Chapter 1488
As he spoke, Leon opened the Natural Semi-Plane. Reina appeared, carrying a twenty-four-sided ice crystal, and then Hubert, with a ferocious look, pinned Marianne onto his thigh. Hubert's palm, easily a size larger than Marianne's head, landed smack after smack on her backside...
"Hubert, you're finished! Just wait until I tell Uncle Leon! If you hit me again, you're dead meat..."
"You little brat, if you try running away again, and I don't beat you half to death, then you can call me daddy..."
Suddenly, Marianne's screams and Hubert's angry shouts echoed. After Hubert gave Marianne two smacks, he suddenly realized they weren't in the Natural Semi-Plane anymore...
Hubert froze for a moment, and Marianne slipped off his thigh, rubbing her sore backside before scampering to hide behind Leon.
"Uncle Leon, Hubert stole the fruit you planted by the lake, and now he's trying to beat me up to shut me up, so I can't snitch..."
"Bullshit! You little brat, get over here! If I don't beat you senseless today, you can call me daddy..."
Hubert roared and charged over, but Leon kicked him. Hubert didn't dare resist, so he took the hit obediently. Leon's foot landed on the side of Hubert's calf, slipped, and his body almost toppled over.
Trying to balance himself with magic, Leon didn't expect Hubert to mess with his mana again. With a thud, Leon crashed to the ground.
A Seventh Rank Sky Mage, tripping himself while kicking someone—Leon stood up, looking thoroughly unlucky, and pointed Hubert toward the Blood Lich.
"Hubert, see that old corpse over there? Take him out, or you're dead meat..."
Hubert didn't think much of it. He figured Leon was pissed after tripping while kicking him. Now, finally taking in the situation around him, Hubert was left a little confused.
Especially since the terrifying aura radiating from the Blood Lich far surpassed Leon's. Hubert, looking horrified, pointed at the Blood Lich, his voice cracking.
"Master Leon, that old corpse is way too strong. I'm no match for him..."
Leon patted Hubert on the shoulder and pulled the sneaky Marianne over.
"Hubert, that old corpse just looks strong. Once you enter here, you have to take him out to leave. We've been fighting him for ages. See my teacher? And my elder master? They're all as strong as that old corpse.
But now, we're all seriously injured—no one can make a move. You go smash that old corpse, and it's like he's sticking his neck out for you to wring.
If you don't, we might be stuck here for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. You wouldn't even get to eat shit if you wanted to...
After a little coaxing, Hubert gripped Slaughter warily. Normally, this guy was pretty gutsy in a fight, but that all depended on the situation.
"Human, if you manage to survive this time, prepare yourself for eternal vengeance. Our deal is forever broken. How dare you let such a brainless orc humiliate me?"
Dekrise the Blood Lich was on the brink of exploding with rage. After a couple of furious roars, he noticed that from the wounds on his body, thick, gray death mist was erupting.
His body really was about to blow apart...
The Blood Lich couldn't afford to keep raging—he quickly focused on suppressing his death power.
With the Curse of Misfortune clinging to him, anything could happen. He'd almost burst apart from rage—and in all his years, Dekrise had never seen anything like this. Only now did he truly grasp the curse's terrifying strength.
It's one thing to cast it on others, but experiencing it firsthand is a completely different ordeal.
The Blood Lich looked like a one-legged corpse in robes, with wounds on his leg and face constantly spewing gray death mist.
Hubert swung Slaughter, chasing Dekrise through the sky in a wild, almost comical pursuit—a level forty-nine lich being hunted by a level forty-four orc.
But no one was laughing. Liches aren't built for physical resilience—if it were a level forty-nine Skeleton King, Hubert could hammer away for a year and not crack a bone.
If Dekrise actually got hit by Slaughter, he’d be smashed to pieces...
It’s like if Agalon fought Hubert—he could easily crush Hubert. But if Hubert landed a single blow, Agalon’s body would be destroyed.
It’s a real catch-22...
Dekrise was chased back and forth for five or six minutes. Hubert never caught him, and the death power spewing from the lich slowly faded—he’d finally regained control.
