Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

However, Gao Jialan continued to swing his fists haphazardly, as if venting his frustrations. Although the Black Abyss Prince's random swings were enough to kill Lyle, they were still enough to kill him.

"Why! Why is the Plague Doctor so fragile!"

Gaugalan's fist was imbued with the Plague Doctor's curse, but Lyle could only barely withstand the reduced speed.

"Where is your power! You who created such a wild creation as the Wheel of the Spine, why are you so weak!"

The sweeping whip kick triggered a sonic boom, slicing through Lyle's body like a guillotine with afterimages. Twisted flesh and pierced joints left wounds on the long leg, only making the fierce attack more brutal.

"You, who were also called the Prince of the Abyss! Why did you disappoint me!"

Gao Jialan tore off flesh from his thigh and smashed the deformed bone spurs. He continued to approach as if nothing had happened, the surging hellish power regenerating his flesh and blood, making it even stronger than his original limbs.

Curses and plagues could not withstand Gaugalan's power. Ironically, he was merely engaging in simple muscle-flexing exercises.

“I’m quite angry, Plague Doctor. Demons who can’t satisfy their desires are very irritating.” Gao Jialan raised his head, his golden eyes now stained blood red with primal rage.

"The weak can only accept defeat and death."

Prince Black Abyss raised his fist, like an enraged monarch delivering his final verdict.

He wanted to tear the ridiculous clown to pieces.

Gao Jialan's body began to swell. Scales and black bone spurs grew on the 1.9-meter-tall muscular man's body, and blood-red demonic patterns wrapped with hellish power bloomed on his growing body like flowers.

In his demon form, Gorgaran reverted to his original form, his rock-like fist ignited by hellfire, like a sun in the darkness.

In his demon form, Gaugalan chuckled, his hoarse voice, now demonized, sounding like it was cutting through rock.

"It's really funny. My race, the Black Abyss Demons, originally held this Hellfire Invitational Tournament to restore the dignity of our Hell race."

"Lich Andrei, your predecessors, the King of Mechs, the King of Curses, the King of Curses, Lord Remuntos, the King of the Abyss... their power truly drove the demons to despair. The highest honor in the Abyss Arena was entirely controlled by liches. In the dark age suppressed by liches, our compatriots were under immense pressure."

"Instead of comparing ourselves to the powerful previous generation, we demons compete against the younger generation. How despicable we demons are."

Gao Jialan forced a smile, which looked incredibly mocking to Lyle.

“But, Plague Doctor, the future does not belong to Andrei. Andrei will eventually decline, and you have already proven that. You will see the day when I lead my people to rise again. The demons are the darkest race.”

"Haha, enough of this nonsense. Let me end this farce."

On the Black Abyss Arena.

Andrei's stands.

The dean was gritting his teeth, "Damn demons! So that's what they were planning! That damned muscle-bound madman actually had such wicked ideas in his head, how despicable!"

Mr. Dragon snorted coldly, "The stupid demons are just deceiving themselves. The Andrei Lich is an academic spellcaster. His true strength comes when he completes his studies. Now they're challenging a plague healer who's just started learning necromancy. It's like a warrior fighting an early-stage necromancy mage. How dare they even bother?"

Mr. Jing chuckled. “It’s alright. My brother in the Plague Medicine Department has done very well. Reaching this point is already quite an achievement. Heh, and there’s also my idiotic subordinate who stabbed him in the back.” The president of the Demon Research Society let out a chilling laugh. “I will make the demons remember the cruelty of the liches after I deal with those two.”

The lich Andrei didn't care much about glory; for a lich, tangible benefits and research progress were what truly mattered. His actions for Andrei were merely empty slogans. All the liches continued their jovial banter, but they had all secretly noted down the demons' names in their little notebooks.

No lich cares about glory.

But humans care.

Lyle's right arm was broken, and he could only move it again using Nia's flesh and blood as a support. His face was scraped by the strong wind, and his Plague Doctor mask was already shattered. This wretched appearance was displayed on the large screen. The blood on his cheeks had congealed, leaving bloodstains that were indistinct in the darkness. Even his once clear eyes had become dim due to the massive loss of blood.

Lyle opened his mouth, which smelled of rust, and exhaled air mixed with the stench of blood and burning.

“You’re right, Prince Gao Jialan of the Black Abyss, you have indeed said a lot of nonsense.”

"The most worthless nonsense you've ever said is that you're slandering my college."

"Andre College".

"My mentor, my friend, my temple of knowledge, my home."

"You muscle-bound idiot, as expected, good-looking guys always have something wrong with them inside."

"Andrei, this is not a place you can belittle!"

Nia wrapped Lyle's shattered body, restoring his ability to move.

