The monster, which was made from a combination of a lich's soul shard and maggots, pulled out a spell book.

The otherworldly soul's question almost blurted out, it was too abrupt, but it quickly remembered that the lich had called this monster a maggot mage, and since it was a mage, it could cast spells, which was not surprising.

The once undead counted the time, and the maggot mage who used a lich's soul fragment as the source of condensation was that its body was amorphous and could be reborn many times - there must be many fresh corpses here, maggots and worms piled up, it was arguably immune to most physical attacks, and it was equally capable of casting spells, some of which were extremely eerie and disgusting, and were not limited by spell gestures.

And just before the lich could finish his next spell, his foe suddenly "stood", a height higher than Cremar, and it condescendedly "watched" at the black-haired half-human, twisting and circling from side to side, looking for signs of weakness and fear—the myriad maggots that had cemented its body arched, they were forcibly gathered and entwined by the fragments, the countless maggots were crushed out of their juice and entrails, and the yellow and green pus was squeezed out of the gaps in the tiny gray-white body— If it were to be said to otherworldly souls, it couldn't be more disgusting. But the facts quickly denied this misjudgment, and the bug suddenly collapsed and collapsed, revealing a face that would be a nightmare even in the Endless Abyss.

The soul of the other world could not find the right words to describe the face in its incomplete memory, and the face was not entirely made up of maggots - if that were the case, it would not have been too shocked if it had seen too much of the protein-rich little bug, the problem was that it still retained part of the structure of the human face, that is, from the lower part of the bridge of the nose, the shape and color of which were still visible although it was rotten, and the mutated purple-black tongue protruded from the jagged teeth. If you could concentrate, you could see the base of the tongue bulging like a ball, the only muscles left on the cheeks to pull the jawbone, the remaining skin like cracked and peeling moss from the dirt walls, and a few black caverns in it—in the semicircular bowl-shaped skull, the white, shaking mass was not a brain, but maggots, which climbed on top of each other, and fell from those black holes from time to time.

This is a type of attack mage that belongs exclusively to maggot mages. If it were dealing with a person who had no understanding of how it behaved, even a mage, such an attack would have caused him/her to be literally stunned, but unfortunately it was facing a kind of person who had studied most evil creatures thoroughly, so its head-scratching gesture was useless, as the Lich lowered his head the moment he saw the maggots scattered, and completed his spell.

It was a simple spell, and droplets of water fell from the sky all over the room, seeping into the cracks of the maggots. Then white smoke rose from those cracks.

The otherworldly soul didn't know if the maggot mage would feel pain, but it was certain that the horrible monster had fallen into a fury, and though it couldn't roar loudly, it threw a flame that shook the walls. The flames were leaden gray, and they fell to the wall, and the insects that flew and crawled there immediately froze, and then fell into a pale powder.

The lich, who had already shifted his position, continued to cast a second spell. A swarm of snake-like blue-white electricity followed the trail left by the water into the maggot mage's interior, and exploded violently inside, and the maggots burst out in all directions in a spectacular explosion. Wherever they landed, Ziz silently revealed one or more small scorched black holes—the maggot mage, stripped of his coat, thin, almost discerning the silhouette of a humanoid, holding out his finger and pointing at the lich, a light like blood congealed struck the corner of his white robes, which dimmed after a brief moment of light, but he was unharmed other than that.

The Lich repeated the previous spell, and the mist enveloped the maggot mage, curling up violently, and the maggot's entwined tentacles curled up with it, reminding the otherworldly soul of the earthworms doused in boiling water, and this attack made it lose its combat power** - after a camouflaged, better-than-nothing touch attack, the maggot mage shrunk its body to the thickness of a baby's arm, and hurriedly tried to escape through an imperceptible hole.

At this time, its former kind put their hands on the wall, turning the stones in that place into mud and sand, and the next moment the spell was removed, and the re-condensed rock crushed the maggot mage's body into unrecognizable and reconstituted pieces.

A transparent black shadow slowly emerged from the blue-gray rock, and its mouth opened wide as if it were about to utter one last incantation.

The Lich's spell put an end to its last struggle.

- It's over, said the lich.

- What did you add to the water?

- Yes, the lich says that pure positive energy is a powerful poison for this monster condensed from negative energy, but it is better not to use it in front of others, if you don't want to kill them.

After saying this, he quickly entered the state of distraction again, but this time he only cast a harmless spell, a black leather bag the size of the palm of his hand, tied with an ordinary leather rope, and the lich carried it out of the room, which was connected to two large rooms, although it had been corroded and shattered, but it could still be seen how luxurious and terrifying it was— Especially the bookshelf that covered the three walls, their brackets were human hand bones, and the brackets were the flat ribs of the giant, on which were spells depicted with Mithril, and those pale phalanges would stick out and scratch frantically when someone approached, but the books on them had been burned, and the chests, lockers, and wand and staff holders in the room were empty, and it seemed that the white robes were not as useless and stupid as the lich had speculated.

The lich stood in the middle of the room, holding down the spell book he had snatched from the maggot mage, memorizing the spells in them, chanting incantations over and over again, the sounds of a night eagle crying or a woman's scream, and some mutilated golems crawling out with spiders, scorpions, and ground stinging worms to interfere with his experiments, but the undead were always patient, even if they were once undead. Even though he had to skip some spells that were bound to fail, he managed to try out the secret words left by the hapless lich.

