Chapter 1767 – At The Cost Of Everything
I’m sure even the elders of Arius couldn’t use the Gate of Heaven so casually, capturing phylacteries from three places simultaneously. This has already gone beyond the original use of the Gate of Heaven.
This should have combined some of the King in Yellow’s authority, possibly even the First Sun’s. The giant obsidian mirror from just now should be the authority of the First Sun, Tezcatlipoca.
“Then, let the sacrifice begin,” I said. My witch’s clothes right now were also brought from home by Older Brother Jayad, the same outfit I wore as a witch on Halloween.
This stage was filled with inverted, distorted absurdity. The witch who should have been burned alive tied to a Cross was below, performing a sacrifice. Tied to the Cross was a puppet, and the ritual items were the phylacteries of five liches. Nothing about this made sense.
This puppet was actually one of the mummies, which I had transformed into this state using Transfiguration. However, its essence remained unchanged, making it an excellent vessel for a lich’s possession.
So, after being expelled by Lorna, it naturally possessed this body that had long been prepared, sealed by the runes drawn on the puppet in advance.
“No! No! You can’t do this!” the lich roared. Seeing the phylacteries he had painstakingly created over many years about to be destroyed and himself being consumed by a sea of fire, he shouted in unwillingness.
“Don’t worry, you’re not dead yet. Don’t you still have a magic sword?” I said with a smile, waving my magic wand, and a Demon’s Fire ignited the firewood.
“No! Please, spare me, I am willing to serve you. I possess a lot of knowledge, and I’ve hidden treasures elsewhere. I’ll give you everything!” the lich exclaimed in terror, feeling the heat from his leg.
He knew very well that the magic sword had been sent to the Celestial Realm, where he could absolutely not be resurrected. His last remnant soul could only be slaughtered at will. In fact, most of his soul was sacrificed to an unknown god. He might directly go to the Divine Realm to become a plaything for the gods.
Even if he wasn’t sent to the heavens, without the restraint of his other phylacteries to maintain his sanity, the lich could not resist the erosion of the magic sword. It was precisely because he could divide his soul into so many phylacteries that he dared to seal that shred of remnant soul into the magic sword, using the magic sword as a seventh phylactery, making it easy to control. Once he lost these phylacteries, he would surely go mad.
Hearing his plea, I looked at Giselle. It was a shame this lich wasn’t a Beautiful Girl. Otherwise, with my preference for collecting Beautiful Girls and the need to anchor Older Brother Jayad, I might have agreed.
However, he was past his prime, over a hundred years old. Even transforming a female corpse into a Beautiful Girl puppet, the thought of this centenarian lich made me unable to accept it. It was better to let him go.
I directly increased the intensity of the fire. The puppet instantly caught fire, and the lich’s shrill screams emanated from the puppet. Then, the five phylacteries were also thrown into the fire.
The flames soared, completely engulfing the Cross and the puppet. The Demon’s Fire could burn souls. Even though the phylacteries were made of Spiritual materials and protected by multiple sealing spells, I believed they would also melt quickly.
“Damn you! Damn you!” the lich’s venomous voice came from the fire, mixed with the agonizing screams of being burned. “I curse you! I will kill you! At the cost of everything, I curse you to die without a burial place! Aaaahhhhh!”
“Boom!” A terrifying surge of Magic Power burst from the flames, as if in that instant the lich had returned to his peak. A cold, deathly killing intent instantly extinguished the Demon’s Fire.
“This is bad! That lich is going all out! Run!” Via’s shout came. She could tell the lich was forcibly paying a price to regain his peak power. The cost of doing so was complete annihilation, leaving no soul behind.
Of course, compared to being sent to meet the gods or being eroded by the magic sword, the lich would rather burn his own soul, even if it meant eternal damnation, to destroy his enemy.
I saw even more clearly than Via. I saw that due to the burning of the Demon’s Fire, the Cross had been damaged, and some of the sealing runes on the puppet were incomplete. At this final moment, the lich’s sealed Magic Power had been partially released.
Then, the lich decisively seized this opportunity, gathered the remnant souls from the five phylacteries, forcefully broke the seal on himself, and then, at the cost of his own soul, cursed his enemy before him.
My heart was aghast, for I had witnessed Commander Fenrir use his own life to issue a curse that still entangled the Blackwood Duke’s family. Such curses were usually terrifying and impossible to stop.
I immediately increased the Demon’s Fire, intending to send the lich away directly, but it was too late. The curse he issued at the cost of his soul had already been unleashed. I felt that deathly stillness; if it landed on me, I would surely die.
However, I still had the counter-curse Potion and the Life Elixir. Perhaps I could endure it. Facing the charging lich, I didn’t dodge. I couldn’t dodge anyway. I had already reached out to grab the Potion.
But at this moment, two Tentacles flew over and forcibly pushed me away. Then I heard Older Brother Jayad shouting my name: “Parul, dodge!”
I was sent flying by the Tentacles. Then that ferocious, twisted, incomplete, and mutated ghost rushed into the two Tentacles that saved me. The two Tentacles immediately turned black and necrotic, rapidly spreading towards Older Brother Jayad’s Main body.
Jayad showed no fear. He drew his sword and severed his own Tentacles. As soon as the two Tentacles touched the ground, they turned black and then turned to ash.
But this curse would not stop so easily. Commander Fenrir’s curse had entangled Weis for over ten years and could not be removed. How could Jayad severing one or two Tentacles undo it?
Soon, the Tentacles and feathers on his body abruptly turned gray and fell off. Large numbers of Tentacles began to shrivel and die, feathers shed in large areas, his eyes became listless, and even the Bone Wings on his back looked like withered branches and fallen leaves.
Jayad’s body erupted with brilliant Holy Light. In this ocean of light, all curses would have nowhere to hide. Large areas of floating Shadows appeared on Older Brother Jayad’s body.
These Shadows did not fear the Holy Light. Jayad’s Holy Light could only momentarily halt the Shadows, slowing down the Erosion, but not completely eliminating the curse.
this curse would not stop until it had completely killed Jayad. It had already chosen its target. If Older Brother Jayad hadn’t pushed me, I would have borne the curse.
“Older Brother!” I shouted nervously, taking out the anti-curse potion and giving it to him to drink. But the curse was still not removed, still slowly but surely occupying Jayad’s body.
Facing such a curse, Older Brother Jayad did not dare to be negligent. The Holy Light on his body grew brighter and brighter, and at the same time, a mirror of obsidian reappeared behind him.
