This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Chapter 66 - 66 66 A Crushing Victory

?Chapter 66: Chapter 66: A Crushing Victory Chapter 66: Chapter 66: A Crushing Victory Gareth reached out and touched his neck, immediately panicking a bit.

The armor he wore had been forged for him by the Bone Dragon clan, a top-tier piece of enchanted armor that was not far from being a divine artifact.

But the helmet on his neck was a decorative piece he had attached himself, with the Soul Fire glow inside merely for show, originally intended for disguising himself as a Death Knight when he planned to run away from home.

However, the recent strike from the Holy Slash had taken Gareth by surprise, and the clasp of the helmet was knocked off by the impact.

Gareth hurriedly reattached the helmet. Despite the intense battle, there were no onlookers nearby, but if anyone had seen him and discovered he was a Headless Knight, the news might have reached his wife.

He would have to melt the helmet directly onto his neck later to avoid any further slip-ups.

Amberser watched Gareth’s anxious behavior and felt almost embarrassed to tell him the truth.

Although Withered Rose had not gone into details, Amberser could guess that she and Gareth’s wife came together to capture this unwelcome son-in-law, otherwise, she wouldn’t have suddenly known so much about the movements of the paladins.

Perhaps at this moment, the two women were watching Gareth from some corner.

Indeed, marriage is a grave, and one that even the undead wish to flee from.

Amberser then looked towards the Iron Slag Ashes Bar which had been completely destroyed by the shockwaves from their fight, matching the prophecy to the letter.

The first prophecy had come true, but Amberser had thought it would be Miss Bone Dragon destroying the bar during a fight over an affair.

Instead, it was the battle between Gareth and Masstar that had caused the destruction.

So, might the prophecy about the beheading also be mistaken?

Amberser pondered this as he dragged Masstar out of the large pit, nearly dead.

Although Masstar had nearly burnt his life away, his body, trained rigorously over the years, still supported him to stay alive, but he was rendered utterly powerless. This was perfect since a living Paladin was valuable; once dead, he could only be sold for his soul.

Amberser skillfully stripped Masstar of all his gear and stuffed it into the Dimensional Pouch. However, when removing the silver-white helmet from his head, Amberser’s hands were severely burnt, emitting blue smoke.

Ignoring the pain, Amberser summoned a Mage Hand to remove the helmet and after a careful observation, excitedly exclaimed, “What powerful Holy Light, found a treasure!”

He did not yet know that this was a replica of the Rosanda crown, but Amberser could feel the divine power contained in the helmet; it was definitely worth a fortune.

Securing the helmet, Amberser then addressed Masstar, “Admit defeat wholeheartedly, won’t you? To avoid further pointless casualties, why not cooperate with me and persuade your comrades to surrender?”

The intense Holy Light from before had surely alerted the other Paladins, and Amberser could sense them rapidly approaching. Although Gareth was formidable, if the fight continued, much of Alchemy City might be destroyed, and then those alchemists would certainly take that opportunity to cause trouble.

Masstar was too weak to even move his fingers, but upon hearing Amberser’s words, he still asserted firmly, “We… never… fear death… Holy Light… will guide… us to the Divine Realm.”

“Tsk, I knew you would say something like that,” Amberser muttered.

No sooner had Amberser spoken than several beams of Holy Light appeared at the end of the street; Masstar’s comrades had arrived.

This time, there were nine Paladins, meaning all the remaining ones had come.

Amberser applied multiple layers of restraints and seals on Masstar, then cast the Door of Randomness to send Masstar to the castle, locking him in a cell that had been prepared in advance.

By that time, the nine Paladins were already charging towards Amberser and Gareth, shouting something about Holy Light.

The Soul Fire in Amberser’s eyes condensed into two points as he said earnestly to Gareth, “We should make it quick! Finish them before those Alchemists can’t sit still any longer.”

Gareth reattached his deformed helmet and said, “Cover me up, don’t let anyone see.”

Amberser thought to himself, “Your wife has known all along, and yet you’re still pretending.”

Nevertheless, he followed Gareth’s request and cast a spell to isolate the entire block, completely shielding the outside world from sensing anything inside.

The speed of the Celestial Warhorses was extremely fast, covering hundreds of meters in a blink, with their long swords already shining with Holy Light, intent on completely eliminating Gareth.

But they soon realized they were very naive and foolish.

With a single punch, Gareth smashed into the ground, his terrifying power shattering the earth. The shockwave, mixed with debris, bore down on them with a force of ten thousand jun.

The nine Paladins immediately adjusted their formation, merging their Holy Light into a massive shield that blocked this horrendous attack.

Though they were unhurt, the momentum of their charge slowed down.

However, Gareth’s punch wasn’t an attack, but an infusion of vast Dark Magic Power into the earth, creating a huge Magic Array.

Then, to the amazement of the Paladins, a majestic Eight-Legged Giant Horse leaped out of the Magic Array.

Gareth also leaped high up, mounting the horse mid-air. The Eight-Legged Giant Horse was so huge that it could easily carry Gareth’s four-meter-tall body. When its hooves hit the ground, each step was an earthquake.

Gray smoke billowed from the nostrils of the Eight-Legged Giant Horse, its eyes burned with raging Soul Fires, and its dark blue-black body was covered with fine Dragon Scales, clearly another Undead Mount specially crafted by the Bone Dragon clan for him.

A Headless Knight with no mount, what kind of Knight would that be?

Amberser, filled with envy, thought that being kept by a rich woman was truly grand; he would have bankrupted himself and still might not be able to afford such a steed.

Gareth pulled on the reins, excitedly saying, “Old friend, haven’t stretched your legs in a while, have you? Let’s warm up a bit today!”

The original Chain Long Knife straightened and turned into a Knight Lance over ten meters long. This was Gareth’s true weapon, the chain knife before was just a disguise, afraid of being recognized by his wife.

Now, dropping the pretense, he directly attacked in his strongest form.

The Eight-Legged Giant Horse roared, its eight legs powering forward in a crisscross pattern, charging at those few Paladins.

The rumbling was like shaking heaven and earth as they ran; the combined weight of Gareth and the Eight-Legged Giant Horse, exceeding a thousand tons, seemed like it could break through the walls of Alchemy City.

During the charge, both Gareth and his mount were enveloped by Dark Magic Power, leaving a trail of corruption and destruction in their wake.

Chain of Guardianship, Blessing Technique, Shield, Aura of Guardianship… No matter how many defensive Divine Arts the group of Paladins cast on themselves, they were meaningless in the face of Gareth’s charge.

Amberser watched as all nine of the Paladins were sent flying by Gareth’s charge, becoming paralyzed upon impact with the ground, none able to stand again. Every Paladin suffered fractures throughout their bodies, their Holy Light dimmed, and their armor corroded from the Dark Magic Power, now looking like rusty iron.

Amberser felt an immense pity; those armors, if completely stripped, would be worth so much money. Headless Bro really didn’t understand the value of things.

But Gareth had not used his full strength, knowing that Amberser needed them alive. Thus, while his charge rendered the nine Paladins useless, they ultimately survived.

Amberser felt slightly relieved, but also puzzled.

Why didn’t the remaining Paladins use the tactic of burning their lifespan to forcibly increase their power?

Even mortals could sacrifice their lives for strength, so they surely knew how, right?

Or was there some kind of activation condition?

Amberser shook his head, pushing down his curiosity. A scholar’s habits seemed out of place at this moment. Now that the Paladins had been dealt with, the focus shifts to the next issue—negotiating with Alchemy City.

Was the Wishing Machine, cherished by Alchemy City, really as miraculous as believed?