Chapter 655: The Half-Lich
If these four ruthless legends were to become undead, they'd be at least level thirty-eight...
Back when the Nesser Dynasty was just beginning, Garcia—who had just advanced to the rank of Title Archmage—arrived at the capital, only to clash with a pureblood elf. Not long after his hasty departure, he was pursued by three Seventh Rank Title Archmages.
Yet Garcia showed everyone the terrifying power of a curse master, slaughtering three Seventh Rank Title Archmages while only at the First Rank himself.
Until much later, the secret was revealed—Garcia had inherited a top-tier curse master's legacy, gaining many elite abilities. With just a single Silence Spell, he rendered the three Seventh Rank Title Archmages unable to utter even a syllable of their incantations.
Leon was shocked too, but after the initial panic, he noticed something off.
But as Leon gripped his Crystal Quill and inscribed the first unlock rune, a huge change erupted behind him.
Whenever these four gathered, even newly ascended Sky Rank mages avoided crossing them—despite the despair-inducing gap between Sky Rank and Title Archmage.
Staring at the statues of these four, and feeling the terrifying death energy emanating from them, Leon couldn't help but break out in cold sweat as he recalled their ruthless exploits.
"Leon, those statues are probably them. We should be careful and not provoke them..."
Anderson's face was twisted with fear—clearly, he was terrified.
Honestly, Leon was terrified. Even the weakest true Lich could slaughter them ten times over with ease.
If the four joined forces, even a berserk Grom would stand no chance.
Though we're much stronger now than when we fought Grom, we're still nowhere near strong enough to massacre a berserk Grom...
Leon nodded in wholehearted agreement.
The group gave the four statues a wide berth and approached the teleportation array. After a quick inspection, Leon breathed a sigh of relief—it wasn't too difficult to crack.
Especially when Arnold turned around—even Leon's face turned a little green.
Crack...
Crack...
No need for explanation—Leon instantly understood that Arnold's summoning talent had carried over perfectly, except now he summoned undead instead of elemental creatures...
In an instant, Arnold's statue was covered in fissures. Chunks exploded off, dissolving into gray mist that filled the air.
Anderson stood there, mouth agape, nearly petrified with fear.
"Damn, that's no statue! It's condensed death aura!"
Who knows how long that death aura had been accumulating—it's solidified into a shell, still shaped like Arnold in life.
But when the shell shattered, the features of a Lich were revealed beneath.
Blackened skin clung to bone, withered flesh shriveled beneath.
Especially when Arnold turned around—even Leon's face turned a little green.
Within those hollow eye sockets, there wasn't a flickering soul flame—just two pinpricks of light, no bigger than a fingernail...
That's a trait only seen when a Lich is transforming into a full Lich!
"A Lich..." Anderson moaned in pain.
What is a Lich? An undead creature of Sky Rank!
With these three ruthless legends plus Arnold, the summoning maniac, Leon knew for sure—there was no way to defeat all four Half-Liches.
When Anderson saw the four Half-Liches standing side by side, his face twisted with terror...
Their souls are separated from their bodies and stored in a phylactery. Even if their bodies are utterly destroyed, a Lich cannot be killed!
Anderson groaned in despair. Then, the Silent Garcia pointed at Reina from afar. Several simple runes formed a circle above Reina's head and instantly sank into her body.
Leon was shocked too, but after the initial panic, he noticed something off.
"Wait! Arnold hasn't finished his transformation yet!"
Seeing Reina's face flushed as red as a boiled shrimp, Leon couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Clearly, Arnold has spent all these years trying to become a Lich. Luckily, he hasn't succeeded yet.
Even now, as a level thirty-eight Lich, once the transformation is complete, he'll achieve a major breakthrough—a massive leap in power.
Starting as a level thirty-eight Lich, he'll become a Sky Rank Lich in no time!
Honestly, Leon was terrified. Even the weakest true Lich could slaughter them ten times over with ease.
