This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 576 - 512: Hymn from the Other World_2

Chapter 576: Chapter 512: Hymn from the Other World_2

"Even though my identity has been exposed, my power has returned. Time is on my side, and victory will surely be mine. Now, you have lost."

Atros longed to see the regret and pain on the face of the Lich, but Amberser remained as calm as if everything was going according to plan.

Furious, Atros crushed most of the bones in his body and pointing at his agonizing nemesis, he said, "Look, this is your so-called plan, you have already failed, Lich! All your schemes are no match for my absolute power. Arthur Laine won’t survive, he will be killed by your Deification Technique, and even if he survives, he will leave the Mortal Realm forever, and there will be no one in this world who can stop me."

"He can only watch from the Divine Realm of the Lord of the Dawn, as I destroy everything he cherishes. I promise, I will destroy everything you cherish too!"

Amberser looked at the distorted Magic Dragon, not caring about the damage to his body, and merely said indifferently, "The Dragon Pantheon bet with the Lord of the Dawn, the dragons lost, but they can still bless you, allowing you to regain all your power. What about the Lord of the Dawn? He also lifted the restrictions. Have you seen the Holy Light descending from the Lord of the Dawn?"

Atros suddenly looked up, shocked, just as a thousand dazzling beams of Holy Light fell from the sky.

Divine Intervention!

Priests, beloved by the Deity, can summon the will of the Deity through certain rituals, perhaps to bestow powerful blessings or to attack enemies... it all depends on the situation.

This was an action permitted by Aeo.

Just as the Dragon Pantheon could give the Time Dragon a chance to return to its peak, the Lord of the Dawn could now take action, ensuring that Arthur Laine could smoothly become a deity.

The Holy Light merged with the iridescent lights, seeming to neutralize the terrible internal energy turbulence.

Arthur Laine no longer screamed; his previously semi-transparent body became clearer and finally completely regained its human form.

Just as he returned to human form, a divine light gathered in front of Arthur Laine, pushing him towards the high sky.

"He has succeeded," Amberser said calmly.

Divine Nature coalesced, ascending on the spot, and the gates of the Divine Realm of the Lord of the Dawn opened wide to welcome this new deity.

Atros watched as his former nemesis ascended, and although he verbally expressed indifference, his heart was already seething with a desire to destroy everything.

He did not want Arthur Laine to ascend; he only wanted to imprison this nemesis and make him watch as he achieved success. Atros wanted everything to surpass Arthur Laine, as that would satisfy him.

But Arthur Laine had become a god!

Arthur Laine had once again risen above him!

No matter what he turned the world into, the other was ultimately looking down on him from on high.

And it was all started by this Lich.

Atros looked at Amberser in his hand and said in a low, resentful voice, "I once thought, if you were willing to assist me, I could hand over the financial authority after unifying the world to you, you could manage all the wealth of this world. It’s a pity, you opposed me again and again."

Amberser laughed, "Are you foolish? The money I’m making now is for myself, serving as your finance deity means I’m working for you, helping you make money. Which do you think I would choose?"

Atros paused for a moment, increased the force in his hand, and completely shattered Amberser’s body, leaving only a skull preserving the soul.

"Do you really think I can’t deal with you? Do you think being undead means you can ignore pain, ignore all torments?" Atros emitted a cruel smile as he said to Amberser, "Thanks to Hircine, he made me realize your greatest weakness. Lich, I heard these past few centuries have been rough for you, only by becoming undead could you temporarily forget that pain. Let me help you remember it!"

Amberser’s skull opened its mouth, shaking violently as if in panic.

However, what vibrated from his soul was a burst of laughter.

"Idiot, I knew I would die, but you’ve forgotten one thing! Even if Arthur becomes a god, how could he ever forgive you?!"

Atros snorted, "Gods must not intervene in the Mortal Realm, that is Aeo’s rule..."

