Chapter 1762: Parasitism Again
Giselle was not too seriously injured, only suffering from magical frostbite. She could expel the cold energy herself with her magic, though her face was still a little pale.
The Gravedigger was hurt more severely. He was backstabbed by his own mummy, but fortunately, it was with his golden knife. If it had been his magic sword, he would be dead by now.
The golden knife did not carry any foreign magic, and the Gravedigger’s skin had apparently become tough as a zombie’s due to the curse.
Via placed me on a stone platform. Explosions continuously echoed from outside, accompanied by shockwaves of clashing magic. The weak Gravedigger shivered in fear.
“Don’t mind me, hurry and find the phylactery. Only by destroying the phylactery can the Lich be killed,” I said, gasping for breath.
Although theoretically Older Brother Jayad’s strength surpassed the Lich’s, especially since Holy Light was very effective against him, I was very worried. High-level experts who had lived for over a hundred years, like the Lich, would surely have some trump cards.
Combat is never simply about being stronger than your opponent. Many factors can lead to unexpected outcomes. Because I was severely injured myself, I also worried that Older Brother Jayad might accidentally be defeated.
Especially since his current condition was also not good. While fighting, he might transcend the current plane and cease to be human.
“No way, Parul (Sister) is already too badly injured. You need to be cured first, otherwise Big Brother wouldn’t agree,” Via said forcefully.
“You can’t save me. My medical skills are better than yours, and I know my body best. I… *cough cough cough*!” Agitated, I started coughing up blood again.
I had lied to Older Brother earlier. I hadn’t actually recovered. The magic of the magic sword had been continuously lingering in my body, carrying sharp sword energy that was perpetually shredding my heart.
Although it appeared my heart had been healed by Older Brother Jayad, as long as I was away from the Holy Light, the evil sword magic would continuously damage my heart until it was torn to shreds.
This was a form of causality. From the moment the magic sword entered my body, I was destined to die from a shattered heart. Even Older Brother Jayad’s Holy Light could not eliminate this sword energy.
The germs and parasites in my body were constantly surging towards my heart, trying to repair it or using their meager magic to counteract the damage from the magic sword. However, the effect was like trying to put out a fire by throwing logs onto it; they were simply being slaughtered by the sword energy.
“Parul (Sister), are you really okay? You seem quite injured,” Sherris walked over and fed me a bottle of Life Elixir. At least this would provide continuous healing.
“I won’t die. Hurry and find the phylactery. Only by killing the Lich can I be saved,” I said, gasping.
“But we already searched once. We can’t find anything in this chaotic environment,” Lorna said helplessly. They also didn’t know what the phylactery looked like.
Even the Gravedigger, whose injuries had slightly improved, spoke up. “You already destroyed one phylactery earlier, but he’s still alive. A Lich wouldn’t possibly keep its phylactery in its own lair. Does he really only have one phylactery?”
“What do you mean?” I frowned and looked at the Gravedigger. I had heard that a Lich would definitely die if its phylactery was destroyed.
Thinking about it now, it was indeed very strange that we destroyed a phylactery earlier and he didn’t die. Back then, I thought we had destroyed a fake one, and the incomplete soul within wasn’t the Lich’s.
“I heard of a legendary spell called ‘Owuo’s Shattered Phylactery,’ which can split a phylactery into several pieces. It’s impossible to kill a Lich without destroying all of them,” the Gravedigger said.
“What nonsense is this?!” I was stunned. What kind of buggy spell was this? If the Lich could split its phylactery into seven or eight pieces, or even a dozen, and hide them in different locations, not even within this ancient tomb, then we would be completely unable to kill him.
“If we want to find the phylactery, perhaps by tracking the soul, and reversing… *Argh!*” The Gravedigger wanted to say more but suddenly clutched his head in pain.
It wasn’t just him; I also felt a sharp pain in my brain. A vast and terrifying mental power forcefully blasted into my mind. This cold and terrifying aura was undoubtedly the Lich’s.
And as my God’s Eye focused on the battlefield, I saw the Skeleton Mage, possessed by the Lich, being burned to ashes under Older Brother Jayad’s radiance. Indeed, the current Lich was no match for Jayad wielding the Golden Scepter.
But even the Skeleton Mage was dead, and there were no Undead creatures left on the field. The undead he had kept in his “Underworld” had all been purified by Older Brother Jayad. Without a temporary body, the Lich was now attempting to possess us?
A powerful and terrifying Divine Power burst forth from my spirit, directly devouring the invading mental energy. Not only that, but it even invaded the cold, silent ocean of consciousness in reverse.
My sensation was peculiar, as if I were controlling maggots or flies. My consciousness split into six, flying in four different directions.
Then my consciousness entered six different objects. Three of them were within this simulated Underworld: a jewelry box encrusted with jewels in the treasure room, a scroll in the library, and… the magic sword.
The jewelry box and the scroll simultaneously produced swarms of maggots, which crawled out from the crevices. Only the magic sword, upon the emergence of maggots, had them sliced into pieces by sword energy.
I opened my eyes and saw Giselle also standing up, rubbing her head. She recovered about a second after me. The other three girls were still clutching their heads and crying out in pain; they had not yet recovered. Lastly, there was the Gravedigger, holding his head low, seemingly also not recovered.
“I know! The Lich has six phylacteries!” I shouted loudly, not just for them to hear, but also for Older Brother Jayad. He could definitely hear me.
However, as soon as I uttered my first sentence, the Gravedigger suddenly attacked. His normally stiff face contorted into a ferocious expression, his eyes flickering with a deep blue light. Cold and silent magic condensed in his hand.
Facing the Gravedigger lunging at me, severely injured and my spirit just attacked, I couldn’t dodge at all. I could only watch helplessly as he slapped his hand onto my chest.
Simultaneously, Giselle lunged to save me, but because she had also been mentally impacted, she was a step too late.
For some reason, as the Gravedigger’s cold and silent hand landed on me, I inwardly mused, this Lich really does hound the Gravedigger specifically. Not only did he drain him of his undead essence, but this time he’s even taking over his body.
“Pfft!” I was sent flying back, with ice and silent magic blasting into my body, shattering my heart once more. My other hearts also suffered severe damage.
At the same time, Older Brother Jayad, enraged, grabbed the magic sword and burst through the wall, charging in.
