Chapter 778 – Guardian of the Dungeon
The colleagues who watched the battle scene of Seong-il with interest gradually begin pouring out powerful magic attacks toward King Kishar VII, perhaps to end this boring fight.
“You bastard, you bastard. Did you feel good when you thought about stealing my secret art? You bastard.”
Seongil lightly neutralizes all kinds of evil flames, cold air, and hydrochloric acid storms sprayed by King Kishar VII with the power of the time domain and Arunrabe, and then slowly approaches Kishar VII as if pressuring him.
As a master of magic, Demilich Kishar VII tries hard to harm Seongil while struggling to block the waves of other colleagues pouring on him.
『Fucking mortal bastard!!』
“What are you saying. The creation of the world I made.
Laughing at Kishar VII, who dared to call himself the creator of the game world, as a mortal, Seong-il wields Arunlabe at his magic shield.
Aaaaa…!!
A banshee’s terrifying scream as the evil lich’s soul defense magic rips through. However, after preventing the black scream containing powerful anti-magic power from reaching the owner, it cuts off the breath of the shield. As much of the demilich’s defensive magic was neutralized, the archmages of other worlds around him mercilessly poured out other types of magic all at once towards Kishar VII.
『Kwaaaaa!!!』
Although the jeweled bone itself had the power to defend against great magic, the powerful magic poured out by the great wizards of each world gnawed away at the demilich’s magic resistance and inflicted terrible pain on Kishar VII’s body and soul.
“You bastard. Did you believe in this kind of skill and be cocky?”
Seong-il approaches the now incapacitated lich and mocks him while raising Arunrabe. Threatened by the bloody momentum of the sword, King Kishar VII desperately threatens Seongil and tries to escape the crisis somehow.
『If you harm me, his apostle, he will personally come to you and lead you to ruin!!』
“They told me to come. But they couldn’t come? And even if they did, it would be a problem. There’s a game master.”
Seong-il, who lightly laughs at King Kishar VII, who threatens him, inserts Arunrabe into his arm that shines like a black jewel.
『Kwaaaaa!!』
Normally, he wouldn’t feel pain from these physical attacks because all pain was blocked, but the attack Seongil tried through Arunrabe was not a simple physical attack, but an attack that had the effect of piercing the opponent’s soul, so Kishar VII became a lich. Thousands of years after reconciliation, I feel terrible pain in my body and scream.
“Stop!! Stop!! Aaaaah!! Aww!!』
The terrible physical pain felt for the first time in the position of Kishar VII, who was born as the emperor of the Mado Empire and lived a life that had never felt pain. He loses his composure at this ridiculous pain and begins howling like the lowest slave.
『Save me!! If so, I will tell you where the gold and silver treasures collected by the old magic empire are hidden!!”
“Where do you use that stuff, you bastard? The customs fee will come out more. I even have an infinite jewelry bag, and I can make it like this if needed.”
After cutting off the demilich’s left arm, Seong-il uses reality manipulation in front of him as if mocking him to make some beautiful jewels and start floating them in front of his eyes.
King Kishar VII, who saw Seong-il create real things with magic, is astonished at his power and more servilely seeks mercy from Seong-il than before.
『That… In that case!! I… I will bring all the artifacts and magic books I have collected and dedicate them!! Aww!! Stop!!!”
Despite Demilich’s pleas, Seong-il seems to be bothered and begins to carefully cut off his limbs one by one. It’s been a while since I’ve been working on taking my anger out on him and letting go of my strength. At some point, the demilich floats in the air, with only ruby eyes remaining on the obsidian skull overflowing with evil power.
“Can’t we just shove Arunrabe through this guy’s skull?”
“Anyway? Since your sword has the power to damage your immortality, sticking it through his head isn’t a good idea. Even if there is a reliquary, he will perish forever because of its authority.”
When Dracolich calmly explains the characteristics of Arunrabe, Demilich, who has been listening to all the stories, continues to ask for mercy or negotiate with Seongil with a frightened expression.
