"boom--"

There was only a loud bang of the air bursting.

Extremely hot flames poured out from the man's palm, turning the originally dark tomb into a raging sea of ​​fire. Everything in the tomb was illuminated by the brilliant flames.

The firelight made the man's face particularly clear, and the lich could even see a playful smile on that handsome face.

The air twisted and sparks flew.

Tongues of flame flew wildly.

"Ow—"

"no no--"

"Human! How dare you—"

The noise inside the tomb was extremely noisy.

Those undead creatures that seemed extremely terrifying to ordinary people were wailing, screaming, and roaring. They scattered in all directions, hoping to escape from the sea of ​​fire.

But no matter how they struggled, they still could not escape the raging flames and could only be mercilessly swallowed by the flames.

The fire lasted for three minutes.

Hundreds of undead creatures were destroyed, but there were still clusters of remaining fire burning on the floor of the tomb, and they were even continuing to spread.

"Snapped!"

The man snapped his fingers and the flames went out.

In just a few minutes, this originally "lively" tomb became empty.

However, there were traces of burning on the walls and coffins, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of ash, and the green smoke produced by the dissipation of undead spirits was everywhere.

“There are so many undead.”

"I wonder how much 'material' has been wasted over the years?"

The man sighed softly, and he raised his hand. A breeze blew, blowing away the ashes, revealing a passable path in front of him.

He continued to walk deeper into the tomb.

Behind him, tongues of fire moved like living things, eventually pouring into the cracks in the tomb wall and destroying the pale skull hidden in the secret compartment - that was a vicious magical weapon that could transform human remains into undead creatures.

This "cannibal tomb" that has murdered countless people for hundreds of years has finally come to an end at this moment.

In the Soul Crying Castle, the ghost fire in the lich's eye sockets flickered.

"Warlock."

The bone pen beside him was still writing furiously.

"With this level of fire control ability, he is most likely a legendary sorcerer. It's so strange, how could such a human appear in a magical wasteland like Anzeta?"

"The situation is getting worse and worse. Maybe I should fall asleep as soon as possible and hide for a few hundred years - after dealing with this invader."

The will-o'-the-wisp flickered in Orestes' eye sockets, and a rotten mist emanated from it.

He stroked the skull with his withered hand and said in a cold tone: "So what if he is a legendary warlock?"

"Just a mortal."

"They still cannot escape the fate of death and the destination of the end - this is the lowliness of mortals. They can never compare with an immortal being like me."

"You will be my last prey before I fall into deep sleep."

The lich stared at the man in the image with his empty eyes and said this.

Orestes' confidence was not without basis. He had long anticipated the possibility of a spellcaster breaking in, and had made all preparations in the tomb a hundred years in advance.

Even if it was a legendary spellcaster, the Lich was confident that he could inflict heavy losses on him.

The heavy stone door slowly opened.

Ahead was a dark, endless long corridor, like a huge mouth that could devour people, and the sound of whistling wind could be heard from time to time.

"The Hall of Death."

Cassius gazed at the corridor, feeling quite emotional.

In the previous life, this place was called the "Corridor of Death", and it was also the most disgusting level in this copy. Countless traps and necromancy arrays were set up in it, and they were linked together, which was quite clever.

Even the professional player group led by Singo had to experience several complete defeats before they could pass through this corridor and enter the next tomb chamber.

Cassius didn't hesitate and strode in.

And in the Soul Cry Castle dozens of miles away, a lich was watching all this, expecting the human who broke into the tomb to be turned into pieces.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang"

"Whoosh!"

Accompanied by a series of noisy noises.

Hundreds of mechanisms and traps in the Corridor of Death were triggered one after another.

Arrows coated with bone-eating poison flew in midair; steel spikes strong enough to pierce flesh and blood protruded from the walls; miasma that could cause a person's whole body to fester filled the air; and pools of acid that could turn humans into skeletons appeared on the ground.
But this is just the beginning.

Spells are the most deadly in this corridor.

The death circles, fear symbols, and soul-stealing formations painted on the ceiling and walls can inadvertently take the lives of those who pass by.

But Cassius just walked forward leisurely as if he was strolling in the garden, without being affected at all.

Arrows, steel spikes and even poison were blocked by the invisible barrier before they touched his body and could not hurt him at all.

The [Death Circle] on the wall suddenly lit up, and endless death fog poured out from the circle. The ghosts imprisoned in it wailed, trying to take the lives of the invaders.

However, Cassius simply waved his hand and wiped out the formation.

The [Resurrection of the Dead] spell on the ceiling awakens hundreds of bones and debris in the corridor into undead skeletons and zombies.

They roared and pounced towards Cassius, but were burned to ashes by the flames again.

"It's noisy."

"Why does this lich like to pile up monsters so much? He should design Dark Souls XII from his previous life."

"boom!"

Cassius stomped his feet, and all the mechanisms, traps and magic arrays around him dimmed instantly and finally shattered.

The entire Death Corridor suddenly became quiet and all the noise came to an abrupt end.

This Death Corridor, which was once called "the most disgusting level in history" by players and had never been broken through by anyone in hundreds of years, was finally completely destroyed.

This corridor of death was supposed to torture players for days, causing dozens of top professional players to become exhausted and suffer countless casualties. However, it was easily opened by this "cheating" guy, Cassius, without even expending much effort.

Cassius continued to stride forward.

This corridor of death was built on underground caves and is several kilometers long.

Stone statues of men, women, and children in various stages of death and decay lined the walls of the inner hall, and on both sides of the corridor were dozens of tombs where the dead were buried, from which undead creatures would constantly emerge - but these were not his target.

His destination was the Last Chamber, the resting place of the Doom Elders of Melkor, located in the deepest part of the ancient tombs.

"How. Is it possible?"

"How can he be so relaxed?"

Inside Soulcrying Castle, the lich's voice was no longer as calm as before, as if everything had nothing to do with him. Instead, he became anxious and even a little irrational.

Liches are indifferent to the affairs of living things - unless they involve themselves.

It was no wonder that Orestes lost his composure. After all, after passing through the Corridor of Death, the mysterious and dangerous man was not far from his life box.

The life box is the treasure that every Orest values ​​most, and it is also the biggest secret of the lich's immortality.

"no, I can not."

"He won't find my phylactery."

"I have many arrangements in the next tomb. Even if he is really a legendary warlock, he will not be able to escape from those spells unscathed."

"Even if he withstands all the spells, he will not be able to find my phylactery. Moreover, I have the last perfect means in the place where the phylactery is hidden."

"How can these short-lived mortals, whose lives are as fragile as those of ants, compare to the preparations I, an immortal, have spent hundreds of years on?" (End of this chapter)