This Lich Needs More Money

Chapter 405 The entire army retreats

 Morning brings dawn, and dawn symbolizes the victory of good over evil, bathing the earth in light.

 Arthur Lane's sword didn't take much effort, but it easily cut through the body of the heavenly warrior.

Celestial warriors composed of holy light energy should ignore such injuries, but for some reason, Arthur's seemingly inconspicuous sword caused wounds that could not be healed.

Longbottom Buto’s body broke off and fell into the sea. Although he could still float on the sea, he could not heal in any way.

But Longbottom Buto did not struggle. Instead, he looked at his opponent who was flying into the air again and said in a weak voice: "So it's you."

Arthur Lane did not admit his identity, but only passed on a soul link to his former comrades. Both are heroic spirits and can communicate through soul links just like the undead.

 “Longbottom, long time no see.”

Longbottom Buto’s eyes shone with tiny golden light, like tears.

“Brother Arthur, I have been waiting for you in the Kingdom of God for 1,700 years, and I know you will not disappear like this.”

 “I’m sorry, Longbottom, I failed to protect you at the beginning.”

Arthur Lane's body was trembling. Longbottom Buto was only sixteen years old when he died. He always respected Arthur Lane as his own brother. There were more than a dozen teenagers like him, all of whom entrusted their lives to Arthur Lane, but in the end only two survived.

 But not every young man who died believed in the Lord of the Morning, and not every one of them could successfully enter the kingdom of gods. Many of them even lost their souls together, and there was no trace of their existence anymore.

 But war is so cruel, it will destroy the best things in the world right in front of you, and there is nothing you can do about it.

"It doesn't matter, we have never regretted setting foot on the battlefield, nor have we regretted following you to overthrow the tyranny. We...forget it, I don't have much time. Brother Arthur, we are waiting for you in the Kingdom of God. This time, you can't No more promises!"

Longbottom Buto did not ask Arthur Lane how he could work for a lich. He believed in Arthur Lane unconditionally, just like he did seventeen hundred years ago. No matter what changes occur in this world, as long as Arthur Lane is here, the dawn of hope will never dissipate.

Longbottom Buto's body was completely shattered and turned into thousands of golden lights flying towards the sky. The celestial warriors finally returned to the Kingdom of the Lord of the Morning.

　　Not only were the Lane people shocked, but everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

 In the eyes of many people, strength and weakness are determined by the eyes. It's similar to a needle pricking an elephant's skin. If an elephant tramples a warrior to death, then you should be able to defeat that warrior with this needle.

  In any case, it is a simple sense of strength and weakness. If you can defeat this person, then all the defeated players of this person should not be your opponents. Otherwise, you are careless, or you are cheating.

Without knowing the identity of Arthur Lane, this light sword cut off the body of the Celestial Warrior. This gave the Lane people an incredible sense of illusion?

They all have a question in their hearts: "Why?"

How could this paladin, who didn't even dare to name him, be able to kill a celestial warrior summoned by an entire legion plus the power of seven legendary warriors with just one sword?

But in Amber Xiu's hundreds of years of experience, a greasy spell can make a legendary warrior fall to death on the spot. As long as the right time and the right arrangement... It has never been said that you will defeat the rookie if you have experienced hundreds of battles, nor will it. It is said that if you have defeated a hundred strong men, you will not capsize in the gutter.

Amberxiu couldn't understand it either. He had never had any connection with the Holy Light, but he could tell that the power exerted by Arthur Lane's sword was very small, hundreds of times worse than that of the heavenly warriors.

But it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand. There is a boss who has the most say in combat beside him - the headless horseman Gareth.

Gareth was also a loyal spectator of this battle. When Amberxiu asked, Gareth explained: "Very clever sword skills, very clever control of the holy light. Didn't he cut open this celestial warrior?" "

Amberxiu suddenly realized that this was like inserting a substandard gear into a machine, causing the machine to explode due to malfunction. Or maybe Amber Xiu's forced transformation method stuffed a lot of parts into the eternal hourglass, which not only failed to strengthen the artifact, but also damaged the power of the artifact.

Although the principle sounds very simple, it is simply impossible to use one's own holy light to interfere with the movement of other people's holy light.

Take the mage as an example. With the power of the Golden Throne, Amberxiu can only cast powerful spells, instead of sending his own mana into the bodies of other mages to interfere with the operation of their mana.

 It can’t be done, it’s hundreds of times harder than killing a mage.

“Arthur Lane’s control over the Holy Light can be said to be the best among mortals. Doesn’t this make it clear that he is the chosen one of the Lord of the Dawn?” Gareth said with emotion: “I really want to have a fight with him!”

