Ashen Dragon-Chapter 411 - 334 Life Box
Chapter 411: Chapter 334 Life Box
“An ogre’s finger, a hydra lizard’s scale, a snowman’s heart…”
“Soul devouring grass…”
“A banshee’s feather…”
The lich muttered under his breath as he frantically rummaged through boxes and drawers.
Several bloody hands floated in the air, waving and searching for the necessary spellcasting materials as if they were alive.
The entire Soulcry Castle came alive, with wandering specters, armored death guards, flying skulls, and putrid zombies searching everywhere for him.
Now Orestes was utterly certain—the dragon had found him!
An ancient Red Dragon-level existence was about to descend upon Soulcry Castle; even more terrifying was the red dragon clutching his Life Box in its grasp. He had to be fully prepared to face this!
The lich had naturally considered the extreme circumstance of his Life Box being stolen.
He had memorized many sinister spells, such as the Spectral Curse Spell and Death Reclaim, mostly to curse the thief of his Life Box and retrieve it.
“There’s still a chance, there’s still a chance, this isn’t a death sentence…”
“It’s just a greedy red dragon.”
“Dragons, these creatures are the greediest. Perhaps, perhaps I just need to offer a trivial gold coin to ransom my Life Box.”
He murmured to himself.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and the entire Soulcry Castle shook violently. Bottles and jars fell from the shelves, and even the lich had difficulty standing steadily.
Tiny stones and chandeliers fell from the ceiling.
“What, what is happening?”
“Impossible!”
“The whole Soulcry Castle is filled with forbidden spells, and I’ve set up hundreds of protective magics. How could anyone get in!”
He felt the fluctuations in space.
The lich became furious, his voice hoarse as he roared and bellowed, making the bloody severed hands tremble in fear, afraid they would be devoured by their master.
Suddenly, the undead creatures all froze, standing in place.
“You useless creatures!”
“This, this is…”
Orestes cursed and turned around, his emaciated body also freezing in place, trembling all over.
The red dragon easily tore through space, arrogantly ripping apart countless forbidden spells, and appeared openly in the hall of Soulcry Castle. It occupied most of the space in the hall, crushing countless specimens, potions, and equipment.
Vicious spells automatically triggered; twisted faces, blurry ghostly figures, and thick black mist attacked from all directions, but the red dragon merely waved its wings lightly.
“Roar—”
“Aaaah—”
“Woooo—”
The unseen force field flickered, and all the curses around dissipated amid wails and screams.
The red dragon looked down upon the lich, holding an unremarkable wooden box in its claw.
—That was Orestes’ Life Box, his source of immortality, binding his soul to the Material Plane, and the only way to completely destroy him.
Cassius grinned, revealing a sinister smile. With his pale gold pupils, he looked down upon him.
“Orestes…”
“Finally, we meet.”
“You seem to enjoy watching from the shadows?”
Orestes, holding his magic wand, looked up, forcing a smile on his withered, decaying face.
“You… you actually know me; it is truly my honor.”
“Your Imperial Majesty, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. That tomb was merely a place for me to store my Life Box; those traps and eye demons were to guard against ignorant mortals. Someone as great as you surely wouldn’t…”
“No.”
Cassius interrupted.
“Lich, there never was any misunderstanding; I came here for this very reason.”
He toyed with the Life Box in his hand, every motion making Orestes’ heart quake—any slight mistake, and his soul would be utterly destroyed. All his centuries of accumulation would become a joke.
The lich trembled with fear. He could feel his soul quivering within the Life Box: “Your Majesty, you… what do you want?”
“There has been no animosity between us, so you must need something.”
“Whether it’s gold coins, spells, or my experimental results, I am willing to give everything, as long as you show mercy and return my Life Box to me…”
He spoke cautiously.
Cassius lightly shook his head, smiling as he said: “This is not for you to decide.”
“Whether there was animosity or not is irrelevant.”
“In fact, your very existence is irrational and needs to be eradicated in my view. I don’t allow any uncontrolled strength within the Ashen Empire—especially when this strength could threaten the Empire’s safety and unleash a tide of undead.”
Orestes lowered his head, responding: “Your Majesty, you are… being overly harsh. I settled in Anzeta centuries ago, and I don’t merely represent myself; I also represent the will of the Lord of Bones.”
The lich rubbed his magic wand, revealing the pale skull emblem upon it, with particularly deep eye sockets.
That wand bore a shred of divinity: Milco’s Rod of Catastrophe
He was communicating with the Lord of Bones, seeking the deity who turned him into a lich for protection against the terrifying dragon before him.
“Orestes…”
The pale skull began to twist…
“Heh heh…”
“Even deities cannot extend their reach into the Ashen Empire.”
Cassius sneered, unleashing the power of the Imperial Region, severing the connection between the wand and Milco, leaving Orestes in utter despair.
Within the Ashen Empire, the emperor possessed almost divine power, enough to sever Milco’s divine essence.
“Lich, cease your futile struggles; I offer you only two choices.”
The red dragon raised its claw. Under the lich’s exceedingly tense and anxious gaze, he slowly lifted the Life Box.
“Choose to submit to me, obey the Ashen Empire, and dedicate everything you have—including yourself.”
“Or…”
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He exerted a bit of force, his sharp claws contacted the wooden exterior of the Life Box, seemingly ready to pierce it.
“No—”
The lich couldn’t help but cry out, collapsing to the ground, feeling an extreme terror of his soul—a terror of facing death.
Since becoming a lich, Orestes had not felt such fear in centuries.
He could vividly feel—the red dragon truly dared to destroy his Life Box!
He truly might die!
Once that sharp claw pierced through, the lich’s soul would be destroyed, ending his centuries-old existence.
Fortunately, the red dragon paused just before piercing the Life Box.
Cassius glanced dismissively at the fallen lich, continuing.
“Or choose utter annihilation.”
