Chapter 859 The Desperate Battle against Niccoli's Wrath

Chapter 859 The Desperate Battle against Niccoli's Wrath

[Filler Chapter]

[Leonel, Isolde, Roz, Avaris, Lethargia]

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Niccoli's teeth were gritting as he declared, "It's not enough just to make you suffer and kill you. I will make you an undead and kill you many times over, each death more grotesque than the last!"

A sinister wave of necrotic magic swept over the cemetery, but Leonel repelled it once more with his shield.

He didn't like the sound of being turned into an undead and be killed many times over. That's for sure. Even in a game the idea was repulsive. When roused to battle, Niccoli unleashed cruelty and overwhelming force. His childlike fury, almost amusing if not for the onslaught of necromantic spells, tore through both body and mind.

When roused to battle, Niccoli unleashed cruelty and overwhelming force. His childlike fury, almost amusing if not for the onslaught of necromantic spells, tore through both body and mind.

With a genius intellect, Niccoli was prepared for nearly any combat scenario, as long as he wasn't in the throes of a tantrum.

Becoming a lich wasn't merely about eternal life for Niccoli; it was to prove a point. And that point couldn't be made by lurking in a lair, waiting for enemies.

The lich child reveled in bringing the fight to his enemies, relishing in demonstrating his hard-earned power by obliterating hapless creatures with unstoppable magic.

Though prone to leaving survivors, Niccoli ensured they bore enough scars to ensure they'd never willingly cross paths again.

Isolde gritted her teeth as she continued to fire her guns, her movements becoming more frenzied as she desperately tried to keep Niccoli at bay. But it was clear that they were fighting a losing battle.

"He's too strong!" Roz bellowed.

"Just keep firing!" Isolde shouted back.

Leonel reached for another [Full Recovery Potion], gulping it down to replenish his health. If things took a turn for the worse, he'd have to resort to Ren's items, their saving grace in this fight.

However, Niccoli wasn't the only challenge they would face. Saving those items became crucial as they prepared for more bosses in the Netherworld.

Unless Ren had a change of heart and decided to provide them with more items, their fate hung in the balance here.

As Niccoli gathered his power for another devastating attack, the group knew they had to act fast. Together, they launched a coordinated assault, their combined strength finally breaking through Niccoli's defenses. But this only fueled Niccoli's rage, pushing him into [Berserk Mode].

The fog thickened, and the necrotic damage in the surrounding area intensified, adding to the chaos.

"What are you doing? Finish him off!" Avaris hollered at them, urgency lacing his voice.

"Easy for you to say! Go and finish him off if you can withstand this burst of magic!" Isolde shot back, frustration evident in her tone.

Closing the distance to finish Niccoli off became increasingly difficult as the child lich roared and raged, unleashing suffocating bursts of magic that threatened to topple them at any moment.

Avaris clicked his tongue in exasperation, his expression betraying a mix of frustration and resignation. "Must I do everything myself?" he muttered, his voice a low growl, as he gently laid the still-sleeping Lethargia on the ground. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, steeling himself for what he was about to do. "I really don't like to do this, but . . . this is our only chance to kill that motherfucker," he whispered under his breath.