Ashen Dragon-Chapter 409 - 332 Lich’s Diary (3)

Chapter 409: Chapter 332 Lich’s Diary (3)

If one were to open Orestes’s journal, they would discover the source of his confidence—a true sanctuary of living beings in the next tomb chamber. Even a Legendary One could not easily break in.

“New Calendar, 1407, December, clear.”

“It has been two years since I transformed into the great Immortal. I have broken free from the shackles of death, and everything is so wonderfully different.”

“But….. there are still hidden dangers.”

“I needed a better way to protect my Life Box, so I bought thirty-five female elves from the black market, cursed them, and turned them into banshees—”

“I watched them struggle, wail, their flesh rot, their minds decay until they died and were transformed into undead monsters. In the end, twenty-seven of them succeeded.”

“Hmm… they were truly fascinating undead creatures. They could no longer feel joy, only the misery of life, yet still, they longed for the beauty they had as living beings.”

“Fortunately, my experiment was a success. I placed the remaining twenty-seven banshees into a bottle, where they would be eternally imprisoned, never ceasing their woeful wails—that is the Banshee’s Wail Vial.”

“Heh heh, from now on, no one can leave here alive.”

Banshee’s Howl—

This was known among mages as one of the most terrifying Ninth Tier Spells. The howl it emitted generated extremely strong negative energy, capable of tearing apart a person’s soul.

And Orestes solidified this Ninth Tier Spell, placing it in the deepest tomb chamber to protect his precious Life Box.

Orestes stared at the image on the crystal skull, eyes glued to the man about to enter the next tomb chamber, his voice rasping, “Feel death… you overestimating mortal.”

“Heh heh heh…”

…

“This is the Chamber of Demise then.”

“In my previous life, I had only heard of its name. I didn’t expect to actually enter it now.”

Cassius wiped the dust off the stone door, gazing at the revealed emblem of the skeletal saint, unable to suppress his admiration.

In their previous lives, the players had barely made it through the torment of the Death Corridor, thinking they could finally taste the sweet fruit of victory.

But as soon as they pushed open the stone door, they were met with the Ninth Tier Spell Banshee’s Howl—once again, the players faced total annihilation.

Until someone thought of using soulless constructs to destroy the Banshee’s Wail Vial, allowing the players to enter the chamber.

“An interesting thing.”

Cassius squinted his eyes slightly. With the power of the Heavenly Calamity Dragon Eye, his vision pierced through the stone door, seeing the crystal bottle and the twenty-seven imprisoned banshees inside.

That was a piece of legendary equipment. As long as any living being approached, the banshees in the bottle would unleash the Banshee’s Howl, tearing the souls of their enemies apart.

So, he lightly placed his hand on the stone door.

“Yes, just like that, just like that…”

“Foolish ignorant mortal…”

“Push open this door to death and embrace your demise!”

The lich watched the magic image, urging impatiently, wishing he could teleport himself there to open the door.

Unexpectedly, the man flexed his fingers slightly, and a claw-shaped force field appeared in the chamber out of thin air, directly grabbing the crystal bottle containing the banshees.

“No——”

“What is he doing?!”

“Impossible! How did he discover it!”

The lich roared madly in his heart.

But in the next instant, something even more terrifying happened—

The claw-shaped force field tore through the air, creating a spatial rift, and the bottle disappeared.

It was stolen!

The trap he had meticulously designed over decades was stolen!

The lich’s withered hands trembled slightly, the ghost fire in his eye sockets flickering wildly. He knew the situation had become dire.

Orestes picked up a bone staff from the rack, preparing to cast a teleportation spell directly to the Chamber of Demise.

But he suddenly realized—the space around the chamber seemed isolated.

“Damn it!”

“Why can’t I cast spells!”

The lich fell into complete madness.

Dense necromantic mist emanated from his skull, and the ghost fire in his eyes burned furiously.

Even with his full strength, Orestes could not enter, he could only watch helplessly as the man stepped into the place where his Life Box was hidden.

