I, Lich, Can Raise a Dragon [Western Fantasy] - Chapter 19

Before the people in the sub-temple realized what was going on, they enjoyed the treatment of a free hot bath.

Correct it, it is a magma bath that can wash people away.

Not long after, a figure escaped from the bunker.

The dark robes of the Necromancer are particularly conspicuous in the snow, looking down from their perspective, like a group of rats that have been blasted out of the sewer, in groups, running around.

Sarros mocked coldly: “A bunch of trash.”

“After all, there are only a few wizards who can teleport instantly.” Sang Ni sighed: “However, it is indeed a waste.”

Undead spells are suspected of opportunism in a sense, not relying entirely on the magic power of the mage, so the threshold is much lower.

As a result, the Dark Vatican has a lot of fish in troubled waters, and there is no self-knowing fool.

“If it is not your own power, it will never be your own.” Long said indifferently.

Tharos didn’t say much, regardless of the distance of hundreds of meters from the ground, he jumped off the dragon’s back.

Sang Ni saw him accurately land in front of an escaped necromancer, and cut off his head with a sword.

The splattered blood is extremely bright on the snow.

She slid down to the ground and stood up after the dragon stopped, raised her staff, countless black shadows flew out from the end of the staff, and finally turned into a black barrier around the bunker, sealing all the way out. Now, even if she can use it Teleported remotely, they couldn’t escape either.

Looking at the necromancers who rushed here without stopping the car for a while, she smiled and greeted gently: “Are you okay?”

They maintained a look of astonishment and fear, wrapped in black shadows and turned into dust.

“I think you are not very good.” She couldn’t help feeling the joy of killing.

Sang Ni does not engage in sitting and angering, but with the exception of the Dark Vatican.

After all, when they ignored her pleading ten years ago and killed her two stupid, kind-hearted foster parents and shed their blood, together with the human blood sacrifices of that village to refine undead creatures, she didn’t care about this. Have mercy.

She is never kind.

Saros held the epee in his hand, and was able to deal with a few undead creatures. The dragon spit out a fire from time to time and burned to death several people who tried to break through the shadows. Erie Weier stayed under his wings to avoid being accidentally injured. Watching the hunt indifferently.

The difference is that the prey of the year became a hunter.

Thank the Dark Vatican for its careful cultivation and tireless death.

The result of the difference in strength is too large and does not need to be restrained. Most of the necromancers and their undead creatures can’t resist even one move and they die. The original battle has become a unilateral “slaughter.”

However, the few people still maintained their rationality, leaving a key to life.

After the last death knight of the bishop of the sub-temple was unable to move anymore by Tharos with a few swords and an adult club, a few of them tacitly eliminated the people at hand and surrounded him.

Sombra swallowed the staff in his hand, cutting off the possibility of his final resistance.

“What the **** are you?” the bishop shouted hysterically.

The aura of death in Sannyis and Tharos was well concealed by alchemy products. In his eyes, they were high-level mages and swordsmen, terrifying in strength and knew the dark Vatican well.

They even brought a dragon!

Sang Ni looked at the middle-aged man dominated by fear, and smiled slightly: “Don’t panic… We just have a bit of new and old hatred with the main hall to deal with, what can you do for us?”

“I don’t know anything!” The bishop of the branch hall shouted hysterically: “I have never participated in the main hall thing!”

lie.

All the affairs of the branch hall are to please the main hall. After all, most of the time, only the main hall has the power to shelter them.

“I know, I know.” Sang Ni smiled and soothed: “It’s okay, I leave you just to give you a chance.”

“I, I can call the people from the main hall.” He said tremblingly: “Let me go, I really don’t know anything!”

He really didn’t know when the main hall provoke these lunatics!

“I thought you could take us directly to the main hall.” Sang Ni pressed his staff against his forehead with regret.

The bishop of the branch hall was about to lie on the ground: “Main hall, I don’t know the location of the main hall… Don’t kill me!”

Sang Ni snorted softly and didn’t let go: “Then you are sure that the people from the main hall will come over?”

“I…” He hesitated. He knew that the main hall would not necessarily send someone to rescue him, but he had no choice: “I’m sure! I can use the communication crystal to ask for help from the main hall! I know the deputy bishop of the main hall!”

“Then call it.” Sang Ni looked at him with interest.

The bishop of the branch hall gritted his teeth and took out the communication crystal to inject magic power.

After an exceptionally long minute, the crystal lit up, and the other party responded to his communication.

“Lerian branch temple for help!” He gasped for breath, feeling the joy of life from desperation: “Master Sero, I need you—”

Yu Sheng’s smile after the catastrophe was distorted and solidified on his face forever.

The black flame sprang up quietly, instantly burning the crystal and his body to ashes.

