Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Chapter 301 The Holy Light's "Simp"

The Lich King chose Mr. Raymond? In Lyle's mind, that made perfect sense. After all, he was Mr. Raymond.

"So, Dean, what happened between the Lich King and Mr. Raymond?"

Lyle saw the Dean's soul flame flicker visibly, as if mimicking a twitching expression on a human face.

"It was an ordinary day. I was grooming my beard in my office. The moonlight that day was so enchanting that it made me wonder what strange things might be on the moon..."

"Then my office door flew to the moon to find out what was going on."

"???" Lyle showed great admiration for the communication skills of the Andrei lich.

"Merlock, radiating golden light, stood outside the office door, looking extremely displeased. So he forcefully opened my door, and the door panel smashed through my tower and flew towards the moon."

“I was very angry at the time, but the lich’s indifference determined my attitude. I am an elder, and I decided to give this brat a chance to explain before he got beaten up.”

"But he falsely accused me first..."

[How inconsiderate of you! You old geezer, how dare you litter in front of my club!]

"The inexplicable accusations felt absurd to me, and they also made my anger freeze for a moment. All the insults I had prepared beforehand turned into simple words."

What?

"He looked at me with displeasure, then showed me the shard in his hand, a metal fragment with a brilliant luster, and some glittering gem fragments."

【What do you mean by throwing these shards of glass at my club's entrance?! I've already used my Holy Light to sense them! You're the one who created this! You old geezer! What are you trying to say for yourself?!】

"Of course I remember what that was. It was a fragment of Andrei's Lich King's Crown, an artifact I crafted myself, now in pieces. My proudest creation, destroyed by this kid!"

[Arguing? I'll give you a piece of my mind! You little bastard! You'd better die!]

Are you getting angry out of spite? You old fool! Don't try to bully me just because you're old! My tolerance has its limits!

Shut up, you brat! I should have strangled you back then!

Finally, Raymond left the mess behind and ran away.

"The crown is broken?"

"The Lich King was shattered, but the power it retained inside was not damaged. It was easy for me to create a new vessel. I quickly discovered the Lich King's self-selection of its master, although Raymond was not a good option."

"But at the time, I was more curious about what caused it to break. After all, it was my creation, and it should have been quite sturdy. But Merok knew nothing about it, and it didn't seem to be his doing; he's a paladin who disdains lying."

"So, I conducted a follow-up investigation. I repaired the Lich King's Crown and casually placed it in the exhibition hall as usual. Meanwhile, I hid in the shadows and quietly observed it."

"Andrei's Lich Crown is an artifact with its own consciousness. Without anyone watching over or restraining it, it can float and move on its own."

"I followed along, looking at this crown, and once again arrived at the doorknob of the Chapel of Holy Light. Merok enveloped the entire chapel with holy light, ensuring that the Lich Crown, as an anomalous power, could not penetrate the interior without a single gap."

"It circled around the door like a headless fly. After spinning three times, the Lich Crown shimmered with light, which fell on it, making it look a little more noble and powerful. I looked at the Lich Crown with a strange feeling, like looking at a young girl who had dressed up carefully before a date with her sweetheart."

"The Lich's Crown gently knocked on the door with its magical radiance, then obediently hung itself on the doorknob. I had never seen it so gentle before, you know, everyone who borrows the Lich's Crown complains that it works sometimes and sometimes it doesn't. A little expectation rose in my heart, and gradually became excited with the heavy footsteps approaching from inside the chapel."

With a loud bang, the door was flung open.

[Which damned bastard dares to be so disrespectful to me, Raymond!]

"I watched as the exquisite crown, with the tremendous force of Merlock flung open the door, slammed against the wall, its gentleness shattered by the hard stone, leaving fragments scattered on the ground."

[You old geezer! You came here to throw trash again! And now I caught you red-handed! You've gone too far!]

"I silently picked up my staff, the enchanted light rising along with the rage in my heart."

"I've realized two things. First, Raymond is definitely not someone Andre Academy can entrust with their future. Second, that Andre Lich Crown is really despicable! It must have shattered like this last time, and yet it still comes looking for death!"

[You little brat! Go to hell!]

Are you out of your mind, you old geezer! What did I ever do to you?!

Yes, your very existence is an insult to me!

You're being completely unreasonable!

There's no point in reasoning with a dead man like you who deserves to go to hell!

"You're wrong. I'm 100% going to heaven. I'm a righteous paladin."

"Then I'll send you to heaven right now!"

"After that, I sealed away the Lich King. It was truly an insult that my creation was such a thing."

Lyle looked at the glittering, beautiful crown that Nia was holding, his stomach aching.

“This is a crown for a sycophant of the Holy Light…” Lyle held the Lich Crown in his hand, “and suddenly I don’t want it anymore.”

With a crack, as if hearing Lyle's soft complaint, a fine, visible crack appeared on the Lich's Crown.

"Dean! The Lich King! It, it's cracked!" Lyle felt completely helpless.

The dean remained quite calm.

"It's cracked again? Don't worry, this is normal." The dean bent down to examine the cracks on the crown. "This thing has grown a little bit more. It's been growing very fast lately. It's about to get a new body again."

"Don't worry, Mr. Plague Doctor, you can use it. It will heal again after consuming a little of the clan's power."

"It...it will grow?"

"Yes, although it has a physical form, it is still essentially a symbol of the power of the Andrei lich. It is connected to every one of the Andrei, and the power of each lich gives it the power of knowledge. Our race is growing stronger, Plague Doctor, grow together with Andrei."

