This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 422 - 394: The Completely Suppressed Power of Shadow

Chapter 422: Chapter 394: The Completely Suppressed Power of Shadow

Hake Stone came on this voyage to show off.

Rewriting the history of the continent, especially the history of the pivotal Magic Dragon War, was a monumental feat for all historians.

Hake Stone originally wanted to garner a host of praises, but unfortunately, the members of the Elegy Poetry Society showed little interest.

It wasn’t their fault; Aige’s age almost matched the history from the Magic Dragon War to the present. Gareth and Pale Bone were a bit younger, but reading this history book felt to them just like someone else’s diary, and not a particularly interesting one at that.

For the Undead with limitless lifespans, history was their personal experience; the part documented by Hake Stone was nothing more than a slice of life reported in a newspaper.

The only one who knew the value of this history book was that greedy, shameless Lich, but he wasn’t shocked by his achievements; instead, he showed his hyena-like grin, wanting to snatch away the glory that belonged to him.

Damn it, that cursed Lich.

Hake Stone took a swig of Githyanki blood for himself; it was somewhat fishy, but it had a special flavor that made him take several more sips.

But still, Dragon blood tasted better, blood full of Magic Power was a Vampire’s favorite.

There were no more dragons; they’d been packaged and sold by the Lich. The Dragon Race had it rough, clearly valuable all over, with weeds nourished by dragon dung worth hundreds of Gold Coins, yet they lacked sales channels.

The Dragon Race materials piled up like mountains, but couldn’t be sold. Previously, Gareth managed to save some pocket money with the help of the Elegy Poetry Society’s sales.

Now, the Lich played the monopoly game, and he would definitely drive the price of Dragon blood sky-high.

Hake Stone couldn’t stand the smug look of the Lich discussing with Miss Bone Dragon how to chop up and sell the Dragon Race, so he went to the shore alone with an umbrella to clear his head by gazing at the sea.

Vampires feared the sunlight, almost dying upon contact, but Hake Stone slathered himself in thick sunscreen, donned sunglasses, and held an umbrella, plus the Illusion Technique effects on this island made it possible for him to view the sea.

The price to keep feelings and sensations intact while avoiding the sun seemed worth it to Hake Stone, at least he didn’t have to obsess over things daily like the Lich. A Dwarf Vampire could have many hobbies, constantly finding joy in them.

"Humph, dead set on money, you just continue hugging Gold Coins every day, while I will..."

Hake Stone threw a stone enviously toward the sea. The pebble skimmed far across the water’s surface, like a strong crossbow.

Hake Stone watched the stone fly, as if casting away the frustrations in his heart.

But just as the stone skimmed past a wave, Hake Stone suddenly stood up.

Although standing up didn’t seem much taller than squatting, Hake Stone’s aura soared to ten meters high.

Streaks of blood coalesced in front of him, turning into blood-colored bats that darted into the sea.

A few seconds later, a black shadow emerged on the surface of the water.

"An Orc?"

Hake Stone was puzzled. How could there be an Orc arriving on this island full of Undead? Wasn’t he afraid to die?

Kalgore Cruman was even more shocked than Hake Stone; he had been traveling in the shadows of the sea water, which ordinary people couldn’t detect. How did this Dwarf, wrapped up like a mummy, spot him?

And what method had he just used to force him out of the shadows?

After drifting at sea for so long, had the first little island he encountered already been populated? That was awfully bad luck.

But he’d never eaten a Dwarf before, and Kalgore Cruman wanted to taste it.

Hake Stone frowned at the Orc, taking out his Necromancy Codex to send a message to Amberser.

[Dislikes Humans: An Orc has appeared on your island, what’s going on?]

[Diga Ultraman: These days, everyone who makes it to this island is my enemy. If it’s just one Orc, take care of it as you see fit. If you don’t want to bother, let Melina kill him; I’m too busy to attend to such trivial matters right now.]

Amberser was busy discussing with Gareth how to package and sell the Dragon Race. How could he afford to be distracted by anything else?

Hake Stone, after reading this reply, couldn’t help cursing, "The God of Wealth is really blind not to take you as a Lesser God."

Looking up at the Orc soaking in the water, Hake Stone suddenly felt the urge to limber up. Despite his facade as a frail historian, he was a Vampire of Legendary Rank.

Hake Stone almost couldn’t remember when the last real fight was, his most recent one being when he accompanied his friends from the Elegy Poetry Society to bully the weak in Gloomyland.

This Orc’s abilities seemed to be completely countered by his own, so he’d have some fun with him. According to Hake Stone’s experience, the blood of an Orc warmed up after exercise would taste even better.

The Dwarf Vampire floated into mid-air and beckoned Kalgore Cruman with a wag of his finger.

Kalgore Cruman squinted his eyes; he didn’t understand the ins and outs of this Dwarf, but Kalgore Cruman had his unique ways of judging, through the shadow.

The shadow is something that accompanies a person from birth, and many things could be deciphered from every person’s gloom.

Kalgore Cruman could generally determine one’s character and history from their shadow, and this Dwarf’s... damn it, this guy was using an umbrella that made it impossible for Kalgore Cruman to read Hake Stone’s shadow.

What Kalgore Cruman didn’t know was that even if Hake Stone discarded the umbrella, no shadow would appear.