Dekrise turned and shrieked—a scream packed with compressed incantations, still unleashing their full power.
It was like when Leon cast certain spells, using his magical prowess for instant release. Only the strongest spells needed a full chant; most incantations were compressed into three notes—almost as fast as instant casting.
But after Dekrise's scream, a massive surge of death power gathered before him. The terrifying energy solidified into chunks of ghastly white bone, visible to the naked eye.
Level Ten Undead Spell: Bone Roar...
Feeling the terrifying magical surge, Leon couldn't help but cover his eyes.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to see Hubert’s misery—it was Dekrise’s suffering he couldn’t watch...
With the Curse of Misfortune still active, his death power had nearly spiraled out of control, his body almost burst apart—and now he dares to cast a level ten spell? That’s just asking for disaster...
But Hubert didn’t know any of this. His mind wasn’t the sharpest, but his instincts were solid—he sensed the surge and knew he couldn’t take the hit. Too far to interrupt, his only option was to hurl Slaughter with all his strength—the fastest, most powerful move he had...
That’s exactly what Hubert did—his red face turned pale, and with a sudden swing, he flung Slaughter and bolted.
Slaughter’s weight, with all the stacked magic arrays, had to be hundreds of thousands of kilos. Thrown by Hubert, it could crush a Fifth Rank Heavenly Swordsman with ease—but for Dekrise, it was barely a threat...
The Blood Lich couldn't afford to keep raging and hurried to suppress his death power.
With the Curse of Misfortune clinging to him, anything could happen. He nearly exploded from anger, and in all his years, the Blood Lich had never experienced anything like this. Now, he truly understood just how powerful the curse was.
It's one thing to cast it on others, but experiencing it firsthand is a whole different story.
The Blood Lich looked like a one-legged, robed corpse, with wounds on his leg and face constantly spewing gray death mist.
Hubert swung Slaughter, chasing after the Blood Lich through the sky in a wild, almost comical pursuit—a level forty-nine lich being hunted by a level forty-four orc.
But right now, nobody was laughing. Liches aren't the kind of undead with super-tough bodies. If it were a level forty-nine Skeleton King, Hubert could hammer at him for a year and not break a single bone.
Because if the Blood Lich gets hit by Hubert's Slaughter, he really will be smashed to pieces...
Just like if Agalon were fighting Hubert, he'd easily crush Hubert in a fair fight. But if Hubert managed to land a hit, just once, Agalon's body would be destroyed.
It's a real catch-22...
The Blood Lich was chased around for five or six minutes. Hubert never caught him, and the death power spewing from the lich slowly faded, meaning he finally regained control over it.
The Blood Lich turned and let out a shriek—a scream packed with compressed incantations, but still able to unleash their full effect.
It was like when Leon casts certain spells, using his magical prowess to instantly release them. Only the most powerful spells need a full chant, but most incantations are compressed into three notes—almost as quick as instant casting.
But after the Blood Lich's scream, a massive wave of death power gathered in front of him. The terrifying energy even solidified into chunks of bone—ghastly white and visible to the naked eye.
Level Ten Undead Spell: Bone Roar...
Feeling the terrifying magical surge, Leon couldn't help but cover his eyes.
It wasn't that he couldn't bear to see Hubert suffer—it was the Blood Lich's misery he couldn't watch...
With the Curse of Misfortune, his death power nearly went out of control, his body almost exploded, and now he dares to cast a level ten spell? That's just asking for trouble...
But Hubert had no clue about any of this. His brain might not be the sharpest, but he's got muscle, and the moment he sensed the magical surge, he knew he couldn't withstand this spell. But he was too far away to interrupt it, so his best move was to just throw Slaughter—fast and hard.
That's exactly what Hubert did. His face went pale with fear, and with a sudden heave, he flung Slaughter and turned tail to run.
With the weight of Slaughter, plus all those stacked magic arrays, it had to weigh hundreds of thousands of kilos by now. Thrown by Hubert, it could easily crush a Fifth Rank Heavenly Swordsman. But for the Blood Lich, it barely even mattered...