It's time to become an evil god.

However, the golden mask, which had not been scratched by even a bullet, showed tiny spots of corrosion, made a hissing sound, and emitted wisps of blue smoke.

"What the hell is this thing?"

The Golden Lich King frowned; he had never encountered anything like this that could corrode gold before.

"Aqua regia with the [Demon Corrosion Curse] added—I remember that's a chemical liquid that can perfectly dissolve gold."

A magic circle appeared in mid-air, and the witch's figure materialized before everyone. As if seeing a savior, Xize Liang's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. "You're too late."

"Sorry, it always takes a little time to convince those old guys."

The witch stepped on the magic circle in the void and appeared directly in front of the Golden Lich King. Even more terrifying was that above his head there was a ball of water composed of yellowish-brown corrosive aqua regia, which was floating in mid-air.

The aqua regia, originally designed to counter gold, and the specially applied corrosive curse effectively neutralized the Golden Lich King's power, leaving him unable to turn the tide.

"you!"

The usually composed Lich King finally changed his expression and took two steps back, saying, "Don't come any closer!"

"It's ridiculous that aqua regia, which even ordinary players are immune to, became an irresistible and fatal attack in front of the chorus bishop."

The witch's gaze swept over Nishizawa Ryo, who nodded knowingly.

"Now is the time."

A dazzling light rose from beneath the feet of the Golden Lich King, who then realized he had fallen into a trap. Just as he was about to escape, corrosive aqua regia was poured over him, and at the same time, the death-inducing scroll, "Death is the end of all life," took effect.

A dazzling holy light emanated from the Golden Lich King's body, turning the gold into a continuously melting liquid. At this moment, the Golden Lich King was like a living person being corroded and dissolved, gradually melting into a pool of liquid. Ultimately, he became a half-melted golden figure.

"Is it finally over?"

Xize Liang breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could recover, the Night Demon, who was on guard beside him, suddenly spoke up, "Something's not right. The golden palace hasn't disappeared."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared in the half-melted golden man. As the crack continued to widen, a hand emerged from it, and a disheveled man with his upper body bare emerged from the golden shell. Except for his head, his entire body had turned into a dazzling mass of gold.

"Perhaps this is the true form of the chorus bishop."

"Secret medicine."

Having suffered a devastating blow, the Golden Lich King, who could only escape the fatal attack by feigning death, was now extremely weak and on the verge of death. He hurriedly grabbed a black pill from his inventory, preparing to put it in his mouth. With his last remaining strength, he opened his mouth and, with trembling hands, tried to force the elixir of immortality into his mouth.

The elixir of immortality, their ultimate trump card, was taken. Although the bishop of the chorus was heartbroken, he had no choice but to make a sacrifice.

"Once you take the elixir of immortality, let's see what chance you have of winning!"

"Your Excellency! Your subordinates are too late to rescue them."

A voice came from outside the door. The gatekeeper who had led the Night Demon in earlier rushed in. He was the only cultist who had not been taken away by the demons of hell.

A smile, as if grasping at the last glimmer of hope, appeared on the face of the choir bishop.

Although there's little hope, as long as this guy can stop the Special Affairs Bureau players, even if it's just for a few seconds, and he fully digests the immortality elixir, he can...

and many more.

A disturbing thought flashed through the choir bishop's mind, "I remember the pact signed by the demons of hell was to take away all the [Chorus members], but wait, why hasn't this guy disappeared? Could it be..."

"Your Excellency, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and eat!"

In the brief moment of panic, the other party rushed up, grabbed the choir bishop's hand, and shoved the elixir of immortality into his mouth.

The secret medicine was stuffed into his mouth, but it did not have the effect of instantly healing all injuries as he had imagined.

Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, and the chorus bishop's eyes widened. His mouth was filled with an unexpected bitter taste. He quickly pulled away from the gatekeeper's hand, stuck out his tongue in pain, and said, "Wait a minute, this medicine doesn't taste right. Cough cough, why do I feel like my injuries are getting worse after taking it?"

"what?"

The gatekeeper paused for a moment, glanced at the medicine packet in his hand, his lips twitched, and he said in a low voice, "Um, Bishop, I'm sorry, you took the wrong medicine in your haste."

The choir bishop was dumbfounded. "What, what did you say?"

The gatekeeper scratched his head sheepishly, "What you ate was the rat poison I was going to use to feed my sick hamster."

Chapter 163 You've angered the Ancient God's Umbilical Cord

"Bishop, Bishop, don't panic. Quick, rinse your mouth with mouthwash, and swallowing it will induce vomiting."

In a moment of desperation, the bishop of the choir grabbed the water glass handed to him, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful. However, as soon as it entered his mouth, he immediately noticed that the taste was wrong. He frowned and looked at the other person, questioning, "What kind of mouthwash is this? Why does it taste so strange?"

"Ah...Bishop, I'm sorry, I think I made a mistake again."

Bai Ge scratched his head and whispered, "The bottle you drank was actually insecticide, Bishop."

What? You fucking bastard!

The bishop threw down the bottle in his hand, lunged at the doorman, and said fiercely, "I'll strangle you, you believe me!"

However, the next moment, Night Demon rushed to the bishop, grabbed his neck, and slammed him to the ground. With a little force, the bishop began to have trouble breathing, and his face turned a suffocating bluish-purple.

"Let me go, let me go. I..."

After losing the golden mask, the usually calm and collected bishop of the chorus finally began to panic, saying, "I am willing to exchange the elixir of immortality for my life."

However, Night Demon's expression remained indifferent as he asked, "There's one fugitive in the New York High Platform massacre: the leader of the Romanov family, who holds the thirteenth seat. Do you know where he is right now?"

