Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

"who!?"

The man in black robe was startled and quickly distanced himself in the opposite direction. After he saw Salman's appearance clearly, his expression became solemn.

"Are you the sealed lich? According to the clues, you used to be the legendary traveler, the holy priest Salman?"

Hearing this, the soul fire in Salman's eyes suddenly brightened.

"I didn't expect that after so much time, there are still people who remember me. I'm really lucky."

Seeing Salman admit his identity, the man in black robe immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, even a weak lich is an extremely powerful monster. Even with the blessing of the gods, the man in black robes may not be able to defeat it.

But when Salman was alive, he was a priest who was completely hostile to undead creatures like liches. On the premise of retaining his previous power, the priest's holy light would conflict with undead spells.

From this, the man in black robe concluded that Salman certainly did not have much strength left.

“Hehehe, even the legend of the past will die under the power of my god.”

Seeing the black-robed man opposite him suddenly become arrogant, Salman cursed him in his heart as an idiot, but he kept smiling on his face.

"Really? But according to my guess, your god should be the god of war. Didn't he fall during the war between gods? Can you explain this to me?"

"Well, since you are going to die anyway, I will tell you how great my God is."

As he spoke, the man in black robe opened his arms with an extremely fanatical attitude.

Seeing this, Salman sneered inwardly. He saw that the person opposite him was a typical stupid villain. He had no idea that villains die because they talk too much.

He bet that his opponent would tell him all his plans and then mock him in the end, using all his future card losses as a gamble.

Just as Salman was thinking this in his heart, the man in black robe did not speak for a long time.

Come on, tell me! Stop just posing!

Salman complained in his heart, and the man in black robe seemed to understand the look in his eyes, and he coughed lightly in embarrassment.

"Forget it. You're going to die anyway. It doesn't matter whether I tell you or not. I won't waste my breath."

Salman: (▔皿▔╬)?

Salman felt fooled and was very angry. To be honest, if he wasn't just a skeleton, he would have been so angry that his brain was congested. It was definitely not because he had just made a bet in his heart that he would not win the game. Absolutely not!

The man in black robe did not notice that Salman was in a bad mood, and he was smiling smugly at the moment.

“Hehe, I didn’t expect that after you became a lich, you would choose to become the follower of a young dragon. And those people below should be your companions. They are about to be crushed into pieces by the wild orc army.”

Hearing this, Salman looked down. The orcs that had been restrained by the spider silk had all been killed, and the remaining ones were all orcs with intact combat power. Hogg and his men were fighting hand-to-hand with these orcs.

Even if Hogg and his men each had an enchanted piece of equipment, their magic power and physical strength were so limited that they couldn't fight for long, and the battle situation was extremely dangerous.

Seeing this, Salman did not hesitate, waved his hand and cast the undead spell, transforming those dead orcs into undead.

As a burst of magical light was spread, the shrouded corpse of the wild orc crawled up in an extremely strange and twisted posture, and then the flesh and blood on its body quickly rotted and melted until only a pale skeleton was left.

As the skeletons' eye sockets lit up with purple soul fire, they roared and charged towards the nearest wild orcs.

Seeing these undead, Hogg smiled. He knew that these were the work of Salman. After loudly reminding other warriors of his clan, he continued to fight with the orcs.

Above, the man in black robe frowned deeply when he saw this scene.

"Undead transformation, have you abandoned the Holy Light you once believed in, and finally degenerated into a lich?"

Hearing this, Salman shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's true that I no longer believe in the Holy Light, but I haven't fallen to the point of corruption."

As he spoke, Salman opened his jaw and let out a strange, cackle. The man in the black robe who heard the laughter felt a chill and a little uneasy.

"I did study the magic of the dead, and I found this type of magic very interesting. I also created some new magics, and I'm happy to experiment with you."

Hearing this, the man in black robe once again distanced himself from Salman, and while being on guard against a sudden attack from him, he began to chant magic.

Although he couldn't hear what the other person was muttering, Salman could tell that the man in black should be a wizard, and he was a low- to mid-level wizard who didn't know how to construct magic circuits and could only chant step by step.

As Salman raised his hand, a magic circle lit up above his bony palm.

The next moment, the man in black robe was enveloped by magic power.

But the man in black robe, who didn't feel that he was being attacked, was confused, but he didn't stop chanting.

However, in the next second, the man in black robe suddenly felt a burning pain in his mouth, which made him subconsciously stop chanting magic.

Not believing in evil, he tried again.

But then the burning pain in the mouth became more intense, and the gums also began to swell and ache.

This is the [Mouth Ulcer Technique] and [Gum Inflammation Technique] that Salman created using the unique negative magic of the undead magic. It can be said to be the nemesis of mages who need to chant magic.

Listening to Salman's strange cackling laughter, even though the black-robed man's tongue, mouth and gums were all broken and bleeding due to mouth ulcers and inflammation, he still insisted on chanting magic.

However, due to his slurred speech, he was unable to guide his magic power correctly, and in the end, the [Explosive Fire Technique] he wanted to release only released a flame that was not much bigger than the flame of a lighter.

Seeing this scene, Salman finally couldn't help it and slapped his thigh bone and laughed crazily.

"Haha! I'm dying of laughter! Hahaha..."

Salman raised his hands and tapped, releasing dozens of his own spells instantly.

Magic spells like appendicitis surgery, kidney stone surgery, gallstone surgery, enteritis surgery, hemorrhoid surgery, etc., which were almost fatally painful, were all thrown at the man in black robe. Perhaps the lightest one here was the impotence surgery.

However, Salman was still not satisfied and performed several magic tricks in a row.

The man in black robe had no intention of fighting with Salman anymore, because he suddenly felt the urge to urinate and defecate.

As the saying goes, if you hold your pee, you can travel a thousand miles, but if you hold your poop, you can't take a single step.

The man in black robe now tightened his legs, feeling that he would be exposed from behind soon.

Not wanting to piss and shit all over the place, he glared at Salman with gritted teeth.

"Just wait! I will flatten this place! I will grind all your bones into powder and mix them into the manure pit."

Without giving Salman a chance to stop him, the man in black robe, who could no longer bear it, tore the teleportation scroll in his hand into pieces and disappeared from here in an instant.