed out.

Inside was a stone coffin about the size of a finger.

This thing is the core of the underground palace, and also his life casket as a lich.

As long as this core is not destroyed, he is immortal and can be resurrected within 1 to 10 days based on the stored death power.

"Hehehehe, it's been a long time since I checked the Fate Box."

"Let's treat today's inspection as a routine check."

He placed a hand on the divination box, and some information immediately appeared before his eyes.

It was something like a projection screen.

It bears the names of Bone Lord, Screaming Banshee, Grave Digger, and others.

However, at this point, the names of the gravedigger and the Banshee have been crossed out.

The following text is displayed: 【This entity has lost contact; the Immortal Mark has shattered.】

The lich's fingers trembled slightly as he stared at the line of text.

He never imagined that his two subordinates were no longer around.

Even the mark of immortality was shattered.

What exactly happened?

Even if a powerful expert appears, they cannot break the Undying Mark, because this thing is bound to the core.

This kind of thing only happens if someone willingly exposes themselves.

Could it be that a powerful human has actually appeared?

They captured the gravedigger and the howling banshee, intending to force them to reveal the location of the underground palace.

But the two remained unyielding to the death, even mobilizing all the death power within the underground palace to fight against their opponent.

Ultimately, unable to defeat his opponent, he could only detonate his immortal mark to perish together with them.

That would prevent the location of the underground palace from being revealed.

This approach seems to be the most reasonable explanation at present.

The lich, somewhat moved, pursed his lips; he hadn't expected his two subordinates to be so loyal.

It seems I was careless and exposed myself too early.

This led to the actual actions of powerful individuals on the human side.

If possible, I should live a long life for a few more decades.

However, it's not too late now. We need to find the Bone Marquis as soon as possible and then seal off the underground palace.

To avoid losing even one of his last generals.

Having made up his mind, the lich quickly put away the life box and flew out of the secret chamber.

Prepare to cast a death spell and summon the Bone Lord from afar.

Just as he was thinking of doing so, the sound of horses' hooves came from the underground palace passage.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Bone Marquis slowly walking out of the darkness, muttering to himself:

"Hmm? Why is the deathly aura in the underground palace so thin? I can't even sense it."

"Has something unexpected happened?"

He looked around and saw the damaged underground palace, as well as the lich who was staring at him.

This startled him so much that he quickly bowed his head in respect.

"My lord, have you finished your seclusion?"

The lich that floated over glanced at Bone Lord and frowned deeply.

"Yes, my seclusion is over, and I've leveled up to level 13."

Upon hearing this, Bone Marquis was overjoyed and quickly offered his congratulations:

"Congratulations on your successful level-up, sir! This is truly an unparalleled honor for the Sleepers!"

"Hmph, stop spouting this useless nonsense." The lich clearly didn't buy into the fawning words.

He squinted and demanded, "Tell me, what exactly happened on the surface?"

"Why did the Banshee and the Gravedigger both die, and even detonate their own Undying Mark?"

"Even the death power within the underground palace has been completely exhausted."

The lich's words were like a muffled thunderclap, exploding directly in Bone Lord's mind.

The ghostly light in his eyes flickered for a moment, as if he had been subjected to a tremendous shock.

"What? The Banshee and the Gravedigger both self-destructed? That's impossible."

"I just sent them to ambush human reinforcements, how did they die?"

"Hmph, you're asking me? Who should I ask?" The lich's gaze was very unfriendly. If it weren't for the fact that the underground palace's strength had been greatly reduced and it was short of manpower.

He was already itching to punish this arrogant fellow severely.

Even so, the lich still rebuked him sternly:

"As the commander of the army of the Sleepers, you know nothing about this and nothing about that. So what exactly do you know?"

"My two most capable generals have been lost just like that, and what have you done?"