Amberson gave Gareth a don't even think about it expression. He would never allow Gareth to have a fight with Arthur Lane, not even for a discussion.

Arthur Lane is in the state of a heroic spirit. After every battle, he consumes a lot of soul power, which is completely replenished by Amber Xiu. This fight requires Amboxiu to spend money to recharge his energy. Fighting with someone like Gareth is equivalent to fighting a war to destroy the country, and Amboxiu will lose money.

If Gareth's hands are itchy, go beat up those dragons and don't mess with Arthur Lane. The Lane people on the sea did not have Gareth as an expert to explain. Everyone was immersed in the failure just now and could not react for several seconds.

 And Arthur Lane has resurfaced, suspended in mid-air.

"I say it again, if you leave now, no one will be hurt, but if you continue, I can't guarantee it."

Arthur Lane's words made Cyril Roland blush with shame. He never expected that he would lose so miserably. The combined strength of everyone was not as strong as his sword. Could this person be more powerful than the Silver Moon Knight? ?

 Do you really want to admit defeat?

 Seril Roland clenched the divine sword in his hand, floated on the sea, and floated in front of Arthur Lane.

"Who are you? There are such powerful paladins in the world, but I don't know anything about them. Are you a Lion? Even if I have to pay the price with my life, I still want to know the answer."

 Seril Roland had no fear and was ready to sacrifice the day he became a paladin.

No matter how powerful the man in front of him was, he would not be afraid. He just wanted to know the truth.

 Before the celestial warrior disappeared, he said: "So it's you."

The celestial warrior knows the paladin in front of him, so it is very likely that he is not pretending, he is really a believer of the Lord of the Dawn. But why, why would he be a thug for a lich? Cyril Roland could not believe that the Holy Light would favor a paladin who worked for the Lich.

This matter is related to his faith, and he cannot die in an unknown manner like this.

Arthur Lane was stunned for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

Seventeen hundred years ago, he was not the kind of eloquent person. After so many years, he has been living in the barrier and has not spoken to anyone. This makes him really unable to find someone to talk to for a while. An excuse to prevaricate.

The more he talks, the easier it is to reveal his identity. Once his identity is exposed, Lane will be completely divided within a few days, and then the surrounding neighboring countries will counterattack without hesitation. Lane will definitely fall into the flames of war, and thousands of People will die because of him.

Arthur Lane couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky covered by darkness. If it's that lich, he can definitely answer this question, right?

Amberxiu did not disappoint Arthur Lane, and the lich’s proud laughter could be heard in the sky.

“Stupid paladin, do you really think that you lost so miserably because my men are stronger? Is there a paladin in the world who is more powerful than your Silver Moon Knight?”

　　Cerril Roland frowned and thought deeply. He has lost so miserably. Now you are saying that his opponent is not strong? This lich is deliberately humiliating himself!

Amberxiu always did not give people a chance to think, and continued: "I said before the war started, let's see if your holy light represents justice or if my subordinates stand on the side of justice. Now it is obvious. I lost because justice was on my side.

"Although my subordinates are very powerful, they are not so powerful that they can crush the seven legends of Ryan on their own. Don't you understand? It is the Lord of the Dawn who tells you that justice is on our side. Therefore, the same Saint Light, my men can solve the problem with just one sword, but the strength you have gathered together with all your efforts is so vulnerable.

“Don’t you understand? The Lord of the Dawn is on my side. It is He who affects the outcome of this battle! At this moment, I, the Lich, am the one chosen by the Holy Light!”

　　Hearing Umbershoe's last words, all the people in Lane widened their eyes, and even Cyril Roland almost couldn't hold onto the blood of Lathander. General Huiyao covered his chest, and a strong sense of suffocation came, making his vision go dark.

 This lich claims to be the person chosen by the Lord of the Dawn?

When other lichs said this, Cyril Roland would just sneer and slash at them with his sword, but now Cyril Roland could not find any reason to refute.

 Séril Roland only felt that the three views constructed over the past fifty years were collapsing.

If the lich represents justice, then who do you think you are?

Just when his body was about to collapse, a strong arm grabbed his arm.

 "Wake up, Seril! This is the lie of that lich!" The voice of his best friend Lucas rang in his ears, finally allowing Seril Roland to regain some sense.

 Seril Roland used his last strength to force out a sentence in his mouth: "All troops, retreat!"

　　It's not that he doesn't have the courage to swing his sword at his opponent, it's that he doesn't know who he should swing his sword at now. Retreat first and at least let him calm down and think about it.

 (End of this chapter)