How do you actually kill a lich? The reason is simple, the existence of the Lich is an anomaly that breaks the law of life and death, and its existence is even more bizarre than that of ordinary undead. It has been said that the Lich has a lifebox, and it is impossible to actually kill the Lich without breaking it. It is also said that the lich is immortal, and that killing in the eyes of the world only temporarily disperses them back into the shadows, and that they will one day accumulate enough strength to break out of the darkness and return to the world again. After all, for the undead, the line between existence and disappearance is difficult for outsiders to say. However, there is a way to truly destroy the Lich, and it is the only way that the Bishop of the Grey Tower can give his students, which is to destroy the soul.

The pure white world, with neither upper nor lower, seems to have lost all its properties and becomes nothingness here. In this world where the distance and size cannot be determined, there are two people standing, or floating, after all, there is no land under their feet, but their feet appear to be standing on the ground. They are, of course, cheese and lich, and it's worth mentioning that even in this world, the lich is still in the form of a skeleton, and the humanoid appearance made up of the dark blue flames in reality may just be an afterimage of its memory.

"Where is this, what have you done?" the lich's voice was still hollow, but the astonishment in his words was palpable.

Cheese smiled, and he opened his arms to the enemy and said, "Welcome to my heart, my soul space. How's it going, isn't it, it's clean?" Naturally, the inner world of a normal person will not be a blank space, but should be filled with chaotic thoughts and a few clear memories like Kolanty, but the gray-robed mage has shielded all this with a spell, and this is not so much his heart, but the cage he has prepared for a long time, just waiting for the moment when the opponent relaxes, he can lock the fierce beast in his chest.

"Soul space? good, good. The lich was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that as a spellcaster, especially an immortal, it was not under the knowledge of the soul. It is precisely because of this that it quickly realizes how dangerous and crazy it is to bring a hostile soul into the depths of its own psyche, and it calms down once again. "So, this is your death struggle, pull me into your heart, and then, what are you going to do, scare me to death?"

Indeed, in this purely illusory space, although the soul is not protected by the body, it is equally difficult for the pure spirit to harm each other. After all, Cheese is still very sober now, and the soul space that is as dangerous as Colandy at the time of the collapse cannot be created by subjective consciousness. "No, of course not. The mage shook his head, "The reason I went to great lengths to pull you in was to make sure our conversation wouldn't be overheard by a third person. ”

The lich was silent for a while, and it realized that it really didn't understand the gray-robed wizard a little. "Do you think that in this case there is still a need for us to talk to each other? Mr. Cheese, you are already a turtle in an urn, a meat on the board, what capital do you have to talk to me? If you ask for mercy, then you don't have to, I hope you don't make me more disappointed in the gray-robed mage. ”

"Beg for mercy? No, it's you who should beg for mercy. Cheese's smile vanished, and he lowered his head slightly with a nonchalant expression. "I'll admit, the power you exerted did scare me. I didn't expect that you, who were powerless in the environment of the Iron Castle, could condense such a large amount of energy in a short period of time after being seriously injured in such a serious situation. But at what cost? The Edwards family has limited resources to provide you, not to mention that not all of them believe in you, so how much will you have to pay in exchange for defeating me this time?"

"Heh, that's not something you should care about. Judging by the results so far, whatever I give, it's worth it. The lich replied.

The mage was amused, and he laughed exaggeratedly, and it took a long time for him to stop. "Is it worth it, you call it worth it! Do you really think the broker will keep the promise he made to you?" Cheese wasn't sure if the lich and the broker had anything to do with each other, and he didn't even realize that his old rival had survived as much as he did after defeating the Ghoul King. However, this does not prevent the mage from using this as a bargaining chip, who allows all the forces gathered in this kingdom to have the shadow of a broker behind them?

"How do you know that name...", and sure enough, after Cheese uttered the word broker, the lich immediately wavered. But the wavering didn't last long, "But what if you know, if I were you, I would have run as far as I could have since since known I was standing against Him." You simply don't understand how much that being has an impact on the world, young wizard. ”

"Yes, it sounds like you know a lot about the broker, but how can you be sure which of us is on the opposite side of him?" As Roland has said, each time, he arrives before some bad situation spreads, and keeps the damage he brings within a limited limit. It's like the security mechanism, its own existence has made the development of the various forces involved in this incident still in balance, and the threat of the gray-robed mage makes everyone involved in the incident feel related, and can only operate according to the script that has been written long ago.

Cheese's words worked, and the lich spent a lot of energy during this time, even on the basis of regaining strength, to get to know the Grey robe. It did come to the same conclusion as the mage had said. This made the lich feel a long-lost fear, was it calculated? Was it all the broker's plan? The confusion of thoughts was directly expressed in the appearance of the soul in this mental space, and some black spots began to appear on the skeleton that burned with blue flames. But that's the end of the impact, it's impossible to kill a lich with words alone. "Hehe, I almost fell in love with you, Mr. Cheese. Even if you're right, you're playing the role of a scavenger in this plague. But what does that mean? You've already lost, and even if it's the broker's calculations, it's He who is counting you. What does it do to me?"

"You can't say that. The Lich is indeed an existence that is not easy to kill, and the gray-robed mage is the same. I guess you should know what happened to my titular fiancée, Corandy, who should have died, but she's still alive. That's enough to tell, isn't it?" Cheese sneered at his face, as if mocking the other party's innocence, "As for what you just said about me, my mind is full of the same things as mortals. Have you ever thought that what if it was just my show, and that I did it all for the sake of this moment, as for the life and death of those mortals," the mage paused here, he had to convince himself to continue the lie, "I probably don't care. ”

The lich nodded, it could accept that, but that didn't mean it believed that Cheese was telling the truth. "Tell me about it, then, Mr. Cheese. You've set up such a big game, betrayed your peers who trusted you, just to have such an unmonitored conversation with me... What is your purpose?"

Cheese didn't answer directly, he paced behind the lich to prevent the other from seeing his expression, hoping to put pressure on the other party out of sight. "My purpose. He said, sounding unconcerned, "It might be easy to say." You know, we spellcasters don't care about money or fame, and that's something that only mortals will be interested in. And all I care about is knowledge. ”

"I don't think I have much knowledge to make a fool of myself in front of the grey-robed mage, unless, if you want to become a lich, then I can share some experience. ”

"No, no, no, you have, it's just that you don't realize it. There's always one thing I want to know, and I want to know," Cheese struggled to control his tone and tone, because he knew that the success or failure of the scene would be revealed in the next sentence. "I want to know the truth about the riddle I couldn't solve on my own, the rat-man plague. That's right, I just want its stock solution. ”