The completely ossified body of the lich Igvizi stood in the basement filled with various potions and corpses. The blood-red skeletons beside him made him look extremely ferocious.

"General Ming Zhan, I heard about your name when I was still a human being. The existence of the underworld is second only to the king... I didn't expect that after five hundred years, you still chose to stand on the side of human beings." Igvizi's pupils had already rotted, and two dark red lights shot out from the sunken eye sockets.

He glared at Roland fiercely, wishing to get rid of this betrayer who had ruined his hard-working plan for more than ten years, but he also understood how insignificant the power of a lich was in the face of the seventeenth-level high-level undead.

"I am not fighting the Death Territory for humanity, but for all life in Anesia. Once Mora returns to the earthly realm, all life in this world will be destroyed. I do not want to see this scene, so I once again go against the Death Territory."

"Haha...What a ridiculous thing. As a dead soul, he actually said that he wanted to stop the god of death from returning to the earth. You should know that you are a dead soul now, not a human or a living thing anymore." The lich's ridicule wandered in the empty basement for a long time.

"Then what are you doing for? Status, power, or false reputation? Since you have become a dead soul, what else can't let go? Igvizi, but I have thought that you were once a human being, but I have thought that your relatives were ravaged and killed." With a hint of pity, Roland's eyes angered the lich. He raised the scepter in his hand angrily, and a dark thunder fell, smashing the blood-stained stone table beside Roland to pieces.

"Stop it!! I don't need the mercy of you, the traitor!!"

Seeing the lich suddenly become extremely furious, Roland is even more convinced that Yitzhak had told him privately about the former Grand Duke Luo Lian a few days ago.

The former Grand Duke of Luolian Feizeer was originally a great nobleman, and hereditary Grand Duke of Luolian. His status was far beyond other nobles of his rank. In addition, the special status of the Golden Tree in the Holy Empire, he has enjoyed honor that ordinary people cannot obtain in their entire lives since he was an adult.

However, favored ministers will also anger the king.

When the Golden Tree of Fizer, the pro-war faction, and the Royal Knights failed to advance eastward again after the Arctic Ice Crystal, the imperial emperor who took his anger on Luo Lian killed all his relatives who fought bloody on the front line.

Seeing his sons and almost all the men in the family being sent to the guillotine, the always loyal Grand Duke Luo Lian had the idea of ​​rebellion for the first time. However, before this idea could come true, it was discovered by Yizhak and Meer.

The emperor was extremely furious when he learned about it through his eyewitness. In order to prevent the entire Luo Lian from being implicated, Luo Lian's royal nobles sent troops to capture the Grand Duke who was planning to lead his personal soldiers to attack the capital of Ai Ku.

To everyone's expectations, the Grand Duke Luo Lian, who died with resentment, did not disappear from then on, but was resurrected by the power from the leader of death.

After his rebirth, he was filled with resentment towards everything in the world and vowed to overthrow the rule of the Holy Empire.

Perhaps because of the feeling of being sympathetic, Roland could not raise any hatred for this hideous Lich.

"Hate will only make you fall into an abyss that cannot be extricated, and your soul will never be able to be redeemed." I have tried this feeling and knowing that I can escape from the abyss of hatred. Roland doesn't want anyone to follow her footsteps. Although she also understands that it is almost impossible to let a soul who burns its soul by hatred give up this obsession, she still wants to use the easiest way to resolve the resentment that entrenches in the heart of the lich.

If she really had to fight, she could only completely destroy this soul that had experience similar to her.

"I don't want to save me, I just want to destroy me!" Screaming in anger, Igvizi waved the undead scepter in his hand again, and the dark mist of death sprayed out from the skull at the top of the staff, entangling Roland, who was less than ten steps away from him.

Crush her!!

With the waving of the lich's thin arm, the blood skeleton soaked in the resentment-filled blood and rushed towards the object ordered by the master to attack.

With a "kick", Roland waved the sword given by Yizhak and split the blood skull that had just rushed to her into powder.

Just as the Lich sneered and ordered his immortal servant to be resurrected, he was frightened to find that the blood skeletons that could be reborn from the ashes countless times like the Immortal Firebird, still maintain their decomposed posture.

Standing among the ashes on the ground, the long sword in Roland's hand shone with a faint stream of light, and the light gold color appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Holy Light!!" Igvizi shouted in horror.

Of course he recognized that spell. If he hadn't drawn his sword and unsheathed it, he wouldn't have noticed that the weapon was attached to one of the strongest attack spells in the Church of Light.

