Living as a Demon Lord in the Dungeon

The powerful mental fluctuations, accompanied by surging necromantic elements, forced Sean and the vampire Carrard to retreat.

At the center of this energy storm, the necromancer let out an extremely arrogant laugh.

"Hahahaha, you forced my hand! I'll show you how foolish it is to completely enrage a necromancer!"

Sean swung his arm and glanced at the vampire beside him: "Hey Mr. Carrard, your dog doesn't seem to listen to you very well."

What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take care of him!

Unexpectedly, the vampire didn't take it seriously and instead responded mockingly, "Oh, esteemed Lord Sean, I think you've misunderstood."

He is not some dog I keep.

Our relationship was at most that of colleagues.

Oh dear, it's my duty to advise him against going to extremes.

But if he insists on disobeying the Prince's orders, I'm helpless.

As for getting rid of him...

At this point, the vampire looked over with a smile: "If he hasn't done anything to harm the Prince's interests, at most I will just report his actions to the Prince."

Oh! Of course!

If the city lord agrees to cooperate, then that's a different story.

how?"

Sean narrowed his eyes and spat disdainfully, "This old bastard might not let you off the hook if he goes berserk."

The vampire shrugged: "My safety is none of Mr. Sean's concern."

Furthermore, I'm quite curious about the extent of Mr. Sean's strength. I believe His Highness also desires to cooperate with a powerful figure.

After saying that, he spread his bat wings and flew into the air, adopting a posture of sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight.

Sean was speechless. This bastard clearly wanted to force the berserk necromancer to reveal as many of his trump cards as possible.

Moreover, no one can say for sure whether the vampire will stab them in the back if they fight the necromancer to a draw.

Sean gritted his teeth, looking at the vampire in mid-air: "Damn bat, after I take care of this old bastard, you'll be next!"

boom!

The surging elemental currents exploded instantly, revealing the necromancer's semi-transparent figure. Powerful energy fluctuations rose wave after wave, causing the entire island to tremble slightly.

Sean gasped, "A lich?! Have you lost all humanity?"

The necromancer, now a lich, grinned maniacally: "Hmph, I should thank you two. If it weren't for your coercion, I really wouldn't have made this decision."

In gratitude, I will extract your souls and cast them into the flames of the underworld to burn for a hundred years!

"idiot……"

Sean laughed disdainfully, and with a grab, he summoned his Ten Thousand Souls Banner, instantly surrounded by a chilling aura.

He hadn't expected the other party to actually turn him into a spirit, since the Myriad Soul Banner was best at dealing with these kinds of ghosts.

"Come in!"

The long banner was waved, and a ghostly aura surged out from it, wrapping around the lich.

Unexpectedly, after this ghostly energy entangled the opponent's soul, it failed to shake it.

The feeling was like being entangled in a large rock, difficult to move.

"Hahaha, you think I didn't consider your bizarre magical device?"

The necromancer, now transformed into a lich, was extremely arrogant: "A lich is one who completely abandons his physical body in order to pursue the ultimate spiritual power!"

My current mental strength is nearly ten times greater than it was in my human days!

"You and your tattered flag are no match for me!"

"Oh, really?"

Sean grinned, made a hand seal and chanted an incantation, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner grew taller in the wind, transforming into a giant banner as high as a two-story building.

Countless banner spirits flew out from it, shooting out dense threads of ghostly energy, which, like a giant net, directly enveloped the lich.

The lich sensed something was wrong and quickly urged the undead elementals to retreat.

However, under the control of the banner spirit, these ghostly threads, like venomous snakes hunting their prey, rapidly approached and pursued him.

"Why are you running? Weren't you so arrogant just now? Didn't we say we couldn't do anything to you?"

"I'd like to see whether your spiritual power alone is stronger, or the spiritual power of the thousands of spirit banners within my banner is stronger!"

"hateful!"

The fleeing lich steeled his resolve, unleashing a massive mental storm that shredded the relentless ghostly threads that were chasing him.

He then chanted an incantation, and the power of the dead permeated the entire island in the lake.

In an instant, the bones laid on the ground transformed into powerful skeletal warriors, who rose to their feet and charged toward the castle in droves.

"You really don't learn your lesson!"

Sean formed hand seals and stepped into a martial arts stance, then shouted in a low, angry voice, "Withdraw!"

With a sudden swing of the giant banner, the broken soul within the skeletal warrior was instantly drawn away by the Myriad Souls Banner, turning into fragments of bone with a whoosh.

"Oh dear, that won't do."

Seeing that the necromancer was still being suppressed everywhere after transforming into a lich, the vampire who was watching the show from mid-air suddenly flapped its wings and flew off towards the outside of the island.

"Lord Sean, your men seem to be on the shore of the swamp!"

"you!"

Sean frowned, reached out and grabbed the Thousand Soul Banner, then threw it fiercely towards the direction where his army was stationed.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls broke through the poisonous miasma and arrived at the position where Minos and the others were stationed before the vampires could reach it, hovering in front of Isa.

Isa suddenly had a flash of inspiration and immediately grasped the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with both hands, activating the "Nine Netherworld Ten Thousand Souls Technique".

In an instant, the banner spirits surged forth, and under the guidance of the main soul, they transformed into a great array that protected the entire legion.

The vampire hovered around the outer edge of the formation, neither attacking nor leaving.

His intention was clear: he wanted to use himself to limit this magical artifact specifically designed to suppress necromancy.

Otherwise, the battle would lose its suspense, which would not be in his interest.

Carrard licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, gazing towards the island in the middle of the lake: "Let me see what other cards you haven't played yet."

Inside the castle, the lich, seeing that Sean had lost the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, let out a sinister, cacophony laugh.

"Your precious magical artifact is gone! Let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve now!"

After saying that, he once again cast necromancy, and skeleton warriors rose up again and surged toward the castle.

This time, the bone tide also includes gigantic and powerful skeletal generals, as well as ferocious-looking skeletal beasts!

With such a force, wiping out an entire human territory would be no problem.

Sean had already guessed the vampire's little scheme, but he knew that he should not reveal too much of his demonic abilities unless absolutely necessary, otherwise he would inevitably be targeted by an even more powerful enemy!

"You think you can force me to reveal my true colors with such paltry tricks? You've probably forgotten my identity as a sorcerer!"

Sean snapped his fingers lightly, and the blazing dragon flames roared to life: "Today I'll show you the methods of the Dragon Lord!"