They wouldn't even have time to crack the teleportation array—Arnold would crush them all instantly.
But since Arnold hasn't finished his transformation, he's still just a level thirty-eight Lich. Even if he's stronger than most at that rank, it's nothing compared to becoming a true Lich...
Only Anderson and the Alchemical Golem were unaffected—their spells were all instant-cast, requiring no chanting. Leon, too, could only use instant-cast spells to suppress the hordes of high-level undead.
Hordes of undead creatures surged out from those four Death Vortexes...
Leon's mind raced as he quickly began chanting a spell.
But the moment he started, Garcia pointed again; a rune ring descended, instantly breaking Leon's chant. The magical backlash made him shudder.
Within seconds, the ground was swarming with thousands of undead, and in the sky, at least a hundred flying undead creatures hovered overhead.
No need for explanation—Leon instantly understood that Arnold's summoning talent had carried over perfectly, except now he summoned undead instead of elemental creatures...
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The swarm of undead creatures blocked nearly every inch of space ahead. Even knowing Arnold was hopeless at anything but summoning, there was nothing anyone could do.
With the undead army's arrival, some spellcasting undead had already begun their incantations—bone...
Leon raised the Doombringer Staff, chanting rapidly. A swirling vortex of flame appeared, and fiery dragons erupted from within, incinerating swathes of undead to ash.
The battle had begun...
Andefa wielded the Arcane Wheel, unleashing wide-area spells. The torrent of magic poured out, and with so many undead, there was no need to worry about spell effectiveness.
But just as Leon began to counterattack, the remaining three statues shattered in the distance. Solidified death aura broke apart, revealing three more Half-Liches, each far along in their transformation.
Four who were well on their way to becoming full Liches—still level thirty-eight, but now terrifyingly powerful. In life, their teamwork earned them the title of the unbreakable Four-Pointed Star Array.
All four Half-Liches were awake now, and the consequences were catastrophic.
Arnold alone was already their upper limit. Add three more, each even more ruthless in battle...
Frost Emissary Cook, Dark Left Hand Hall, the Silent Garcia...
With these three ruthless legends plus Arnold, the summoning maniac, Leon knew for sure—there was no way to defeat all four Half-Liches.
When Anderson saw the four Half-Liches standing side by side, his face twisted with terror...
"Leon, we're in deep trouble..."
Andefa groaned in despair. Then, the Silent Garcia pointed at Reina from afar. Several simple runes formed a circle above Reina's head and instantly sank into her body.
A strange, raspy incantation rang out. In midair, Reina, who was chanting in Dragon Tongue, let out a muffled cry, her head lolling as she plummeted to the ground.
The ground was littered with skeletons, crushed to pieces by Reina's massive body. In an instant, she reverted to human form, gasping for breath.
Seeing Reina's face flushed as red as a boiled shrimp, Leon couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Garcia's signature move: Silence Spell.
Not only does it interrupt any ongoing spell, but anyone hit by the Silence Spell can't cast any spell that requires chanting for a certain period.
Silence Spell isn't unique to Garcia—most top-tier sorcerers can cast it. Unfortunately, it has many limitations: the effect is short-lived and mainly used for interrupting, plus it rarely works on mages of higher rank.
But Garcia broke that tradition. Unless the target's rank was overwhelmingly higher, Garcia's spell almost always worked.
Just like now—a single Silence Spell meant even someone as magically resistant as Reina couldn't cast powerful Dragon Tongue spells for a while.
Even the backlash from interrupted spellcasting left Reina unable to recover for quite some time.
Only Anderson and the Alchemical Golem were unaffected—their spells were all instant-cast, requiring no chanting. Leon, too, could only use instant-cast spells to suppress the hordes of high-level undead.
After casting the Silence Spell, Garcia stood motionless.
Leon's mind raced as he quickly began chanting a spell.
But the moment he started, Garcia pointed again; a rune ring descended, instantly breaking Leon's chant. The magical backlash made him shudder.