Lyle grabbed two bone spears, one thrusting it straight into the ground, the other pointing it at the demon prince Gaugalan.

The pillars of fire from hell illuminated Lyle's face, and the foul, dark wind carried his voice.

"I will not allow any power to surpass my academy!"

"I swear in the name of the Plague Doctor of Andre College, I will shatter your vain delusions."

"Anyone who covets the chaotic throne of Andrei the Lich will be defeated by me."

"The Lich will always be that darkest star, and you will continue to groan in your powerlessness beneath us."

"Let us begin the final battle, Prince of the Abyss."

"For Andrei."

Lyle raised his head and challenged the enraged monarch.

"Do not call me Prince of the Abyss, Gao Jialan."

Call me the Plague Doctor.

"Andrei's Plague Doctor".

Chapter 400 Ominous Sign Resurrected

"For Andrei!!!"

In the stands of the Black Abyss Arena, the Andrei Lich Stand was deathly silent. They stared at the roaring figure on the screen like silent corpses.

The arena was deathly silent; the commentators fell silent, and only Lyle's declaration echoed through the arena.

There was no laughter, no communication.

Even those who sense the eerie atmosphere and try to liven things up will be stopped by those around them.

The Andrei lich emitted a chilling, deathly breath.

"I heard it..."

"The sound of my heartbeat."

"My blood flows in the tubes, and magic stirs within my flesh."

The lich is cold, like a stagnant pool.

But someone gave them the warmth of flesh and blood, the deliciousness of food, ever-increasing desires, and burning glory.

Lyle is like a stone thrown into stagnant water, creating only calm ripples.

The ripples spread outwards in circles, and soon the water will return to calm.

But a lich with flesh and blood, with a heartbeat, and who yearns for lost emotions, will not give up this hard-won impulse.

From the stagnant water, countless icy hands reach out, stirring the calm surface into a surging tide.

"For Andrei!!!"

"Defeat him! Mr. Plague Doctor!"

"Kill those despicable demons! For Andrei!"

"Comrades! That's one of the Four Heavenly Kings of our Literary Society! That's right! He's one of my Dark Ones! Let's unite as one, and under the Plague Doctor's call, first crush the Demons! Then shatter the Holy Light of that idiot Raymond! Anyone who wants to join the Dark Legion, come and sign up with me!!!"

Andrei became agitated again, and this time, the dean did not stop him.

Looking at the frail, seemingly fragile figure on the screen, as if it could collapse at the slightest push, the dean stroked his beard and smiled.

His choice was right; the doctor was indeed quietly changing Andrei, guiding him in the direction he hoped for.

The dean raised his cane and struck the man hard.

"Damn George..."

when!

Mr. Raymond was preparing to deal with the sudden disturbance caused by the darkness when the Dean's enchanted staff struck his helmet hard.

Faced with Raymond's confusion, the dean smiled like a kind old man.

"Don't worry about that guy, Raymond. You have more important things to do."

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"You can reach the Hell Plane, right?" The Dean sat leisurely in his seat. "Don't let Andrei's hope be damaged too badly, and don't take your anger out on that little demon brat. I'll tell the enforcers of the Wandering City that you sneaked away when I wasn't looking."

“…Yes, I will take good care of the Plague Doctor.” Mr. Raymond sat back down. “But I trust the Plague Doctor; he will definitely keep his word.”

However, Lyle, who spoke so eloquently, actually lacked confidence.

There is indeed a way to win, but there is only one, and the chances of winning are slim.

His physical condition was terrible; if it weren't for Nia's flesh and blood supporting him, he wouldn't be able to move at all. His right arm was immobile, and Nia couldn't provide any means of movement to protect him. His only mobile arm, his left arm, could only control Vilimro's Claw to launch one attack.

I only have one chance.

Lyle seized the opportunity to win.

The reason why Gao Jialan showed an overwhelming advantage was ultimately due to the blessing of the power of hell.

Super-fast regeneration, resistant growth.

After frequent contact, Lyle finally discovered the flow pattern and source of the Hell Power.

Right beneath your feet, right in hell itself.

Hell Dimension Six is ​​a pie.

Beneath a thick layer of rock, deep within hell lies a powerful force.

The power of hell, a mysterious, black power buried underground, a power of fear.

Black, buried underground, it can burn to release energy.

In Lyle's mind, the power of hell was already synonymous with gas.

The current situation is that the demons, through their own advantages, can draw upon "gas" from the depths of hell to strengthen themselves. Within the rock strata, there is a dense network of invisible, intricate "gas" pipes.

Therefore, theoretically, as long as Lyle cuts off Gaugaland's power source and delivers a fatal blow in that instant, he can achieve victory.