This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Chapter 85 - 85 85 The Battle Ends A Joyous Reunion

?Chapter 85: Chapter 85: The Battle Ends, A Joyous Reunion Chapter 85: Chapter 85: The Battle Ends, A Joyous Reunion The Holy Light descending from the sky and the roar from deep underground, though both were intangible, seemed to truly collide with each other. The intense collision at the ground caused countless explosions to appear out of thin air.

The earth shattered, and houses and buildings were reduced to ruins.

Both sides in the battle were engulfed in the incessant explosions, but the Paladins were far more comfortable than the Undead. Since James Watson’s Divine Intervention was mainly to assist his own people, a majority of the Lord of the Dawn’s power went into bolstering the Paladins’ defenses and healing their injuries.

The dead Paladins could not be revived, but those with a breath left in them were all saved.

Not only that, they were also empowered with a strong Holy Light, remaining unscathed amid the severe explosions.

Even James Watson’s own undead state had been cured, and he would be immune to such a curse for a long time.

As for the Undead, except for Gareth and Withered Rose, they were almost completely wiped out.

The powerful Deity was so unreasonable, merely casting a gaze was enough to turn the tide of battle.

This was also why Withered Rose had never considered using the Wishing Spell against the Laine Empire; it was absolutely doomed to fail.

The battle was lost. With the Paladins regrouping and joining the Supreme Decree, their combined strength had already surpassed Gareth and Withered Rose.

Specializing in Necromancy Spells, Withered Rose found her combat effectiveness greatly diminished without an army to hold back the enemy and her Gaze of Death’s capabilities obstructed by the Lord of the Dawn. Gareth might still have had the strength to fight, but Withered Rose knew her close friend had been watching the battlefield from the sky the whole time. Miss Bone Dragon would not permit her husband to risk his life recklessly.

The hatred towards the Laine Empire was Withered Rose’s personal vendetta. To have Gareth’s help was the limit; the Dragon Race would not allow their son-in-law to fight to the death with James Watson. Even Miss Bone Dragon was reluctant to join the battle.

Although they couldn’t kill James Watson, Gareth’s assault had still cost the Paladins dearly, while Withered Rose had only lost a dozen Death Knights and some Magipuppet Automatons that weren’t even hers to begin with.

It was time to retreat.

Despite her deep hatred for the Laine Empire, Withered Rose had regained some sanity after the fight and decisively sent a signal. In the sky above, a cloud suddenly appeared, expanding wildly, quickly enveloping both Withered Rose and Gareth.

By the time James Watson had gathered the Holy Light to disperse the cloud, everything inside had already vanished.

“Another Legendary Rank Undead?! What’s going on with Alchemy City?”

James Watson was so angry his face turned green; they seemed to have won the battle, but in fact, they had lost.

The Undead had all fled, but the Paladins still couldn’t retreat, for the mutation of Alchemy City was not yet over, and the violent shocks continued while most of the city lay in ruins.

Many residents of Alchemy City were buried in the rubble, with cries of agony echoing continuously.

James Watson could only grit his teeth and order, “All Paladins, rescue our brethren as much as possible, evacuate Alchemy City!”

Although the Laine Empire’s religious zealots had severe racial discrimination, they did observe the edicts of the Lord of the Dawn to the letter, never forgetting to help the weak in times of suffering—granted, only among humans, but still worthy of the titles of light and sanctity.

Clothed in Holy Light, the Paladins split into several squads and rescued all nearby humans.

The blessings given by the Lord of the Dawn had now become key to saving lives. They were incredibly strong, indomitable, capable of healing wounds, and soothing hearts.

There was nothing more comforting to the survivors than a Vigor Aura, nor a quicker way to escape than the Celestial Warhorses. Heaps of heavy debris were easily lifted, a dozen survivors were placed on the horses’ backs, and in just seconds, they could be transferred to safety, with their injuries healing along the way.

The humans were grateful to the Paladins, but the other races could only curse; these discriminatory zealots didn’t even spare them a glance.

Not just sparing a glance—if an Orc lay in the road, they might even get trampled by the Celestial Warhorses.

Of course, it wasn’t intentional, but they wouldn’t go out of their way to avoid it either. For the Laine People, other races were just weeds by the road; stepping on them wasn’t a concern.

No matter how hard they tried, this bit of rescue was just a drop in the ocean for the entirety of Alchemy City. The shaking continued, and the cracks on the surface multiplied.

Not only that, but it seemed as if Alchemy City was being lifted by some strange force, slowly rising.

James Watson, floating in mid-air, could see clearly that the ground of the entire Alchemy City had already risen by several meters, clearly in a state of flotation—this city seemed destined to fly to the skies.

James Watson could only issue another order, “Hurry up, ten more minutes, and then evacuate everyone.”

After speaking, he too flew to the ground, picked up several injured humans, and carried them out of the city. There was no need for command now; he too had to do his part.

Meanwhile, deep in the sewers, Amberser stood at the heart of the Wishing Ritual, coldly observing the operation of the Magic Array. The Skeleton’s face showed no expression, but his tightly clenched hands betrayed his tension and unwillingness.