『Kwaaaaak… I… I will give you my all… Please…!!』
Seong-il completely ignores the creature’s cry, and in order to test his ability to respond, he precisely swings the Arunlabe and cuts out the skull little by little so as not to damage the demilich’s soul.
“Please!! Please!!”
『You have quite a talent for torture, don’t you?』
Watching the terrifying Demilich scream, the Dracolich tells Seongil his impressions with a sad expression. Perhaps frightened by the reaction of those around him, King Kishar VII earnestly begs for mercy.
“Are you really going to give everything?”
“Of course!! What do you want!! Stop!! Aww!!』
As Seong-il pretended to negotiate, and tortured Seong-il again by cutting out his own skull, King Kishar VII cried out in pain and earnestly asked Seong-il what he wanted.
“Where is your phylactery?”
『That… Why is that?』
“Well, it’s obvious that you’re going to make a mess. You have to secure the reliquary at this time so you won’t be cocky.”
『…』
Even if you suffer and die here, if you are lucky, you may be able to be reborn in the phylactery without losing your life to that terrifying holy sword, but if you surrender to Seongil and hand over the phylactery, your real life will be at an end. The demilich desperately endures the pain and will never divulge the location of the reliquary.
“Are you going to keep going like this?”
『Negotiation… Let’s negotiate!! I will give you all the goods you want…!!』
“You want me to give you the reliquary?”
No matter how much he fears pain, he is not stupid enough to succumb to the pain and give him the reliquary, so the demilich desperately tries to keep quiet about the reliquary.
『Hmm… You’re enduring well. Just kill me slowly.”
“Eh? Is that okay?”
Seong-il is puzzled by Dracolich’s words, since if Arunlabe is fatally wounded, the essence itself will be damaged, and the demilich will die instantly regardless of whether or not the reliquary is present.
“Just don’t cut too hard. Just like now, you can kill it by splitting the skull little by little.”
Even Ruchel tells Seong-il to cut him down. However, it is not a one-hit cut. He says to slowly dry him to death as he does now.
“Oh, can’t it be…?”
Sensing something about their request, Seong-il realizes that Dracolich and Ruchel are collecting something after setting up a strange magic circle around them.
‘…Is it the soul of a demilich?’
Seong-il is very interested when souls that could never normally gather suddenly gather in a magic circle. Perhaps feeling the curiosity of such a holy day, the Dracolich looked at the dying Demilich and explained the situation.
『Originally, the soul was supposed to be scattered and returned to the reliquary, but… Maybe this place isn’t in its dimension, so the soul couldn’t return to the reliquary. That’s why I’m gathering the souls of those who are scattered here.”
Originally, the soul of a lich could never be captured in such a form, but since the place where he is currently located is reality, it seems that this anomaly has occurred. Because of this, Seongil kills the demilich slowly and painfully without worrying about the disappearance of the demilich.
“Whoa… It’s almost over.”
When the soul is completely drained, leaving behind the crumbling skeleton, Seong-il approached the strangely shaped soul flasks and asked Irakorn.
“Are you going to interrogate that soul to get information?”
“Huh? It’s just essence. It cannot be resurrected unless you use the power of the reliquary.』
“Huh?”
Unsure of how to track down the lich’s reliquary if resurrection is impossible, Seong-il asks the Draco Rich why did he bother to kill the Demilich?
『Ah, I already thought of a way for that.』
The dracolich walks to the now dusty remains of the lich, picks up some of the artifacts he left behind, and hands them to Seong-il.
Pajik…!! Pajijik…!!
Artifacts that seem to be overloaded under the pressure of the dimensional interface, perhaps because they were brought without paying customs duties. Perhaps because it was not an ordinary item, but an unusual item used by King Kishar VII, the artifact did not break and seemed to barely withstand the pressure of the dimensional interface.
『Do you remember how he pretended to make a life-and-death decision with you and tried to escape?』
“Sure.”
『He didn’t just use an ordinary spell, he was trying to use the magic imprinted in this hall.』
Irakorn wasn’t just a demilich trying to escape with a spell. He explains that he tried to escape from this place through a powerful dimensional artifact.