The bishop gripped the Night Demon's arms, which were as strong as iron clamps, with both hands, his eyes rolling back. "I...I don't know. Go find someone else!"

"It is a pity that all the other friends who knew Mr. Romanov but were unwilling to cooperate with him have died. You are the last friend who knew him."

Night Demon added softly, a chilling remark, "By the way, I killed all the others who kept their mouths shut."

"..."

A chilling fear spread through his body, and under pressure, he had no choice but to reveal Romanov's whereabouts.

"The last time I saw Romanov, he asked me to arrange a trip to the Severn Valley! Really!"

"I see."

Night Demon released his grip, and the chorus bishop's legs buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground. Night Demon put on black gloves and said to White Song behind him, "I've got the information I needed. What's next...?"

With a deafening roar, the reinforced concrete structure overhead deformed and melted. As the beams and columns were mostly cut off, the load-bearing structure of the interior space was melted by the green pillars of fire falling from the sky. The ceiling above the subway tunnel shook violently as concrete collapsed and fell, breaking countless beams and columns.

A large section of the subway dome collapsed from a distance, completely burying a small portion of the abandoned subway station.

"How is this going?"

Xi Zeliang's expression changed drastically. He struggled to stand firm in the violently shaking space, his face pale as he looked at the green fireball that had just fallen from the sky.

The glass and steel artificial dome at the subway entrance collapsed and blocked the entrance.

A man dressed in a gray robe and holding a staff appeared before them, his gaze dark as he scrutinized the other players.

"I am Sadman, the vice president of the Tower Magic Association. Shouldn't you players have stopped causing such a commotion on our land without permission? Aren't you afraid of what might happen next…?"

A black cell phone arced through the air before landing steadily in the hand of the mage Sadman. He paused for a moment, then the other party gestured for him to answer the phone. He hesitated, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello? This is Sadman, the vice president of the Tower Magic Association..."

A blunt, questioning voice immediately came from the other end, "I am still the headmaster of Endymion Academy. Are all you English folks a troublemakers' club? Why do you have to meddle in everything? And who do you think you are? Tell your president, Aleister Crowley, to get out here."

Upon hearing that the other party was the headmaster of Endymion Academy, the previously arrogant and domineering mage Sadman immediately softened his tone, "The guild master... he's not here..."

"Who do you think you are?"

Sadman's voice trailed off, but he forced himself to emphasize, "This is Great Britain, what are your Endymion Academy compared to this..."

Unexpectedly, the other party immediately raised their voice after hearing this, "Let me tell you what Endymion Academy is all about. What your Tower Magic Association can't handle, we at Endymion will. Those you dare not kill, we at Endymion will kill. In short, what the Tower Magic Association can handle, we handle; what it can't handle, we'll handle even more. Within our pronouncements, there is justice; within our range, there is truth!! This is Endymion Academy, is that clear enough?"

The witch subconsciously looked down at her nose and mouth, finding it hard to believe that the usually kind and smiling old headmaster could be so ruthless when protecting his own, and that he could actually intimidate the other party.

Sadman was inwardly groaning. His original plan was to keep his family scandals private and rescue the chorus bishop, who was formerly an apprentice of the Tower Magic Association. Now, however, he had attracted the attention of the meddlesome Endymion Academy.

To save face for the elderly, a sharp glint flashed in Sadman's eyes.

He whispered a spell, and the next moment he appeared behind the chorus bishop, the knife in his hand piercing straight through the heart.

Only the dead can keep secrets.

At the same time, countless visible golden powders gushed out from the cracks in the subway station floor, and the tunnel walls, steel, and stone chips were rapidly turning gold.

"The cursed golden kingdom is reviving, and the golden mask that seals the souls of the lost monarch and shaman of the golden kingdom of South America is weakening."

Saruman said with a horrified expression, "To stop him, someone else must wear the golden mask!"

Is a new Lich King absolutely necessary?

Tear, tear.

The mask covering his face was torn off, revealing Bai Ge's true face as he abandoned his exquisite doll identity. He stood before the mage Saruman.

"Since there must be a Lich King... Don't you Great Britain value democracy and equality? So let's vote. Raise your hand if you agree that you should become the Lich King."

As a result, all four people present raised their hands.

"You fucking..."

The mage Saruman was pale. While gaining immense power, he also bore the terrifying golden curse. He raised his hand, and ripples spreading from his palm filled the entire underground space.

"Absolute Imprisonment!"

The group's figures were frozen in place for a second, and then an invisible and colorless energy wave swept towards them.

Saruman swore in a low voice, "Abyssal Terror Corruption!"

The double high-level binding spells were applied in succession, the latter of which would further stimulate the despair and fear that the target had experienced deep within their heart.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's thoughts were slowed down, the mage Saruman grabbed the mask on the ground and pounced on Bai Ge, who was closest to him.

The player who dies doesn't die; now, one lucky player will be randomly selected to wear the mask!

Just as the mask was about to be placed on Bai Ge's face, a hand firmly grabbed Saruman's wrist.

A second later, Bai Ge's eyes returned to clarity from the chaos.

"How...how is this possible!"

Saruman stared in disbelief. "You just now clearly..."

Bai Ge shook his head, his calm eyes seeming to have witnessed the vicissitudes of life in an instant. He smiled and said, "Actually, the spell you just cast wasn't ineffective; to be precise, it was too effective."

After a pause, Bai Ge slowly said, "The effect was so good that it directly angered the ancient god's umbilical cord."

Bai Ge wasn't dragging into the deepest, most terrifying memories of his own, but rather, for a brief second, he relived the fragments of memory that remained in the ancient god's umbilical cord.

Even a single second of this fragmented memory can have a terrifying impact on consciousness that is beyond the capacity of ordinary people to withstand.

The incomprehensible terror, the indescribable despair and horror.