Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Boom--"

There was a loud sound of air bursting.

The extremely hot flames poured out from the palm of the man's hand, turning the originally dark tomb into a raging sea of ​​fire, and everything in the tomb was illuminated by the brilliant flames.

The firelight illuminated the man's face very clearly, and the lich could even observe a playful smile from that handsome face.

The air was distorted and sparks were flying.

The flames were flying wantonly.

"Ah--"

"No, no--"

"Human! How dare you--"

The sound in the tomb was extremely noisy.

Those undead creatures that seemed extremely terrifying to ordinary people wailed, screamed, and roared. They scattered and hid, hoping to escape from this sea of ​​fire.

But no matter how they struggled, they still couldn't escape the raging flames and could only be ruthlessly swallowed by the flames.

The fire lasted for three minutes.

Hundreds of undead creatures were completely destroyed, and there were still clusters of remaining fire burning on the ground of the tomb, and even continued to spread.

"Pop!"

The man snapped his fingers, and the flames went out.

In just a few minutes, the originally "lively" tomb became empty.

There were only traces of charring on the walls and coffins, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of ash, and the smoke from the dissipation of the dead was everywhere.

"There are so many dead souls."

"I wonder how much "materials" have been consumed over the years?"

The man sighed softly, and he raised his hand, and a breeze blew, blowing away the ashes, revealing a passable path in front of him.

He continued to walk deeper into the tomb.

Behind him, the flames swam like living things, and finally poured into the cracks in the tomb wall, destroying the pale skull hidden in the dark compartment - that was a vicious magic weapon that could transform human remains into undead creatures.

This "cannibal tomb" that has killed countless people for hundreds of years finally ushered in its complete end at this moment.

And in the Soul Cry Castle, the ghost fire in the lich's eye sockets swayed.

"Warlock."

The bone pen beside him was still writing furiously.

"With this level of fire control ability, he is most likely a legendary warlock. It's so strange. How could such a human appear in a magical wasteland like Anzeta?"

"The situation is getting worse and worse. Maybe I should really fall asleep as soon as possible and hide for a few hundred years - after dealing with this intruder."

The ghost fire in Orest's eye sockets flickered, and rotten mist emanated.

He stroked the skull with his withered hand and said in a cold tone: "Even if he is a legendary warlock, so what?"

"They are just mortals."

"They still can't escape the fate of death and escape the destination of the end - this is the lowliness of mortals, and they can never be compared with immortal beings like me."

"You will be my last prey before I fall asleep."

The lich stared at the man in the image with his empty eyes and said so.

Orest's confidence is not without support. He had long expected that a spellcaster would break in, and he had made all preparations in the tomb a hundred years in advance.

Even if it was a legendary spellcaster, the lich was confident that he could cause heavy losses.

The heavy stone door slowly opened.

In front of him was a dark, endless corridor, like a huge mouth that devoured people, and the sound of whistling wind could be heard from time to time.

"Death Corridor."

Kasius stared at the corridor with emotion.

In the previous life, this place was called "Death Corridor", and it was also the most disgusting level in this dungeon. Countless traps and necromancy arrays were arranged in it, and they were linked together, which was quite clever.

Even the professional player group led by Singo experienced several annihilations before passing through this corridor and entering the next tomb.

"I really miss it."

Kasius did not hesitate and strode in directly.

In the Soul Cry Castle dozens of miles away, a lich was watching all this, expecting the human who broke into the tomb to be completely destroyed.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

"Bang! Bang"

"Swoosh!"

Accompanied by a series of noisy sounds.

Hundreds of traps and mechanisms in the corridor of death were triggered one after another.

Arrows coated with bone-corrosive poison flew in the air; steel spikes that could pierce flesh and blood extended from the walls; miasma that could cause people to fester filled the air; and acid pools that could turn humans into skeletons appeared on the ground.

However, this was just the beginning.

Spells were the most deadly in this corridor.

The death array, fear emblem, and soul-stealing array painted on the ceiling and walls could inadvertently take the lives of those who passed by.

But Cassius just walked forward leisurely as if he was strolling in the garden, without being affected at all.

Arrows, steel spikes, and even venom were blocked by an invisible barrier before they touched his body, and could not hurt him at all.

The [Death Array] on the wall suddenly lit up, and endless death fog poured out of the array. The ghosts imprisoned in it wailed, trying to take the lives of the invaders.

However, Cassius simply waved his hand and wiped out the formation.

The [Resurrection of the Dead] spell on the ceiling awakened hundreds of bones and debris in the corridor into undead skeletons and zombies.

They roared and pounced on Cassius, but were burned to ashes again by the flames.

"So noisy."

"Why does this lich like to pile up monsters so much? He should design the Dark Soul Twelve in his previous life."

"Boom!"

Casius stamped his feet, and all the surrounding mechanisms, traps, and magic arrays dimmed instantly and finally broke apart.

The entire Death Corridor suddenly became quiet, and all the noise stopped abruptly.

This Death Corridor, which was once called "the most disgusting level in history" by players and had never been broken through for hundreds of years, was finally completely destroyed.

This Death Corridor was supposed to torture players for several days, causing dozens of top professional players to be exhausted and countless casualties, but it was easily opened by the "cheating" guy Casius, without even spending much effort.

Casius continued to stride forward.

This Death Corridor was built against an underground cave and was several kilometers long.

Stone statues of men, women, and children in different stages of death and corruption were arranged along the walls of the inner hall. There were dozens of tombs on both sides of the corridor where the dead were buried, and undead creatures would continue to pour out of them - but these were not his goals.

His destination is the Tomb of the End, the place where the Elder of Mirkor's Doom rests in the deepest part of the ancient mausoleum.

"How. Is it possible?"

"How can he be so relaxed?"

In the Soul Cry Castle, the voice of the lich is no longer as calm as before, as if everything has nothing to do with him, but has become a little anxious, even a little irrational.

Liches are indifferent to the affairs of living things - unless they involve themselves.

It is no wonder that Orest is so out of control. After all, after passing through the Corridor of Death, the mysterious and dangerous man is not far from his life box.

The life box is the treasure that every Orest values ​​most, and it is also the biggest secret of the lich's immortality.

"No, he won't."

"He won't find my phylactery."

"I have many arrangements in the next tomb. Even if he is really a legendary warlock, he can't escape from those spells."

"Even if he withstands all the spells, he won't find my phylactery. What's more, I have the last perfect means in the place where the phylactery is hidden."

"These mortals with short lifespans, whose lives are as fragile as ants, how can they compare with the preparations I have spent hundreds of years on as an immortal?" (End of this chapter)