If you open Orestes' diary, you will find the source of his confidence - the next tomb is a real forbidden place for living beings, and even legends cannot easily break in.

"December 1407, New Calendar. Sunny."

"This is my second year as the Great Immortal. I have broken free from the bonds of death, and everything has become wonderful."

"But there are still hidden dangers."

"I needed a better way to protect my phylactery, so I bought thirty-five female elves from the black market, cast a curse on them, and turned them into banshees—"

"I watched them struggle and wail, their flesh and blood decayed, their spirits decayed, and finally they were transformed into undead monsters when they died. In the end, twenty-seven of them were successfully transformed."

"Well, those are truly fascinating undead creatures. They are incapable of feeling happiness, and are left with only the suffering of life, yet they still cling to the beauty of being alive."

"Fortunately, my experiment was successful. I put the remaining 27 banshees in a bottle. They will be imprisoned in it forever, wailing in sorrow forever - that is the [Banshee's Wailing Bottle]."

"Haha, from now on, no one can leave here alive."

【Banshee's Wail】

This is called "one of the most terrifying nine-ring spells" by wizards. The roar emitted by this spell can generate extremely strong negative energy and even tear apart a person's soul.

However, Orestes solidified this nine-ring spell and placed it in the deepest tomb to protect his precious life box.

Orestes looked at the image on the crystal skull, staring at the man who was about to enter the next tomb, and whispered hoarsely: "Feel your death, you mortal who doesn't know your own limits."

"Hehehe"

"This must be the Tomb of the End."

"I only heard of its name in my previous life, but I didn't expect to be able to come in now."

Cassius wiped the dust off the stone door, stared at the exposed white bone skull holy emblem, and couldn't help but sigh.

The players in the previous life finally broke through the torture of the Corridor of Death and thought they could taste the sweet fruits of victory.

As a result, when they pushed open the stone door, what was waiting for them was the nine-ring spell [Banshee's Howl] - the players were wiped out again.

It wasn't until someone figured out a way to use a soulless construct to destroy the Banshee's Wail Bottle that players were able to enter the tomb.

"Interesting stuff."

Cassius narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the help of the power of [Heavenly Tribulation Dragon Eye], his sight passed through the stone gate and saw the crystal bottle behind it and the twenty-seven banshees imprisoned in it.

It was a legendary equipment. As long as any living creature approached, the banshee in the bottle would let out the [Banshee Howl] and tear the enemy's soul apart.

So he gently pressed his hand on the stone door.

"That's it, that's it"

"Foolish and ignorant mortals"

"Push open this door to death, and greet your end!"

The lich stared at the magical image, urging anxiously, wishing he could teleport over and open the door himself.

However, something unexpected happened. The man bent his fingers slightly, and a claw-shaped flashing force field appeared in the air in the tomb, directly grabbing the crystal bottle containing the banshee.

"Do not--"

"What is he going to do?!"

"Impossible! How could he find out?"

The lich roared madly in his heart.

However, the next moment, something even more shocking happened to Orestes - the claw-shaped flashing force field created a space crack in the air, and the bottle disappeared out of thin air.

It was stolen!
The trap he spent decades carefully designing was stolen!

The lich's withered hands trembled slightly, and the two balls of ghostly fire in his eye sockets flickered. He knew that the situation was becoming serious.

Orestes picked up a bone staff from the shelf and prepared to cast a teleportation spell to go directly to the Last Tomb.

But he suddenly discovered that the space around the tomb seemed to be isolated.

"damn it!"

"Why can't I cast a spell?"

The lich went completely insane.

Thick undead mist emerged from his head, and ghost fire in his eye sockets burned fiercely.

But even if he tried his best, Orestes could not enter it. He could only watch the man enter the place where he hid the phylactery.

"No, he won't find my phylactery."

"My plan was absolutely correct."

"Besides, I have one final plan. This human will never think of this this time! He will definitely die!"

