Chapter 237: Chapter 232 The Immortal Lich Chapter 237: Chapter 232 The Immortal Lich “Just a dying struggle!” Seeing the lich release a group of Gold Rank Undead, interspersed with two Soul Intent Rank undead, Muria shook his head dismissively and gestured backward once again.

“You go help Orlina, fight quickly, and clean up the undead in this city. We have to go to the next one and we can’t delay too long.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” The green dragons who appeared with the Red Dragon Otlis flapped their wings and charged up after receiving Muria’s command.

Three Soul-level Green Dragons and twelve Gold-level Green Dragons confronting an undead legion led by a lich. No, it cannot be called confrontation, it is simply an overwhelming fight.

When evaluating the combat capabilities of a lich, in addition to its own ability to cast spells in combat, the number and strength of the undead under its control are also key. In fact, most of the power of many liches lies in the undead they control.

For example, the lich being pulverized by Fiona’s barrage is a prime example of this. One lich represents a legion, a typical representative of group fighting tactics.

This lich, dispatched to Cecil City by the Undead Council, had more than a dozen Gold Rank Undead and two Soul Intent Rank Undead under its control. Although these undead were all of low rank, only First or Second Tier, its assets and control were already considered wealthy among liches of the same rank. It could be considered an elite lich. However, facing Muria, its fate would be the same as any ordinary lich’s.

Muria had no intention of taking part in the fight after having cast an Eight-ring spell to seal off the area of space. The mere presence of a lich was not enough to warrant his personal intervention. The Green Dragons he had tamed would easily dispose of it.

If low tier spirit ranked liches needed him to personally intervene, what was the point of taming these Five Colored Dragons?

… The Green Dragons bombarded or tore the high rank undead in the air. With a dragon’s physique, they could easily mock their equivalent undead opponents. There was no doubt about the outcome of the battle.

It didn’t take long for Muria to see Fiona, who had returned to her voluptuous mature woman form, holding half a skeleton with one hand, and a black crystal in the other, flew over to Muria, courteously offering her catches.

“Your Majesty, I have taken care of this lich.”

“Mmm!” Muria took the black crystal in which a faint blue flame was burning, played with it for a while, and then put it away.

This crystal sealed the soul fire of the lich that was just killed. After all, as a lich under the Undead Council, its soul could not be dispersed directly.

It was not a matter of fearing the Undead Council, but the liches of the Undead Council had a very annoying characteristic. They could not be killed. Ordinary liches have a Life Box. Normally, even if they are killed, they could be resurrected through the Life Box.

However, this method of resurrection would fail in face of some particular beings and weapons they use. For example, Titan’s exclusive weapons, any liches killed by Titan’s weapons will lose the opportunity to resurrect, and their souls will be completely annihilated.

Titan’s Weapons possessed a Spirituality of their own. They would track down the connection between the lich’s Life Box and its soul, and completely destroy and eliminate them.

In fact, not only Titan’s Weapons have this function, some special magic and combat techniques also have similar functions.

However, the liches of the Undead Council were different. No matter how they were killed, they would resurrect after a period of time, almost without exception.

All means of attacking the Life Box of the liches of the Undead Council through soul connections ended in failure. It is said that they were blocked by one of the founders of the Undead Council.

The Death Dragon Tamer, Bertlein, is a typical example. The primary purpose of many ancient dragons chasing and killing it was to seal it.

However, this lich, which massacred many giant dragons, was also a tough character. When it realized that it could not escape, it blew itself up, not giving the ancient dragons the opportunity to capture it. Hence, this enemy of the dragon race can come out again.

Therefore, sealing is the best method to deal with the liches of the Undead Council, allowing them to suffer endless loneliness over the long ages. However, as undead, the liches do not care about this kind of torment in the eyes of ordinary people.

“Why did you bring this thing here?” After putting away the crystal that sealed the lich’s soul fire, Muria glanced subtly at the other thing in Fiona’s hand, a half-length skeleton comprised only of a head, a torso, and two arm bones.

“Your Majesty, this lich is very interesting. It has inscribed runes on every bone in its body. Not only enhance its affinity for elements, but it can also serve as a spell scroll in critical times.”

“If you find it interesting, keep it.” Muria waved his hand somewhat speechlessly. He had seen the battle scene between Fiona and the lich just now. This was a very ruthless lich, who would often detach its bones to use as bombs and throw them at Fiona.

“Your Majesty, don’t you want it? This is equivalent to a bunch of high-order Death Element spell scrolls.” Fiona shook the half-length skeleton in her hand.

“No, it’s too broken.” Muria glanced at the half-length skeleton with a look of disgust.

Being fair, this lich, because of the hundreds of years of nurturing its bones with pure Death Qi, had a body that resembled one carved from high-purity crystals, and the runes on it made it look quite appealing.

But this toy was broken, and as a being with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, Muria naturally refused to collect it.

“Your Majesty, you want an intact one? I’ll look for one for you when I get a chance.”

“Alright, I appreciate your sentiment. Now get back to the task at hand.” Muria helplessly shook his head, “Hurry up and clean up all the undead in this city with your peers, and seek the living humans.”

“Understood!” Fiona bowed her head, followed orders, and led those green dragons, who had just warmed up, to start cleaning up the undead in Cecil City.

“And you.” Muria stamped his foot, “Otlis, you clear the undead tide outside the city.”

“Why do I have to clear the undead outside the city again? I can clean up the undead in the city too.” The red dragon complained discontentedly at Muria’s command.

“Because the destructive power of your breath is too great and suitable for fighting the undead tide.” Muria lowered his head and looked at the thorny bone spikes and dragon scales in front of him, “And also, stop gazing at that girl, and wipe away your drool.”

“I’m just looking!” Otlis murmured. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Then why are you drooling?”

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