This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 390 - 362 Massacre

Chapter 390: Chapter 362 Massacre

As Price Lein approached the Magic Dragon Armament, he saw the armor as though it had come to life.

The barrier separating the two seemed to be enveloped by something, gradually disappearing until the corridor returned to the state it had been before its completion.

The Magic Dragon Armament slowly flew out, coming in front of Price Lein and fusing with his body.

It was a very peculiar feeling, unlike the forced control over the Magic Dragon Armament he had initially experienced. Price Lein now felt an absolute union with the Magic Dragon Armament, as if they were one and the same flesh and blood.

Atros’s voice rang in Price Lein’s mind: "Good, now I am one with you."

The young emperor clenched his fists, and a layer of fine dragon scales emerged on the surface of his skin.

"This is the true Magic Dragon Armament, not needing to turn into a dragon every time. Now your body possesses the strength of a giant dragon, and your skin is as tough as dragon scales. Go on, resolve your problem."

Price Lein asked uncertainly, "How am I to resolve it?"

Atros said with a taunting tone, "Do I need to teach you that? What do you want to do? Who is standing in your way?"

Price Lein’s eyes shone with light as he said excitedly, "They want to dethrone me, they want to kill me!"

Atros replied with a laugh, "Exactly. To be Emperor, one must overcome those who stand in the way. How to resolve it, you don’t need me to teach you, do you?"

Price Lein nodded, and strode out of the underground chamber with purpose.

His previously cautious steps had become resolute, disregarding any magic traps, any poisonous gases, or razor-sharp blades—Price Lein stared them down with indifference.

An invisible layer of energy enveloped his body, causing poison gas to recoil on contact and blades that drew near to melt into molten iron. Any magic traps would dissolve into nothingness the instant they were activated.

This was the Power of Time; any attack would be reversed in time, unable to cause any harm.

Price Lein walked through this deadly corridor, and the commotion naturally attracted many guards.

Upon seeing that it was the Young Emperor who had triggered the traps, an older captain of the guard spoke with a grave voice, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten how to walk this path? Do you know how troublesome it is to repair the traps above?"

Price Lein gave the man a glance and asked coldly, "Are you questioning me?"

This old man also bore the Laine surname; his son had once contended with Price for the throne, but since Price had won, his son became a member of the Royal Palace Guard. Now the father and son stood together.

Price Lein was to be dethroned, and to cover up the Royal Family’s mistake, he was to be secretly executed.

The next Emperor could very well be chosen from among these guards.

For this reason, their attitude towards Price Lein hardly bordered on respectful; after all, they were of the Imperial Family and, by lineage, elders to this Young Emperor.

Hence, upon hearing Price Lein’s question, the captain of the guard said unapologetically: "Even if you are the Emperor, you must still abide by the traditions handed down through the ages. If you make a mistake, it is my duty as the captain of the guard to remind you—isn’t that right, ’Your Majesty’?"

The title of ’Your Majesty’ was spoken with a tone of derision, as he looked down upon Price Lein from his perceived superior vantage point.

Price Lein revealed a ferocious smile and told him: "Of course there’s a problem, but it’s not one you can resolve."

With a snap of his fingers, Price Lein made a sharp sound.

The crowd was baffled, but then they saw the white-haired captain of the guard suddenly scream in agony as his armor swiftly transformed into scalding molten iron, as if returning to the moment it was freshly forged.

The terrible heat charred his skin, which began smoking bluish fumes, as he struggled in agony to no avail. Even though he was equipped with numerous pieces of Magic Equipment that could have saved his life, they shattered the moment they were activated.

In the end, before everyone’s eyes, he was completely burnt to death.

The same fate befell his son, who, before he could think of a way to save his father, found his armor also turned to molten iron, scalding him to death.

All the guards looked on in horror at this scene, realizing that Price Lein had acquired the Magic Dragon Armament and was using its power to reverse the time of the iron armor.

However, extracting the Magic Dragon Armament would require countless procedures. How did he manage to take it out, and without the elders’ permission, how could the Magic Dragon Armament be activated?

No one could answer that question, only Price Lein, standing before the two charred bodies, burst into loud laughter.

This was the first time in his life he had felt such exhilaration. So this was what it felt like to control power?!

What is sovereign power? He himself is the power!

In his frenzied laughter, Price Lein used the Power of Time to kill all the guards, and the smell of burning flesh filled the entire corridor, spreading outward.

Atros reminded him, "They have already submitted. You could have taken them back; there was no need to kill them."

Even an emperor needs hands; it’s not like he can do everything himself. This kid’s bloodlust is too strong, like it’s been suppressed for too long and he can’t quite control it.

Price Lein said, "It doesn’t matter, the Laine population is in the hundreds of millions; as many people as needed."

Atros said no more. Just kill them, after all, there were many who had to die.

Price Lein, stepping over the charred bodies, moved forward, heading towards the basement where the royal elders resided.

Along the way, everyone who stood in his way died.

At first, Price Lein was all too delighted to toy with the Power of Time, but later on, he just carried his sword and tore apart the bodies with his hands.

The power of the Giant Dragon made him invincible; no one in this Royal Palace was his match.

This was because all who lived here were from the Imperial Family, and the Laine Royalty had not produced a Legendary for many years.

Walking a path of blood, Price Lein finally reached the basement holding the coffins.

Originally there were thirteen, two less, but they had been quickly replaced not long ago.

The Royal Family never lacked for old people, nor for old people waiting to die; the two deceased elders were easily replaced.

Looking at the thirteen stone coffins, Price Lein couldn’t help but say, "How many emperors have become your puppets? You ancient zombies, just how long do you plan to control this empire?"

The stone coffins were silent, their occupants still immersed in their life-extending dreams, and the servants who could relay messages had their heads crushed by Price Lein.

"Out of respect for our kinship, I grant you a painless death."

Price Lein walked to one of the stone coffins and raised his right hand.

With a palm strike, the tremendous force shattered the stone coffin, and the old person inside was instantly crushed to a pulp.

All thirteen stone coffins were smashed by Price Lein, aged blood and flesh splattered around, staining his body red.

Price Lein, ignoring the bloodstains on his body, howled to the sky, "From today on, I am the only Emperor of Laine!"

Yet Atros reminded him, "Don’t relax just yet. Don’t you still have a problem to deal with?"

Price Lein knew who he meant, the Shield of the Empire William Garrison, the old man waiting for him outside the Royal Palace.

"Isn’t your power enough to kill the old man?" Price Lein asked.

"Of course, but what after you kill him? How many Legendaries does the Laine Empire have? Can you kill them all? Even if possible, who do you intend to have do your bidding?"

Price Lein asked, "What’s your plan? That old man is stubborn; he won’t be persuaded by anyone."

Atros offered his advice, "The Time Dragon’s power is not that simple. Your control over time is still too weak. Who says you have to reverse his body and kill him? Why don’t you reverse his memory instead?"