Chapter 577

As befits an object that enables a living being to reach the realm of immortality, the artifact box has a unique corner unlike general magic tools or magical powers.

To pick one of the most notable differences, it would be an example of something completely different being woven like a dense weave on the stem of magic that was clearly connected to the lich.

The wizards who studied this hypothesized that something close to life force, and furthermore, the soul, had an effect on magic. It is interpreted that it is close to a structure that maintains the main body of a lich by constantly sending magic and vitality toward the lich from the artifact box, which can be said to be the source of its power.

As a result, although the relic box itself can be said to be a product of magic, the power emitted from the relic box is not magic, but rather a kind of natural phenomenon.

Just as it is impossible to cut a hundred blades against water, if Eldmia swings her sword against magic, the magic that has been completed eventually flows in its own flow like flowing water.

This means that there is no way to do anything other than physically destroy magic tools or magically cancel spells unless you can completely control the mana scattered like air in nature and cut space.

Efforts may not give equal results to everyone, but it is the world’s rule that if a person with savvy puts in effort, the corresponding results come out. The effort, the lich who sold his soul and learned magic worked very hard. That’s it.

“You’re not very welcome, Mr. Richie. Why don’t you have a cup of tea and wait until we make your reliquary worthless?”

I wish more time had passed like this.

Even if 10 years, at least 5 more years have passed.

The lich, who had shrunk and moved silently for a long time incomparable to other liches, polished himself metallurgically, perhaps even becoming a lich that reached the realm of transcendence and gained notoriety in the world.

The human race is nothing more than a sacrifice to increase his army, and the birth of a ferocious monster that even the demons cannot even think of unless they prepare for a large-scale subjugation.

In a story that has almost reached such an end, a change occurs.

If it is the principle of the world that the effort put forth by the talented person is expressed as the result corresponding to it, it is also the principle of the world that no matter how long and hard the effort is, there is a possibility that it will collapse like a sandcastle in front of the waves due to sudden misfortune or change.

Richie had a vague feeling that the fate that befell him now might be such a worst outcome. It was said that it flew seriously, but what Lich considered important was only the unknown means of finding out the location of his reliquary at once.

It is a reliquary built so solidly that even I can’t remember how long it took me to complete it. I dared to assert myself that although there might be countless beings in the world who could completely neutralize it, I could confidently say that there would be only a handful of beings who could neutralize it in such a short amount of time that I couldn’t even respond.

Like piled up dust, like soot burned for a long time, like the deposited impurities of a swamp, the complex and thick reliquary was the pride and pride of the lich. I could say for sure that I threw away my mortal fate for this.

How could I have imagined that some madman would come out of nowhere and physically destroy the fruit he had accumulated through an unknown force.

All magic, helplessly, collapsed.

[[No, I can’t do this! I can’t do this!]]

Rich doesn’t just sit still. From the moment Emmet raised his wand, Richie was doing his best to counter Emmet’s attempted dispel. He hurriedly made four more skeleton hands, possessed a ghost, borrowed two more voices, concocted a spell, and responded to Emmet’s spell.

Nevertheless, the magic breaks down. From that appearance, the lich recalled the high-ranking mages that existed a long time ago.

Wizards who treated themselves as trash for not going through the regular process. Wizards who denied the genius they had accumulated independently and compared them to a sandcastle. Tired old people who valued the basics and talked about them. Even the hypocrites who sent compassionate eyes asking why they didn’t listen to them when they were blocked by a wall and couldn’t advance further.

The moment the ghosts of the past, who had now been sacrificed and disappeared by the hands of the lich, suddenly surfaced on the surface of the memory, the lich’s mind exploded.

[[Anyway, it’s all over!!]]

Anger eats up Rich’s reason, and the eaten reason starts to confuse past memories with the present. It was around that time that red light, reminiscent of ruby, began to flicker in the eye sockets, which were already filled with only bones and black darkness.

The spells that came out of the lich’s mouth grew more grotesque and ceased to be words, and the six skeletal arms twitched wildly. The dark clouds in the sky disappear and the flames rage wildly, but there is no sign of extinguishing.

Still, it was a sight that someone who didn’t know would think that the lich was shaking.

“Mr. Emmet! Cheer up a little more! That’s going to taste good soon!”

Carl Kansi, excited by this, stepped on the corpse slowly digging up the soil and shouted, but Emmet’s face went into a convulsive spasm.

It’s true that the lich is acting like he’s gone, but that doesn’t mean his magic is weakening. Rather, the situation was more urgent than just before. It was because what could be called a fight between the same wizards was about to end abruptly and the realm of a mud fight was about to begin.

What the lich was doing now was close to forcibly resolving the insufficient defects and problems of the technique by pouring a huge amount of magic power. The problem was that even if his opponent died soon, he was a lich, and Emmet, no matter how brilliant a wizard, was a living, breathing demon.

No matter how good you are at dispelling and how talented you are at using the opponent’s magic against you, you cannot face the rolling waves with only water in a water cup. The only consolation is that no matter how rich you are, if you abuse your mana like that, it’s certain that something will be damaged and greatly weakened later on?

The problem was... until then, you had to hold on, not someone else.

The fact that he might even have to repeat this action nine more times suddenly dawned on Emmett, and he regained his senses in a chilling feeling.

Opportunities are always in crisis, so

this was an opportunity to earn big.