“No, he won’t discover my Life Box…”

“My scheme cannot be wrong.”

“Besides, besides I have my final arrangements, this human will never think of this! He will surely die!”

Orestes gritted his teeth.

His bravado was not unfounded. Actually, the lich had anticipated such the worst scenarios and had made thorough preparations.

In the Chamber of Demise was a Sub-Legendary Level magic wand, an enticing bait that would make adventurers think they had found the “final reward” and leave the chamber.

His Life Box was hidden in a scarcely noticeable secret room, whose entrance only revealed by unlocking a sequence of paintings on the wall.

More importantly, his secret room was guarded by three Eye Demons—he had sacrificed numerous souls to summon these creatures, and their two-hundred-year tenure was about to end, with them returning to the otherworld.

The lich had thought that he wouldn’t have the opportunity to use these final safeguards within these two hundred years, but unexpected events occurred today.

These mutated strange creatures, driven by greed and hatred, were every spellcaster’s nightmare. Their large eyes could emit antimagic fields, and cause petrification, hypnosis, and charm.

Orestes believed that anyone, in such a confined space, targeted by the ambush of three Eye Demons would meet a tragic end.

In the Chamber of Demise.

Within the heavy stone coffin, the body of the Elder of Misfortune had already turned to bone, like an incarnation of Milco.

On the walls, there were paintings of men, women, and children, depicting different stages of death and decay.

Cassius picked up the magic wand from the altar and waved it casually, releasing dark green energy.

“Interesting…”

“A wand capable of releasing Eighth Tier Spells, this must be the ‘divine artifact’ from my previous life.”

This was the Sub-Legendary Level Withering Staff, able to release the Eighth Tier Wither Spell, which drained an enemy’s life energy, causing their body to wither.

“And these paintings…”

Cassius chuckled lightly, snapping his fingers, causing the paintings to fall in sequence.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, a secret door appeared in the corner, leading to the darkest of secret rooms.

“So, it was found after all…”

“Does this human know something, could it be the remnants…”

“But it doesn’t matter… Mortal, witnessing the Life Box of an Immortal will be your last honor, you will die amidst the Eye Demons’ laughter!”

The lich’s body trembled violently, and his withered face showed a tense expression. Despite his mad words, they revealed how much he valued his Life Box.

It was the source of a lich’s immortality!

Cassius proceeded step by step down the stairs, entering the secret room.

Finally, under the flickering lights, he saw the lich’s Life Box—it was just a small jewelry box, surrounded by densely engraved forbidden runes.

“Finally here.”

“But… what is that?”

The spherical bodies were floating, their large, bloodshot eyes wide open above gaping mouths, while smaller eyestalks twisted and turned, searching for enemies.

Three Eye Demons emerged from the shadows, laughing wildly. Their three main eyes created antimagic fields, attacking from different directions.

“Intruder!”

“Die!”

“Eat you!”

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As expected, the man’s body seemed affected by the antimagic field, flickering with a magical aura.

The lich watched intensely, muttering a low prayer: “Yes, yes, Eye Demons, destroy this magician’s protective magics, tear him to pieces!”

He didn’t know that—it wasn’t a protective magic, but a Fourth Tier complete shape-shifting spell.

“Boom!”

A thunderous crash resounded.

The surrounding stones shattered, the walls collapsed, and a cloud of dust rose abruptly, as if something was rapidly expanding within the dust.

“Crack, crack…”

As the smoke cleared, chaos lay all around. The secret room had completely caved in, and the gloating smiles on the Eye Demons’ faces vanished, replaced by endless terror.

The Chamber of Demise seemed so small in the presence of the massive Red Dragon.

Its towering back smashed through the ceiling, creating cracks in the rock, while its expansive wings, even when tightly folded, brushed against the chamber’s walls on both sides.

The dragon’s body took up most of the chamber.

This was no exaggeration; this was reality.

The Red Dragon lowered its head, exposing a menacing grin. Its shadow engulfed the trembling Eye Demons completely.

“I heard… you want to eat me?”