This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 183 - 170 Endless One Taraxin

Chapter 183: Chapter 170: Endless One Taraxin!

Chapter 183 -170: Endless One Taraxin!

For most deities, seizing faith is more convenient than developing it.

The reason is simple.

It’s not easy to make a mortal worship you; even if you display great powers that could alter heaven and earth before them, they might only think you are “impressive,” hardly enough to spark true adoration.

That’s because there isn’t just one deity in the world. Countless bards make their living by boasting about the greatness of deities, and even the weakest deity has had inspiring poems written about them.

A deity that can lift a mountain is indeed great, but as recorded in poems, some mages can do that too.

So is this deity really impressive or not?

Most mortals have no way of knowing and can only speculate.

This makes the spread of worship for deities challenging: you need to spend time making them understand your greatness, then accepting your doctrines, and recognizing the benefits of worship and the consequences of disbelief.

The process is very bothersome and requires plenty of patience and time.

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But if the believer already worships another deity, things often become much simpler.

As long as you can defeat that deity, those followers will realize how “great” you are.

Many deities who advocate violence operate this way; if you can fight and win, you’re awesome—no need to waste time explaining so much to mortals. The most obvious example is the Lord of the Storm, who prefers to demonstrate his majesty with thunder.

Those who like it genuinely do because very few deities preaching violence can beat him. Therefore, there will never be a lack of followers for the Lord of the Storm, and he doesn’t need to deliberately spread his faith.

However, this approach has its limitations; for example, the Lord of the Storm cannot defeat the Lord of the Dawn, so his following is a minority. If your main divine power is violence, yet you can’t beat a deity who practices light, why wouldn’t I worship that one instead?

This mindset significantly impacts the development of faith.

But this is irrelevant to Amberser; he’s not aiming to become a deity. He just wants to harvest some faith.

So now is the most opportune moment. The Red Hat has gone through immense trouble to deceive these Kuotuo murlocs into worshipping him as a deity. Amberser just needs to step forward, eliminate the Red Hat, and he can skip much of the preaching, directly making these Kuotuo murlocs kneel in worship.

It’s a benefit delivered to his doorstep, foolish to reject.

While the Red Hat greedily absorbs the faith of the murlocs, Amberser appears on the beach, cloaked in moonlight.

He wears a black cloak, but his figure glows a dazzling silver-white, exceptionally radiant under the moonlight.

The Kuotuo murlocs, initially bowing down, are drawn by this hint of silver-white and turn their large fish heads to gaze at Amberser with puzzled eyes.

Their prayers interrupted, the supply of the power of faith ceases.

The dwarf-like Red Hat lets out an angry roar!

“Kneel before me, you foolish dead fish! I am your deity, even if the sky falls, you must complete your prayers!”

Scolded by the Red Hat, the murlocs turn back, foolishly resuming their worship rituals.

Though the flow of the power of faith resumes, the Red Hat doesn’t take it lightly. He watches Amberser cautiously, having been in this plane for many years and slaughtered numerous species, but find something very strange about Amberser.

He appears to be a warrior wearing silver-white armor, a common paladin look, but without any divine symbols or clear indication of which deity’s doctrines he practices.

Another oddity is that from head to toe, this paladin exudes an aura of death and darkness. As an evil entity himself, the Red Hat is incredibly sensitive to this aura, feeling like he’s facing a lich.

An Undead Paladin? No, that’s not right. He could very well be an Oathbreaker!

Oathbreakers are essentially paladins who have acted against their vows and, as a result, suffer backlash from their own powers. Depending on the content of their vows, the backlash manifests different effects.

But most Oathbreakers undergo a drastic change in temperament, their actions and character slipping ever more into evil.

What is an Oathbreaker doing here?!

Amberser doesn’t care what the Red Hat thinks, steadily walking toward the altar.

The Red Hat raises the hooked dagger in his hand and bellows at Amberser, “Step back, whatever you are, or you shall endure the wrath of a deity!”

“The wrath of a deity? Well, that’s convenient. I just happen to fancy slaughtering a god.”

Amberser is unfazed, not slowing his steps in the slightest.

“Who exactly are you?!” the Red Hat shrieks.

“Who am I?” Amberser hesitates for a moment, then extends his right hand.

A thick dark aura emanates from the palm of his hand, forming a magic staff taller than a person, with dark green energy that represents death swirling around it, as if to dye the sky a different color.

Amberser’s figure suddenly grows larger, more godlike in stature than the hunchbacked, diminutive Red Hat.

This staff in his hand dates back to when Amberser was an adventurer, but now that he’s reincarnated as a lich, its effect is much diminished. But that’s alright, as long as it looks cool.

“Taraxin, the Endless One Taraxin! That’s my name, remember it as the one who brings you death.”

Amberser flicks the staff, and an invisible force lifts the Red Hat high into the air, then flings him into the distance.

Mind control—a rather fine remote control spell.

Amberser had previously used this trick against the Elf Dusk Guards from over a hundred meters away, snatching them right before him.

Now changing from grabbing to throwing, the effect remains the same.