Although it has no lethality to other creatures, as the Light Church, there are few aggressive spells. The Holy Light has absolutely lethality to the undead and can easily purify the undead.

It can also be said that it is an advanced light spell that can only be resisted by reaching the level of the Great Priest of Death and the Lich King. And its caster can only cast at the level above the Great Priest of Life.

Looking at the shape of the sword again, Igvizi suddenly laughed.

Saint-Blazing Light, this famous sword that is even older than the elves held by Grand Duke Luolian is the hero king's sword, the head of the seven heroes three thousand years ago.

After breaking the battle with the great demon priest in the Great Dark War, the dwarf King Jeanholmd was re-forged and cast into a new sword with extremely rare elemental magic crystals. Then, the first emperor Heingroll personally used the blessing of holy light. It is the first holy weapon of the human world and the church of light.

It has always been treasured in the Great Hall, and is a secret treasure that the church has never passed down. It has only been used in several famous battles against the dead.

Now, this legendary holy object is actually held by an equally famous undead, so why doesn't Igvizi laugh?

He also dreamed that one day he could hold a holy sword to drive away the undead, but he never thought that he would become one of the undead purified by the saint-blazing light.

The past is like smoke, and in a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, but the knights who believed in the Light have fallen.

Roland glanced at the light golden light sword in his hand. It was an invisible secret sword. If it was not used on the undead, it would almost be a non-existent sword or a bladeless sword. It would only reflect its original appearance when dealing with the undead.

It is not so much a sword as a tangible light.

Although Izhak gave it to her for some reason, Roland also vaguely felt that the sword must have a great origin. Since it was given to the Emperor of the Dharma, she had no weapon to help, so she had to take it with her teeth.

Seeing the lich was shocked, and after experiencing the sharpness of this sword against the undead, Roland liked it more and more. It just happened to suit her. She would neither cast spells like a mage nor use magical techniques like a priest. With only one body of brute force, she could not bear it even if she could not be tired of the undead body.

Without extra energy to think about the origin of the sword, nor did he understand why the sword was ineffective against himself, as the undead. Roland raised the luminous blade in his hand and waved it towards the shrill roaring lich.

Like cutting fresh fruit with a sharp kitchen knife, the blazing light of the holy sword easily broke the lich's magic wall.

"Soul body separation!!"

With all his magic, Igvizi casts one of the most terrifying spells in the dark system.

The fifteenth level of the undead spell exploded with pure magic in the basement filled with undead.

The highly dense dark elements squeezed the entire room like a sealed box filled with water. The air was instantly drained, crushing the remaining blood skeletons and the bodies standing in the corners of the walls without thoughts into bursting blood cells.

This spell that is not a tenth-level lich that can be cast. The lich who can bet on the soul still relies on burning his soul to cast a superior spell that surpasses his own fifth-level. Although the power of this spell has been greatly weakened due to the lack of ability of the spellcaster, it cannot be overlooked.

However, Igvizi was full of expectations. When he saw the spell he used for soul destruction, it turned into grief and anger after seeing that it had no effect on Roland. The lich's painful roar resounded throughout the underground waterway.

"This is impossible!! Even if you are a seventeenth-level undead, you cannot avoid the destruction of your soul. Why!! Why??"

"I have witnessed with my own eyes how this spell was created. Do you think that as a dead soul who has fully understood its casting principle, I will still be hurt?" The ghost with fangs and claws passed by Roland one by one, but did not touch her body, as if he had avoided it automatically.

"Dark System Immunity..." The lich's voice gradually dimmed with the light in its eyes, and he realized that he had lost. As a magician who had no melee ability, if his spells were completely immune, he had no chance of winning.

As a high-level undead, I have a certain immunity to dark spells.

However, Igvizi did not expect that Roland could ignore even the fifteenth level spell. He raised his thin hands powerlessly and grabbed them in the air. He took the risk of casting advanced spells with his soul, burning out all the energy of the lich.

"I haven't destroyed the empire yet...I haven't..." The hoarse voice gradually calmed down in the basement. Seeing the lich burning out the last trace of his soul, Roland slowly turned his gaze back to his chest that had been stabbed to the opposite end, with a shiny dagger in it.

"If Allen and Lavitt knew you were the Blood Winged Raiders, they would have been very sad."

Starting today, the update of the public version will be restored, but it is impossible to solve it once a day. I hope everyone who sees the public version will forgive you.
Chapter completed!