This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 131 - 122 The True Mage The Real Master

Chapter 131: Chapter 122: The True Mage, The Real Master

Chapter 131 -122: The True Mage, The Real Master

Ordinary zombies are much weaker than their original forms, just like that Balor Flame Demon zombie, which was quickly chopped into pieces by its peers.

So while there’s a huge mass of zombies, their actual combat strength is just so-so; a fireball thrown into their midst can easily blow up a large number.

But the sight of these fearless undead hurling themselves into the fray is still quite shocking.

The demons were caught off guard and were heavily suppressed for a while.

Amberser wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by.

All sorts of powerful magic spells rained down from the sky, causing the group of demons to howl in chaos.

Large areas of deadly poison fog appeared above the heads of Minor Coward Demons, causing them to emit plumes of white smoke, their skin to ulcerate, and then their flesh to turn to pus, leaving only white, bony skeletons.

The skeletons then rose from the pus and continued to serve Amberser.

The surviving Balor Flame Demons hadn’t even had the chance to feel relieved that their zombified companions had been dismembered when they turned to see more undead rushing toward them.

Even the eternally angry Balor Flame Demons began to doubt. Was the necromancer’s magic too terrifying, beyond even the concept of Legendary?

Even a Lich at the Legendary Rank could drain all its mana raising tens of thousands of zombies at once.

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But here were over ten thousand zombies, plus countless spells falling from the sky like they were free.

Could it be that he brought a treasury’s worth of magic scrolls to battle?

It’s just a common hellish invasion, right? To fight so extravagantly – can this necromancer afford such a lifestyle in the future?

But Amberser didn’t care at all.

Money earned is meant to be joyfully spent. Previously, he could only cower before these demons, not a match for them at all. But now, with the Golden Throne and a vast amount of Gold Coins he’d extracted left and right, Amberser’s combat power was authentically Legendary, and among the strongest at that.

After being a fake for so long, it was time to raise his head high and let out a breath of pride!

Cloud of Death, Triple Fireballs, Decree of Death, Domination of Monsters, Chain Lightning, Utuk’s Ice Sealing Sphere… Money was no object when casting spells, and then the Dice of Destiny followed closely, turning possible hits into certain ones, possible saves into inevitable fails.

The poor Balor Flame Demons, despite their strong magic resistance, were very unlikely to resist spells like Death’s Touch, but if there was even a slight chance of hitting them, with Amberser, it was a certainty.

One by one, the Flame Giants extinguished their Hellfire and took on Soul Fire instead, then turned to cleave their companions with a sword.

When had the Hell Demons ever seen such an absurd situation? With each death, the Balor Flame Demons’ numbers dwindled, while the undead only grew more numerous.

With his terrifying ability to cast spells, Amberser showed everyone what it meant to be an Artillery Mage, why mages were revered as mighty.

Even the elves lost their ability to think amidst their shock.

This was no longer Legendary; the effect was clearly that of a group of Legendary Mages casting spells in unison.

The demons, under this horrific magical onslaught, began to crumble. The Minor Coward Demons at the bottom were the first to break, lacking the Balor Flame Demons’ immense power and their never-ending rage. Seeing they couldn’t win, they began to flee.

Demons have no sense of morality; what they wanted most from invading the mortal realm was fresh flesh and blood. After all, the higher-ranked demons were already too preoccupied to care about them. If not now, when would they escape?

As the Hellfire slowly died out, the demons fled. The remaining two Balor Flame Demons also burrowed into the magma, escaping back to Hell.

This was also why Hell had always been unable to dominate the mortal realm.

Demons are cruel, vile, selfish, and possess great power but cannot truly cooperate. It’s tolerable when the battle is in their favor, but at the slightest disadvantage they may turn on each other first, given that the Hell Lords also harbor deep enmity towards one another.

Perhaps this is the balance created by Aeo; in this world, you cannot have demons that are both powerful and cruel, yet also unified with a readiness to sacrifice themselves.

Laine has so many Paladins because they are truly devout and practice the doctrines of the Holy Light. It’s impossible for a group of self-serving old nobility to create a kingdom covered in Holy Light.

In the world of the undead, you can’t enslave intelligent beings and expect them to remain fiercely loyal while retaining their full intelligence and personality.

This is something not even Deities can achieve.

The strength of Amberser came at a great cost.

This battle alone had cost him at least five million Gold Coins, and even the power of Destiny had been greatly consumed.

Despite the expense, Amberser felt extremely exhilarated; using magic to crush his enemies felt truly amazing.

This battle ended under Amberser’s unreasonable barrage of magic, and he slowly descended from the high skies, standing before Katherine.

The moment he saw Katherine’s visage, Amberser too lost himself for an instant.

Could there be such a beautiful woman in this world?

If it weren’t for the fact that Liches lacked worldly desires, Amberser felt he might have fallen for the Elf Queen at first sight.

Her charm has exceeded mere beauty, surely the effect of a blessing from the Elven Gods.