Red Hat simply could not resist this tremendous force and was thrown dozens of meters by Amberser, bouncing repeatedly on the sand, resembling a stone skipping on water.

When Red Hat was sent flying, the Kuotuo Murlocs were stunned for a moment, wondering how their deity could be so embarrassed.

But they still loyally stood up, took up fishbone spears made from stones, and charged towards Amberser.

Filial piety is commendable, but strength… With a Thunderous Wave, Amberser sent them all flying, even holding back his power, fearing he would kill them.

“Foolish mortals, you worship a false god and have been deceived by him. In the presence of a true deity, this impostor has no strength to fight back.”

While saying this, Amberser once again swung his staff at Red Hat.

But this time, his Mind Control effect failed. A dazzling blood light burst forth from Red Hat, completely negating Amberser’s spell effect.

“Using the Power of Faith to counter my spell effect? Quite thoughtful, but it’s also too wasteful.”

Mortals find it hard to transform the Power of Faith into divine power; Red Hat probably used some special method from the Fairy Wilderness to control the Power of Faith, granting himself temporary immunity to various spell effects.

But the consumption is huge, Amberser estimated he wouldn’t last thirty seconds.

For a mage, an opponent who could be immune to magic for thirty seconds was already lethal.

Red Hat, glowing with blood light, charged towards Amberser. Despite his small size, the creature specialized in slaughter moved incredibly fast.

The iron shoes he wore seemed to have some kind of accelerating effect, allowing him to charge across dozens of meters in one go, arriving beside Amberser, where he swept his hooked dagger towards Amberser’s knee.

This bizarre weapon glowed with magical light, obviously having some special enchantment effect. In the spur of the moment, Amberser couldn’t make it out, so he didn’t rely on the sturdiness of Mithril to take the blow head-on.

With a sching sound, a blade popped out of Amberser’s arm, blocking the pointed dagger.

A dazzling burst of fire came from the dagger, and instantly, Amberser felt the blade in his hand become searing hot.

Beyond that, bursts of electricity erupted, swiftly coursing through Amberser’s entire body.

“Seething metal, lightning enchantment?”

Amberser was a bit surprised; this dagger was extraordinary, capable of having two different magic effects attached to it.

If it were an ordinary person, the seething metal effect alone could cause their sword-holding hands to peel, forcing them to drop the weapon, and the intense electric current could penetrate through the metal armor, causing the person inside to convulse all over.

No wonder Red Hat dared to charge at him despite seeing his Mithril armor; he was well-prepared indeed.

But unfortunately for Red Hat, Amberser wasn’t just wearing armor; his body was mechanical.

The seething metal effect didn’t force him to drop his weapon; rather, it added a burning effect to his blade, and the tiny burst of electricity, after making a loop around Amberser’s body, didn’t cause any harm. Instead, it recharged his Mana Power Furnace a bit.

Red Hat thought he had landed a successful strike, only to be kicked away by Amberser.

The kick was so fast, Red Hat didn’t even see it coming.

As he was mid-air, he didn’t have time to ponder why his enchanted dagger was ineffective, but he did see Amberser appear above him.

“How can this Oathbreaker be so fast?!”

Paladins weren’t known for training with agility and speed as their primary focus; this Oathbreaker in front of him was as quick as a high-tier Ranger.

Amberser’s pair of blades traced dozens of brilliant arcs in mid-air, and by the time he landed back on the sand, Red Hat had already become scattered chunks of flesh soaring through the air.

Large swathes of blood mixed with bits of flesh fell, painting a massive area of the sand red.

The abilities of a Legendary Ranger, combined with a dual-core driven mechanical body, delivered combat power beyond Amberser’s imagination. Moreover, this feeling of being able to tear apart enemies effortlessly, without strenuous effort, was truly delightful; no wonder every transmigrator wanted to cheat.

It was just a pity that Amberser had only recently started to feel the benefits of cheating; the previous several hundred years had been nothing but bitter tears.

After calming his emotions, Amberser gave his arms a shake, retracting the blades back into his forearms, and turned around nonchalantly, looking towards the Kuotao Murlocs who had just picked themselves up.

Having been swiftly slain by Amberser in a stylish manner, these Kuotao Murlocs should be ready to worship him.

However, to Amberser’s speechlessness, these fish-headed creatures, upon seeing Red Hat killed in an instant, turned and ran towards the sea without looking back.

Damn, I overdid it and scared these idiots witless.

“Thinking of running? Get back here!”

Amberser once again waved his staff, capturing the fleeing Kuotao Murlocs!

Amberser addressed the group of fish-headed creatures: “Foolish beings, I saved you from the hands of a false god. You should kneel down and worship me, the Endless One Taraxin!”

But these Kuotao Murlocs just stared with their innocent big eyes and did not bow their heads as Amberser had expected.

Amberser scratched his chin, wondering what was different from what he imagined. Was something missing?

At that moment, a hoarse voice came from the sea: “Give them something to eat. In addition to displaying your might, you must also show your kindness! These Kuotao Murlocs are very simple-minded; they’ll follow whoever feeds them.”

Looking in the direction of the voice, Amberser saw that on the usually calm sea, a rickety sailboat had appeared out of nowhere.