The new tunnel leads to the Lich's lab, which is also in shambles, but the White Robes didn't burn it, perhaps because the Lich had set up spells here, and they only selectively took a few tools, many of which were still left here. The lich walked around, throwing into the bag things that the spirits of the other world couldn't see at all, some of them were just pieces of metal, some of them looked like pieces of leather. Others are alive, kept in clear crystal crates or bottles, disguised and hidden in very hidden places, and I don't know how the lich found out.

But truth be told, the souls of the other world don't think that there is anything here that can overturn a nation in an instant, upswing a plane, or even destroy and create a god.

The lich closed the room as he left, and there were several winding lines outside the room. Dark and eerie corridors. The former undead brightened up a little around him, twisted up a pinch of powder, and sprinkled it on the ground, watching for a slight wind to pass through it. The change in powder was minimal, but it was enough for him, and he made his way along one of the corridors that connected several rooms that had been used as prisons. When he reached the end, a solid iron door blocked his way.

The former undead made a gesture to make the door transparent. He stood behind the door, peeking out, or rather down.

Behind the door, there was only a narrow stone block that could only accommodate one person to stand on one foot, and above, to the left and right, and below the stone was a cold and terrible void, which was connected to a vertical cone-shaped karst cave, and those test dregs or captives that were no longer needed would be sent here and pushed down directly, saving the tomb and keeping the underground palace clean.

The bottom of the cave should be dark and stagnant, but now it is not, there are torches burning around it, the light of the flames is as cold and ethereal as the maggot mage throws, and there are no bones to be seen on the ground of the cave, only a huge magic circle- If a human mage were to walk along the edge of the circle, he would need to walk a full half block (half an hour) through the circle of intricate crimson lines, the junctions of which were inlaid with gems of great power, and the powder of Adamantite Mithril depicted all sorts of subtle spells in the lines.

In the center of the circle was a monster - it had a body similar to that of a human but more than three times larger, its chest and back covered in scales, its tail like that of a dragon, and its face could even be described as handsome, but its golden eyes burned with evil flames.

The white bats, who had preded on humans and animals, attacked adults, and brought fear to the peaceful village, hung silently from the top of the cave, covering the entire ceiling of the cave.

- What's that?

- A hybrid of dragons and demons, says the lich.

He was about to undo the spell, but the spirit of the other world suddenly screamed, and the lich was glad that the sound of the sea could not be transmitted to reality, and looked for something that had alarmed it—he saw Kerryben, Berdwin, Glenn, and Memey.

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The team led by the elves also started from the swamp, after all, they couldn't find any valuable clues otherwise, and even Kerryben's Ji Zhen almost fell in the poisonous mist.

But Kerry was an elf, and even the plants in the swamp were his most powerful companions, and with their help and traction, they also found the end of the swamp, but the other one that the non-master Cremar had found, and they might have passed the mage a few miles away, and went in the other direction, during which they encountered many tricky monsters, but no enemies as difficult as the maggot mage, although Glenn and Memmy were still injured, and Kerry had given them a healing potion, and he and Birdwin, who knew that such frequent use of healing potions was harmful to his healthThe problem is that they have no choice and no time to wait. As the level of bat attack increases, the fear of the humans in the village is almost at its peak, indicating that the altar is like a ripe fruit, ready to be picked at any time, and once it is activated, all life in the altar will wither at the same moment, from humans to elves, no one is spared.

Elf Kerry had found an extremely narrow passage, probably used to drain stagnant water, the passage was steep downward, and the walls were covered with tenacious moss-it was strange how they survived in the underground palaces ruled by the undead, but they did cause their team a lot of trouble- the elf was the first to go down, his hands supporting the walls, estimating the width of the passage, lest Berdwin get stuck— Tall, broad-shouldered, Berdwin was placed last, moving a little slower than Memmy, almost tentatively moving forward, and if he did get stuck, he could at least go back up, though with some difficulty.

Luckily, the most troublesome part was that the thief took out his adamantite dagger and dug a few pieces into the rock, causing Berdwin to squeeze through it in agony, and the former paladin always felt that the thieves were laughing and teasing him, because some places could be chiseled flat, but he still felt the sharp pain of being cut by the sharp stones.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after falling to the ground, and the elf summoned the plant to check the situation ahead for them, but what no one expected was that Meimi would actually trip over the branches of the plant stretching out everywhere, and when she fell, she wisely raised her hand and pressed her mouth instead of supporting it with her arm.

To everyone's horror, she did not fall to the ground, but continued to fall.

The thief reached out and grabbed her belt, but damn it, Reverend Flo's belt was always so easy to untie, and Memmy only stopped for a moment, then continued to fall.

Baldwin gritted her teeth until she was held firmly by an invisible hand, and Reverend Flo trembled silently, his eyes closed, his hands still not removed from his lips, and he did not make a sound the whole time.

The mage Cremar revealed not far away.

He raised his hand as if to make a gesture, but a voice stopped him.

"Welcome, my distinguished guests," said the bastard of dragons and demons. (To be continued......)

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