Ashen Dragon-Chapter 408 - 331: Lich’s Diary (Part 2)

Chapter 408: Chapter 331: Lich’s Diary (Part 2)

“Boom——”

There was a thunderous explosion as the air shattered.

Extremely intense flames poured out from the man’s palm, turning the originally dark tomb chamber into a raging sea of fire. Everything in the chamber was illuminated by the dazzling light of the flames.

The light from the fire rendered the man’s face exceptionally clear, and the lich could even see a mocking smile on that handsome face.

The air twisted, and sparks flew.

Tongues of fire danced wildly.

“Aah——”

“No, no——”

“Human! How dare you——”

The tomb chamber was filled with chaos.

Those undead creatures, which were terrifying to the common eye, wailed, screamed, and roared. They scattered in all directions, trying to escape the sea of fire.

But no matter how they struggled, they still couldn’t escape the ravaging tongues of flame and were mercilessly consumed by the fire.

The fire lasted for three minutes.

Hundreds of undead creatures were completely eradicated, leaving only clusters of smoldering embers burning on the tomb’s floor, still spreading in some places.

“Snap!”

The man snapped his fingers, and the flames instantly extinguished.

In just a few minutes, the once “lively” tomb chamber was empty.

Only blackened marks covered the walls and coffins, and a thin layer of ash coated the floor, with wisps of smoke from the dissipated undead lingering everywhere.

“Such a number of undead.”

“I wonder how much ‘material’ was consumed over the years?”

The man sighed softly. He raised his hand, and a breeze blew, dispersing the ashes and revealing a clear path before him.

He continued to walk deeper into the tomb chamber.

Behind him, the tongues of fire squirmed like living creatures, finally flowing into the cracks in the tomb chamber walls. They destroyed the hidden pale skulls in the secret compartments—vicious magic artifacts that could turn human remains into undead creatures.

This “man-eating tomb chamber,” which had harmed countless individuals over the centuries, finally met its complete end at this moment.

In Soulcry Castle, the ghostly flames in the lich’s eye sockets flickered.

“Magician…”

The bone pen beside him continued writing furiously.

“This level of flame control, it’s highly likely to be a legendary sorcerer. Too strange, how could Anzeta, this magic wilderness, produce such a human?”

“The situation is getting worse and worse. Perhaps I really should hasten to slumber, to avoid a few centuries—after dealing with this intruder.”

Orestes’ ghostly flames flickered in his eye sockets as decayed mists emitted.

He gently caressed his skull with his withered hand, speaking in a cold tone, “So what if it’s a legendary sorcerer?”

“Just a mortal.”

“They still can’t escape the fate of death, can’t evade the final resting place—this is the despicable nature of mortals. They can never compare to an immortal being like me.”

“You will become my last prey before my slumber.”

The lich stared intently at the man in the image with hollow eyes as he spoke.

Orestes’ confidence was not baseless. He had long anticipated the situation of a spellcaster intruding and had prepared everything in the tomb a century in advance.

Even against a legendary spellcaster, the lich had confidence that they would suffer severe losses.

The heavy stone door slowly opened.

Ahead lay a dark, seemingly endless corridor, like a giant maw waiting to devour, with occasional howling winds.

“Death Corridor.”

Cassius looked at the corridor with some emotion.

In his previous life, it was known as the “Death Corridor,” the most disgusting checkpoint in this dungeon, filled with countless traps and necromantic formations in an intricate, interconnected manner.

Even the professional gamer team led by Singo had experienced numerous complete wipeouts before passing through this corridor to reach the next tomb chamber.

“How nostalgic.”

Cassius did not hesitate and walked straight in.

Meanwhile, several miles away in Soulcry Castle, a certain lich watched everything, eagerly anticipating the human intruding into the tomb to be torn to shreds.

“Click!”

“Boom!”

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“Bang! Bang!”

“Whoosh!”

Amidst the series of chaotic sounds, hundreds of mechanisms and traps in the Death Corridor were triggered successively.

Arrows coated with bone-corroding poison flew through the air; steel spikes capable of piercing flesh extended from the walls; miasma that could cause total decay enveloped the surroundings; pools of acid on the ground could reduce a human to bones…

And this was just the beginning.

Spells were the most lethal in this corridor.

Death formations, marks of fear, and soul-capturing formations painted on the ceiling and walls could snatch away the lives of passersby in an instant.

Yet Cassius walked forward leisurely, unperturbed, not affected in the slightest.

Arrows, steel spikes, and toxic liquid were all blocked by an invisible barrier before they could reach his body, unable to harm him at all.

The {Death Formation} on the walls suddenly lit up, unleashing endless death fog from the formation while wailing ghosts trapped within tried to steal the intruder’s life.

But Cassius merely waved his hand, erasing the formation.

The {Resurrection of the Dead} spell on the ceiling awakened hundreds of bones and remnants in the corridor into undead skeletons and zombies.

They roared and lunged at Cassius, only to be burned to ashes once again by the flames.

“So noisy.”

“Why does this lich love piling monsters so much? He should have designed Dark Souls Twelve in my previous life.”

“Boom!”

Cassius stomped his foot, and all the mechanisms, traps, and formations around him dimmed instantly, eventually shattering.

The entire Death Corridor fell silent at once, all the noise abruptly ended.

This corridor, once known as the “most disgusting checkpoint in history” that no one had ever passed through in centuries, was finally completely destroyed by someone.

The Death Corridor was supposed to torment players for days on end, causing countless deaths and injuries to dozens of top professional gamers. Yet, Cassius, this “cheating” character, cleared it effortlessly.

Cassius continued walking forward.

The Death Corridor, built along an underground cave, stretched several kilometers long.

Statues of men, women, and children depicting various stages of death and decay lined the walls of the inner hall, with dozens of tomb chambers on both sides, constantly spewing undead creatures—but none of these were his targets.

His destination was the deepest part of the ancient tomb, the resting place of Milco’s Elder of Misfortune—the Chamber of Demise.

“How… how is this possible?”

“How is he doing it so easily?”

In Soulcry Castle, the lich’s voice no longer remained as indifferent as before, as if nothing mattered to him. It now held a touch of urgency, perhaps even a hint of losing sanity.

Liches cared little for the affairs of living creatures—unless it pertained to themselves.

No wonder Orestes was so distraught. After passing through the Death Corridor, that mysterious and dangerous man was not far from his life box.

The life box was Orestes’ most treasured possession and the greatest secret of a lich’s immortality.

“No, it can’t be.”

“He won’t find my life box.”

“I have many arrangements in the next tomb chamber. Even if he truly is a legendary sorcerer, he won’t come out of those spells unscathed.”

“Even if he withstands all the spells… he won’t find my life box. Moreover… I have the perfect last resort at the place where my life box is hidden.”

“These short-lived mortals, their lives as fragile as ants, how could they possibly compare to the centuries of preparation I, an immortal, have put in?”