Truly worthy of being an elf, the absolute favored of the gods.

Amberser recalled how a group of goddesses wanted him to become Chosen of God, but there was no benefit to it, only traps or various terms and contracts. Why couldn’t these goddesses learn from the Elven Gods and directly confer enough blessings to earn sincere devotion? The suppression of the Evil Gods wasn’t without reason after all.

These thoughts flashed through Amberser’s mind as he said to Katherine, “Your Majesty, I am deeply sorry for the unfortunate incident you encountered. This was a misjudgment on my part. However, please rest assured, I will provide an explanation to the elves.”

“Demons appearing on this land indicates that there are those who do not wish for our peace talks to proceed.”

Katherine did not seek to assign blame, as Amberser’s timely arrival was too crucial; a moment later and the Elf Tribe’s secrets would no longer have been concealed.

Katherine sized up Amberser, slightly surprised even though she knew this was just a facade conjured by Amberser.

It was a “style” that Katherine had never seen before: he appeared human, but his features seemed even more delicate than those of the elves, significantly distinct from any human race on the continent.

It was an off-kilter aesthetic, yet undeniably appealing.

Perhaps it could not compare to the grace bestowed upon someone like Katherine, but it was like a novel artistic concept, dazzling in its own right.

The Elf Tribe was particularly sensitive to the concept of beauty, and upon their first glimpse of Amberser, they were captivated by his unique appearance, diminishing the deep-seated hostility towards the Lich within them.

Amberser was unaware that his former life’s looks could have such an effect, only feeling that this beautiful Elf Queen was rather nice, and her speech, pleasant.

“Then, may I ask if you require rest? The negotiations can be temporarily postponed.”

Having just been through a fierce battle, though the Elf Tribe suffered no fatalities, many elves were injured. Amberser saw that several of them could not even stand unassisted and needed to be supported by their companions.

Katherine nodded and said, “Thank you for your consideration. We do indeed need some time to heal the wounded. Is there a suitable place nearby?”

With a casual gesture, Amberser conjured the Door of Randomness and said to Katherine, “You and the others may rest at my castle for now. I will explain the situation to the Desert Dwarves.”

Katherine expressed her gratitude to Amberser again, then led the elves through the spatial gate.

After sending the people back, Amberser hastened to the meeting site to inform the Desert Dwarves of the ambush on the Elf Tribe.

Hoffman Ironfist furrowed his brow, “The Hell Believers are so rampant they can directly open the Gates of Hell now?”

After making this remark, Hoffman Ironfist turned his head to look at Hake Stone.

This Dwarf Vampire awkwardly raised his head to look at the star-filled sky, realizing he had forgotten to remind Amberser about the issue of Hell worship; but then again, nobody had expected these madmen to be so outrageous. Maybe they had been preparing to open a Gate of Hell since immediately after the destruction of Alchemy City.

Seeing his old friend’s expression, Hoffman Ironfist understood the situation and decided not to fuss with Amberser about the delayed negotiations.

“Let’s postpone the conference, then,” said Hoffman Ironfist with a hint of regret.

The Laine Empire had advanced their battle lines up to the Royal Palace, leaving the Desert Dwarves with not much time. Even a day’s delay could lead to new complications, so it was impossible to discuss matters of national importance with the Elf Tribe right after this incident.

Why did the Desert Dwarves keep running into such misfortune?

“Thank you for your understanding. I will arrange accommodations for all of you in nearby territory…” Amberser was about to send the Desert Dwarves to Viscount Leiteman’s lands, which would have been ideal since the lord was deeply collaborating with the dwarves, allowing them to deepen their exchanges.

However, Hoffman Ironfist interrupted, “No need for that. We’ll find a place to stay around here.”

“Here?”

Amberser looked around; they were in the ruins of Alchemy City, surrounded by dilapidated wrecks, hardly a place to stay.

Hoffman Ironfist pointed at the ground beneath them, “For a conference that concerns the fate of three kingdoms, don’t you think this little hillock is too rudimentary?”

The small platform, assembled from several stacked earth walls and furnished with ordinary chairs and tables, did look rather primitive.

All Amberser could do was respond with resignation, “I’m not particularly skilled at architecture.”

“Then let us handle it. I wouldn’t want this small hillock to be recorded in history; it would be a disgrace to us dwarves,” retorted Hoffman Ironfist, his frustration seeking an outlet.

The dwarves wasted no time, busying themselves with major construction work on the small hillock.

Upon watching them, Amberser observed that the dwarves indeed had a natural talent for building. They deployed various magic spells and quickly transformed the nearby landscape.

It appeared they were intent on constructing a castle upon these ruins.

Amberser was indifferent; if they were happy building a splendid castle, then so be it.

Having settled the envoys from both sides, Amberser returned to the previous battlefield.

While the remnants of the Hell Gate’s essence lingered, Amberser intended to uncover the hidden mastermind.

Someone dared to interrupt his business? This enmity was unforgivable!