It's a magical artifact, an artifact that keeps getting stronger, although it's still terrible in some aspects.

Lyle held the crown in his hands and bowed to the Dean to say goodbye.

"By the way, Mr. Plague Doctor."

"Is there anything else, Dean?"

"The Crown of the Lich King is a very sophisticated artifact. It will adjust to the user's magic power and will be 100% suitable for you... Even humans can perfectly wield the Crown of the Lich King."

Humanity?

The stiffness of his body and the trembling of his soul made Lyle turn back.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Dean.”

Watching those surging flames of soul, a single flame extinguished and then reignited in the shadow of the enormous wizard's hat.

It's like a human blinking.

“Nothing more, Doctor of Plague.”

"I'm just showing off my work."

Chapter 302 The Dragon Horn

The visitor's footsteps stirred the cold air, bringing new sounds to the dark, silent altar. The wailing sound acted like a switch, revealing the activity lurking in the shadows. Breaths emerged from the darkness, like the roars of colossal beasts.

What appeared to be a terrifying intimidation to onlookers was actually just a greeting. A massive head shrouded in black smoke emerged from the darkness of the same color, its golden pupils, like those of a streetlamp, staring at the newcomer.

"Your breath is as murky as that of a dying man, Moroki."

The scholar's mask shimmered with a bluish-green light in the darkness, echoing the four similar masks in the shadows.

“I am already a dead man, Brother Omhead.”

The black dragon's phantom faded, revealing a gaunt old man holding a long staff. His voice was deep and resonant, unlike his seemingly weak appearance.

"You know what I mean, Morokui. What happened that made you lose your usual composure? And what made you call this emergency meeting?"

The black dragon priest Ormhead, the red dragon priest Freheimer, the green dragon priest Irasorn, and the white dragon priest Principes all looked at their brother, feeling the restless, undisguised power emanating from him, as if sensing the brilliance of a diamond. Moroki's surging magic was like the sun, only scholars were accustomed to hiding it behind clouds. This kind of "leakage" was rare.

"Jodonia has undergone a new change; she has begun to 'reshape reality'."

The fire dragon priest felt as if magma was boiling in his throat as he looked at his sisters. "What is that? A new evil god? The very thing we cleared away is starting to grow again? Like endless rust?"

"That's a talent that my brother Morokui developed under his observation, only it's become a demon god," the green dragon priest explained to his brother, who was oblivious to worldly affairs.

"Now that talent can corrupt reality like an evil god? That means she has become our enemy. Nonsense! Why don't we kill her? Moroki, you've been keeping this from us!" The red dragon priest roared angrily, and the temperature in the air seemed to rise several degrees.

Principes slapped shards of ice onto his face. “We all know that if you were more careful at every gathering, you wouldn’t be kept in the dark. Morokui’s indulgence of Jodonia was condoned, condoned by his brother Omhead.”

The red dragon priest, who was about to explode with rage, calmed down and looked at the hunched figure, expressing his bewilderment.

“I believe Morokoy will give us a reasonable explanation, Freheimer. He is always the most rational one. I can condone your previous actions, but it’s time to give us an explanation, my brother.”

The scholar bowed respectfully. "My student, the host of the larvae of the evil god Jodonia, has discovered her changes. He is at Andre Academy, conducting a new research project to enable liches to taste food and possess an appetite."

The red dragon priest found it absurd, and being outspoken, he said the same thing: "Boring, ridiculous. What's the point? Do you think using the power of an evil god to do these trivial things can cover up the danger of contamination?"

“For liches, desire is no small matter,” the scholar corrected him. “The Plague Doctor is a human with extraordinary insights, and I have a feeling that his impact on the lich world will go beyond this.”

Freheimer, who had always been a dissenter, finally realized something was amiss.

"Evil gods can influence liches..."

“Then that can change the dragons.” The black dragon priest’s voice sealed the deal as he looked at the trembling scholar. “You are far more insane than I imagined, Morokui.”

"Crazy, but feasible. My brothers, are you willing to spend your lives in regret, forever silent in the shadows, watching this world like bystanders? This world that our guide protected with his life. With just a little guidance, I am confident I can get my students interested in dragons."

"You are defiling the holiness of the dragons with an evil god! You have committed malfeasance, Dragon Priest!" The black dragon priest Omhead's eyes turned cold, and a terrifying aura roared behind him as he looked at the scholar as if he were his enemy.

The scholar dispelled the magical shield that automatically formed on his body, allowing the oppressive aura to transform into blades that cut through his robes.

"Dragons and holiness have nothing to do with each other, Omhead, you and I both know that. I just want to make amends for my mistakes. You must feel the same way! Instead of lingering in pain and doing nothing, why not give me the right to struggle! At least, I see the future I want, Jodonia is our hope! I don't want to be your enemy, my brothers!"

The remaining dragon priests looked at each other, then at the two people facing off.

Finally, all was quiet after the black dragon priest struck his staff.

"As usual, let's vote."

"I object." The red dragon priest Freheimer was as stubborn as a branding iron.

"Abstain." The Green Dragon Priest Irason... is good at... indecisiveness.

“I support you.” The White Dragon Priestess Prinz always surprised people; normally, she disliked many things, including Morokui. “For Lyle’s sake.”

Ultimately, the decision rested with the black dragon priest Ormhead.