Orestes said this with gritted teeth. This was not just bragging, in fact the lich had indeed anticipated this worst-case scenario and had made full preparations.

There is a sub-legendary staff in the Tomb of the End. It is a bait to attract attention, allowing adventurers to think they have found the "final reward" and leave the tomb.

His life box is hidden in a dark room that is difficult to detect. One has to uncover the paintings hanging on the wall in order to open the secret door and enter the dark room where the life box is hidden.

More importantly, there are three beholders guarding his dark room - he spent a lot of souls to summon these guys, and the two hundred years limit has expired, and they are about to return to the other world.

The Lich originally thought that he would not have the chance to use these last safeguards in the next two hundred years, but he did not expect that an accident would happen today.

This distorted monster is greedy and full of hatred. It is the nightmare of all spellcasters. Their huge eyeballs can emit anti-magic fields and cause various effects such as petrification, hypnosis, and charm.

Orestes believed that no matter who it was, if they were attacked by the three-eyed demon in such a small space, they would not have a good ending.

Inside the Tomb of the End.

In the heavy sarcophagus, the body of the Elder of Doom has turned into bones, like the incarnation of Melkor.

The walls were covered with paintings depicting men, women, and children in various stages of death and decay.

Cassius picked up the staff on the altar and waved it casually, and dark green energy surged out.

"interesting."

"A magic wand that can cast eight-ring spells. This should be the 'artifact' from my previous life."

This is a sub-legendary level [Withering Staff], which can release an eight-ring level of withering magic, absorb the enemy's life energy, and cause the opponent's body to wither.

“And these paintings”

Cassius chuckled and snapped his fingers, and the paintings fell down in order.

Then, accompanied by a rumbling sound, a secret door appeared in the corner, leading to the darkest secret room.

“Is he found after all?”

"This human should know something, could it be those remnants?"

"But this is of no concern to you, mortal. Witnessing the immortal's phylactery will be your last honor. You will die amid the laughter of the beholder!"

The lich's body was shaking violently, and a nervous expression appeared on his haggard face. Although his words were crazy, it was enough to show how much he valued the life box.

That is the source of the lich's immortality!

Cassius walked down the stairs step by step and entered the dark room.

Finally, in the flickering light, he saw the lich's life box - it was just a small box containing jewelry, with densely packed forbidden runes engraved around it.

"finally reached."

"But. What is that?"

The spherical body was constantly suspended in midair, with its huge, bulging eyeballs wide open above a bloody mouth, and other smaller eye stalks twisting and spinning around it, searching for enemies.

Three bespectacled demons emerged from the shadows, laughing wildly. Their three main eyes created anti-magic force fields that attacked from different directions.

"Intruder!"

"go to hell!"

"eat you!"

Sure enough, the man's body seemed to be affected by the anti-magic field, and his whole body was flickering with tiny bits of magical light.

The lich watched all this nervously, praying in a low voice: "That's it, Beholder, destroy all the protective spells of this warlock and tear him into pieces!"

However, he didn't know that it was not a protective spell, but a fourth-level complete transformation spell.

"boom!"

There was only a loud bang.

The surrounding rocks splashed, the walls collapsed, and billowing smoke and dust suddenly rose up, as if something was rapidly expanding in the dust.

"Crack, click..."

When the smoke cleared, the surroundings were in a mess. The dark room had completely collapsed, and the wild smiles on the faces of the beholders disappeared, replaced by endless fear.

In front of the huge red dragon, the Tomb of the End seems so small.

The towering back shattered the ceiling, creating a concave crack on it; even though the broad wings were deliberately tightened, they still touched the walls on both ends of the tomb.

The dragon's body occupied most of the tomb chamber.

This is not rhetoric, but reality.

The red dragon lowered its head and grinned ferociously, casting a shadow that completely enveloped the trembling Eye Demon.

"I heard that you guys want to eat me?" (End of this chapter)