Vampires have no shadows; when exposed to direct sunlight, their bodies would fiercely burn, creating light instead of casting a shadow.

Kalgore Cruman just thought the umbrella was getting in the way, but that wasn’t a problem; he had enough confidence in his own strength.

It had been long since he tasted fresh meat, so he would celebrate returning to land with this Dwarf.

Kalgore Cruman once again morphed into a shadow and slipped into the sea, swimming rapidly toward the shore.

Hake Stone chuckled, "This orc dares to use the same trick a second time; he’s underestimating me."

Hake Stone crushed the unfinished bottle of blood in his hand, and the Githyanki’s blood spurted forth. The crimson liquid, however, was firmly grasped in Hake Stone’s hand, as if he had seized a tangled web of red threads.

The blood transformed into a slender stiletto sword, twice the length of Hake Stone himself.

Holding an umbrella in one hand and grasping the sword in the other, Hake Stone flew toward the open sea.

As soon as he reached the shore, dozens of dark blades extended from the water, aiming for Hake Stone.

The cloak behind Hake Stone enshrouded his body like a living thing, rendering the shadow blades’ assaults ineffective.

Once there was a gap in the attacks, Hake Stone thrust the crimson blade into the sea.

Hidden among the ocean’s shadows, Kalgore Cruman could have evaded most attacks, but was struck by Hake Stone’s sword.

The young orc reappeared, Hake Stone’s blade having pierced his shoulder, still crazily draining blood, as if to leech every drop from Kalgore Cruman’s body.

Hake Stone proudly taunted, "Heh, playing shadow magic tricks in front of a vampire, isn’t that incredibly stupid?"

Not every vampire excels in this area, but Hake Stone is a special case. Without some skills, the mere title of historian wouldn’t be enough to join the Elegy Poetry Society.

Members of the Elegy Poetry Society, besides being powerful, always have something unique about them, but individuality only adds to their appeal; strength is the foundation.

This is indeed a mysterious organization with some of the lowest entrance standards for the Legendary Rank.

Delighting in his prey, Hake Stone watched Kalgore Cruman feel his blood rush as if it were a river bursting through its gates.

Within seconds, his body shriveled, turning into a desiccated husk.

Hake Stone then retracted the Blood Sting Sword, looking as Kalgore Cruman sank to the ocean floor.

"What a pity, you were quite capable, but your power was completely subdued by me."

After a moment of reflection, Hake Stone turned and flew towards the island.

But at the moment he turned, the desiccated body of Kalgore Cruman dispersed like ink, and two dark blades lashed out once again.

Hake Stone was surprised. The guy wasn’t dead yet? This was definitely not a regular orc, possibly mixed with some other bloodline.

But that didn’t matter, as the cloak enveloped him, the shadow blades doing no harm.

Just when Hake Stone thought Kalgore Cruman was merely struggling in vain, he felt a lightness in his hand; the umbrella shielding him had been sliced in half.

The sun shone directly on Hake Stone, immediately causing plumes of green smoke to rise from his body.

With a scream of agony, Hake Stone dashed toward the shore, casting a Dark Art on himself in the process.

A dense black fog enveloped a fifty-meter radius, shielding him from the sunlight’s harm.

Like a mummy, Kalgore Cruman surfaced, grinning, "If I had known you were a vampire, I wouldn’t have bothered with you."

Vampire flesh is toxic and inedible!

Kalgore Cruman had a very simple logic: killing was hunting, and there was no need to waste energy on those he couldn’t consume.

Hake Stone roared in anger, "What’s wrong with being a vampire? What of it?!"

Hundreds of blood-red bats flew out from the darkness, hurtling towards Kalgore Cruman.

Kalgore Cruman simply lay back on the water surface, showing no signs of resistance.

This bewildered Hake Stone, wondering what ploy the orc was conjuring now.

Hake Stone loudly demanded, "What are you doing? Get up and fight me to the end! I will show you the might of a vampire!"

Kalgore Cruman responded weakly, "Fine, I lose. I thought I could kill you just now, but it failed. I’ve got no strength left."

Most of his blood had been drained, and his shadow transformation was countered by Hake Stone. Kalgore Cruman didn’t even have an alchemical potion for healing, let alone costly magic equipment.

At this point, Kalgore Cruman truly had no options left but to close his eyes and await death.

As a hunter, dying at the prey’s hand is normal; if not this vampire, then another creature would have done it. When he could no longer wield his weapon due to old age, death by a beast’s maw was inevitable.

Kalgore Cruman had long accepted this as his fate, his only regret being that he hadn’t located his clan’s archenemy—the sole blemish on his life.

Kalgore Cruman’s serenity took Hake Stone aback, who hesitated before speaking, "Are you seeking death, young orc?"

With his last bit of energy, Kalgore Cruman said, "Who seeks death willingly? But whether I live or die isn’t up to me..."

Blood loss caused Kalgore Cruman’s body to convulse, the agony forcing him to clench his teeth, "Grant me a quick end... It’s a hunter’s mercy..."

Hake Stone opened a new umbrella and flew over to Kalgore Cruman.

Gazing at the mummified orc, he leaned in and bit into Kalgore Cruman’s neck.