Arcane Journey

As the Lich pressed on step by step, the Slaadi, which had seemed full of energy after absorbing a huge amount of negative energy, suddenly showed fear on its ferocious and terrifying face.

Then, under the influence of the flames surrounding the lich, the Death Slaadi was like a lit gunpowder barrel. It exploded with a "bang" and its entire body was burning with flames.

The Death Slaad roared in pain and rolled madly on the ground. Unfortunately, no matter how hard it tried, it could not put out the flames burning fiercely all over its body.

Seeing the Slaadi struggling in pain and Vizlan's desperate and helpless look, with raging flames all around him, like a lich from the abyss of hell, he slowly restrained the raging flames all over his body.

It walked at an unhurried pace, each step was steady and powerful, as if stepping on Vizlan's heartbeat, and with a terrifying majesty, it came straight to the side of the Slaadi who was still struggling in pain.

This lich looked weird and terrifying. In its eye sockets, there were two balls of soul fire that flickered like ghostly blue ghost fires. They seemed to have life, flashing a strange and cold light, tightly locking onto the body of the Slaadi.

After a long time, it slowly spoke, its voice low and hoarse, as if it came from an ancient tomb: "I see, it seems that my guess is correct. The reason why you can devour my negative energy like a bottomless black hole is because you absorbed a wisp of chaotic energy that is as elusive as a mysterious vortex."

In the lich's deep eye sockets, two balls of soul fire leaped like will-o'-the-wisp fire, like two sharp needles, tightly locked on the body of the Slaadi.

The corners of its mouth slightly raised, with a hint of confidence and calmness, it spoke slowly and with a chilling coldness: "I see, it seems that my guess is not wrong at all. The reason why you can devour my negative energy so easily, like a greedy hungry ghost devouring food, is because you absorbed a ray of chaotic energy."

It looked up and down at the gradually losing its ability to resist Shisla Death Toad with great interest, its eyes like a connoisseur examining a rare treasure.

At this moment, the Death Slaadi was like a lamb to be slaughtered. Under the oppressive gaze of the Lich, it looked extremely small and helpless.

The lich continued, with a hint of emotion and doubt in his voice: "In that mysterious and endless abyss-like Chaos Sea, although the most abundant thing is Chaos Energy, the Chaos Energy on the surface is nothing more than the four chaotic elements merging together like a group of headless flies.

Such chaotic energy is like a glass of fine wine mixed with poison. Once absorbed, it will not only be of little benefit, but will be like a thorn in the flesh, causing people to gradually lose their rationality and eventually dissipate like dust, becoming part of the endless darkness of the Chaos Sea.

Only the Githzerai, who live in monasteries all year round and are as pure as ascetics, can fight against them. And you have a trace of extremely pure chaos energy..."

In the lich's eye sockets, two balls of soul fire were like candle flames blown wildly by strong winds, swaying and jumping wildly, as if containing endless weirdness and profound meaning.

A meaningful look slowly emerged on its skinny face, as if it had insight into all the secrets of the world.

Then, it slowly opened its mouth full of rotten teeth. Those rotten teeth were like uneven rotten wood, emitting a disgusting smell.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

It let out a sinister laugh that echoed in the silent space: "It seems that, my old friend, you either had the audacity to rob a Githzerai monastery and refined all the monks to absorb their power; or you caught a modron that traveled from the Mechanical Realm by chance, and cleverly used the mysterious power of the modron's absolute neutrality to successfully neutralize the chaotic chaotic energy." The lich glanced at Vizlan coldly and stated his purpose, "But no matter how you got it, this poor little guy will soon become the subject of dissection in my laboratory."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brian noticed that Vizlan, who had given up resistance, suddenly broke free from the flame tentacles and stood up abruptly from the ground.

Then he moved his mind slightly, and a bloody red arm emerged from his chest.

This strange and terrifying arm was like a marble pillar sweeping across, with unstoppable and terrifying brute force, sweeping the lich who was sure of victory into another pile of books on the spot.

Then, Brian noticed that Vizlan controlled the red arm that emerged from his chest and reached directly for the magic notebook floating in the air.

"Necromancy, my old friend, in order to deal with me, are you even willing to sell your body? If you have sold your body, I think you have probably sold your soul as well."

The lich stood up from the scattered pile of books. Vizlan's attack, which had been planned for a long time, directly broke most of the bones on the lich's chest, so that most of the bones on the lich's chest were broken, like dead branches broken by the wind.

When it struggled to stand up, its body was unable to bear the weight and it bent straight down like a puppet with its spine removed.

Even though his body had suffered such severe injuries, the lich seemed unaware of it. He just watched with interest the sight of Vizlan rushing towards his magic notebook like a hungry tiger with a hint of amusement on his face.

It opened its dark mouth, revealing a mouthful of eerie white bones, and let out a low and strange laugh, saying, "You don't look so stupid. You finally got it and figured out how to deal with me. But it's a pity that everything is too late and it's all over. After all, the purpose of my coming here has been achieved."

After saying that, the lich no longer tried to stop Vizlan. He just stood there, watching him rush towards his magic notebook with interest. There was even a hint of amusement in his expression, as if he was watching a farce.

Seeing this situation, Brian frowned unconsciously.

As a spectator, although I am full of melons, it would be a bit uncomfortable if I didn't understand what the melon was.

The main reason for this is that Brian simply did not understand what the lich meant by his last words.

Although it seemed that Vizlan was at a disadvantage in the duel between these two legendary wizards, the outcome had not yet been decided. So why did the other party say that his goal had been achieved?

So, what is his purpose?
Brian frowned, and like the lich, he focused his attention on Vizlan, who had already rushed towards the magic notebook desperately. (End of this chapter)