“Sannyis?” Sarros was a little puzzled.

Isn’t it about attracting people from the main hall?

“Long line to catch the big fish, the hatred value must be stabilized.” Sang Ni retracted the flame: “This is the first one. Even if the main hall knows how to manage, it will not send overly important people.”

Anyone who came here might have died after knowing their identities. After all, the end of the second main hall was there.

“The most important thing is that it’s too obvious this time.” Sang Ni explained: “It is clear that the people from the main hall will come… They are not all fools.”

For example, the Thurro mentioned earlier was a bit worse than Xitan, but it was also a troublesome guy.

“Go to the next branch?” Sarros asked.

Sang Ni nodded and walked to Long: “Let’s go, next one.”

In the third main hall of the Dark Vatican, Vice Bishop Thro looked at the dim communication crystal indifferently.

Communication is interrupted and the crystal is destroyed.

Ten percent of the opponent has been wiped out, and it is very likely that the entire Lerian branch hall is gone.

It is strange that there has been no encirclement and suppression of the Holy See of Light recently, but this is not like the work of the mercenary group. As for the imperial army…this is not in the scope of consideration.

Who can destroy a sub-temple at such a fast speed?

Even if Lelian is a trash, there are hidden magic circles and a few high-level undead creatures in the sub-temple.

“Master Thurro, what’s the trouble with you?” A gentle voice sounded, and a handsome young man walked over here with a smile on his face.

“Something happened to one of the branch halls.” Thurro said flatly: “Master Xitan, what did you gain from going to the Elf Sanctuary this time?”

“It’s very regrettable.” Xitan looked helpless: “I met an old person, and I was delayed for a while.”

“I hope you have a good reason to explain to the cardinal.” Thurro sneered indifferently.

Xitan didn’t care: “Of course, I have explained it. Your Excellency has assigned me a new task. I’m here to say goodbye.”

“What mission?” Thurro frowned. He subconsciously felt that there was a problem, but he couldn’t tell: “You only returned to the Holy See half a month ago.”

“Sorry, forgive me for not being able to go into details.” Saitam said regretfully, “I can’t live up to the bishop’s trust in me.”

Thurro: “…” pretend, you go on pretending.

There are three deputy bishops in the third main hall, Duolin, Xitan, and his own Thurro. Among them, Xitan is the youngest, but inexplicably the most respected. In these years, he has been pitted by Xitan.

“Then, I’ll leave first.” Xitam didn’t mind his silence, and gracefully leaned behind him and disappeared into his sight.

Thurro felt more weird.

Based on his understanding of Xitan over the years, the other party left so fast, it seemed that he was avoiding something.

what exactly is it?

He didn’t have an answer for a while.

Reminiscent of a sub-temple destroyed just now, his face changed slightly.

Isn’t it the one he thinks?

Thurro’s cold sweat fell on the spot.

When the news of the Second Main Hall came through a few months ago, few people believed it to be true, because although Lehman was not very gregarious, he was the strongest. How could he just die like this?

Until they sent someone to confirm.

The location that used to be the bunker seemed to have been ploughed all over, surrounded by various broken corpses and bones. After the magical retracing, it was obvious that the magical power fluctuations left by several high-level forbidden curses could be seen.

The corpse of Lehmand, the former Bishop of the Second Main Hall, had begun to decay.

And his disciple Sannyis was missing.

At first they thought that this place was raided by the Druid tribe or the Holy See of Light. Sannyis was mostly dead, but there was no trace of light magic and natural magic at the scene…

Only the magical fluctuations of Sanny Yisi and Lehmand were at the scene.

Who moved the hand is clear at a glance.

Although the Dark Vatican has always had the tradition of killing the bishop and succeeding to the throne, few have truly succeeded. After all, those who can sit in the main hall are all powerful and cunning old monsters.

The most important thing is that Sanny Yisi did not stay to succeed, but left directly! At first everyone thought she was hiding to heal her wounds, but after a long time had not heard of her, they determined that Sanny Is not interested in succession at all.

There was nowhere to vent the anger of the other two main hall bishops, but in the end they didn’t have the guts to provoke her again.

After all, they were not sure how Leimand died, nor how strong Sannyis was, and whether he would retaliate against the other main halls.

It’s dying now. Isn’t a second main hall not enough for her to vent her anger? Where did their third main hall provoke her?

Thurro thought for a while, and decided to go to the bishop and request an assignment from abroad.

Can’t afford to offend, he can afford to hide.

As for telling other people about this speculation… Oh, it was an accident to run one, who would let her vent her anger?

I’m sorry, Your Excellency. He meditated in his heart.

At this time he didn’t know that the one who dragged the entire third main hall to suffer was the one who ran away first.

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