But the Magic Dragon hadn’t finished speaking when a beam of Holy Light descended from the sky and struck him.

Amberser, laughing, said, "Yes, Aeo’s rule is that mortals must not directly assault other mortals, otherwise they must face severe punishments. But, do you think Saint King Arthur Laine would refrain from punishing you because of that fear?"

The Holy Light transformed into a sword, piercing through Atros’s body, not only ravaging his flesh but also eroding his soul.

The Power of Time couldn’t save him, for this was the power of the Deity, a force that towered above mortals!

Beneath the Deity, all were but ants.

Arthur Laine did not hesitate for a moment, cutting down Atros with a full-strength sword strike right after gaining the power of the Deity, concentrating all his power in it, leaving no way out for himself.

It was just as when he had faced the Magic Dragon alone years ago, with the same resolution to die.

A sigh emerged from the endless Holy Light, followed by the roar of thunder.

The young deity, who had been about to enter the Divine Realm, was struck by Aeo’s thunder, transforming into scattered streams of light across the sky.

But the deity’s last sword strike, while it killed the Magic Dragon, ensured that the power of the Holy Light would keep targeting the Magic Dragon’s soul until it was completely eroded away.

Amidst screams of agony, Atros felt his soul rapidly dissolving, unable to reverse even with the Power of Time. All he could do now was slow down time a bit more, to feel the onset of death more acutely.

No, that wasn’t right, at the last moment, there was still one thing he could do.

Within the slowly moving space-time, Atros covered Amberser’s body with the remaining Power of Time.

"I curse you with my soul and flesh, may the pain I’ve endured be returned to you a thousandfold!"

Dragon Blood Curse, a vile spell once cast by the Magic Dragon on Arthur Laine, finally causing the hero’s soul to disperse and even being possessed by the Magic Dragon.

But this time, Atros wasn’t trying to take over Amberser’s body; using his last power, he reversed time, turning Amberser from a Skeleton into a stooped old man.

Reversing time, changing the Lich back to human, meanwhile, all the pain Amberser had experienced in his life resurfaced in a flash. Those long-forgotten pasts appeared uncontrollably before his eyes.

The teacher he had buried with his own hands, the torture he had undergone, his friends who had died with their eyes open, that Druid girl he once held hands with, repeated betrayals and enmities, starting over again and again, until everything he had built was ultimately lost.

Teacher, friends, lover, wealth, status, power... no matter how many times he started over, no matter how high the castles he built, they would ultimately be destroyed by fate, just like what Amberser had become.

The Diviner Mage, ultimately unable to escape the arrangement of fate.

Tears flew from his cloudy eyes, scattered by the passing wind, countless repetitive painful memories eroding his aged soul.

At the same time, those Life Caskets scattered around the world lost their magical glow.

He was no longer a Lich, and this time, he couldn’t be reborn.

When he hit the ground hard, Amberser’s stooped body and soul shattered together.

Since his bones had long been crushed, he now lay naked on the ground, just as he had mentioned before, a stark naked death.

Such a death was too undignified; if possible, he truly did not wish to be seen.

Unfortunately, there was no longer any chance for that.

When those Legendary figures returned to the Arena, all they found were the remains of the vast Magic Dragon and two mutilated corpses.

One was that of Orc King Luoga, whose soul had returned to the Divine Realm of the Orc God.

The other body was unrecognizable; only it was certain that this old man was thoroughly dead, as even the spell to speak with the dead could not revive him.

This meant, his soul was no longer there.

However, witnessed by All Gods, the kingdoms had all heard this thrilling tale from their own Gods.

Saint King Arthur Laine, the Magic Dragon Atros, and the Lich whose true name no one knew, all ultimately died on this battlefield.

Only when Amberser’s identity was finally confirmed did Withered Rose gather his remains.

At his soon-held funeral, the Arena echoed with hymns praising the heroes, though the hymns from the Mortal Realm could no longer reach the ears of the hero.