The Lich is an extremely rare mage-like subclass, and is not even a mage class anymore. A magician who has accidentally lost his body, or whose body has aged to the extreme, can choose to completely abandon his body and become an independent spirit existence through an evil transformation ritual if he has a strong spiritual power that can restrain his soul from dissipating.

As long as the spiritual power can bind the soul, the lich can continue to exist, and the lifespan can be extended several times in comparison. In addition, as a spirit creature, the Lich is immune to almost all physical damage, does not need to eat or rest, and does not feel tired, and has various advantages such as mobile spell casting and chanting bonuses, and can even challenge opponents of a higher rank than himself.

It sounds wonderful, but the vast majority of magicians don't choose this path.

For to choose the Lich is to choose the constant depravity and the eternal indetachment of the soul.

Unable to eat, the Lich lost his body, and basically everything that he could enjoy as a human being, and could only maintain and increase his mental strength by squirming and absorbing other living beings through evil raids.

And, in order to be able to survive, they have to do it.

Even if they can endure all this, those magicians who want to prolong their lives and continue to explore the ultimate mysteries of magic will basically not choose to become lichs, because as a type of necromantic creature, the lich can only release spells above the upper level of the necromantic system, and even those that he is good at, they can no longer release spells above the high level.

These lichs, because of the impurity caused by devouring too much other people's spiritual power, often lose the opportunity to advance again, and even no longer be able to bind their souls, and gradually degenerate into evil spirits that can only rely on tyrannical instincts.

But after all, he couldn't resist the temptation of eternal life, even if he was once the pinnacle of legend. In the end, I chose this path that left no room for anything.

While Auguste and the "Tree of Life" were fighting below, leaving Illopin, who was just unconscious, aside, the three of them quickly and hurriedly searched for clues of August's "life box" in the tower. The three of them did not dare to show their heads to look at it, for fear of arousing August's alarm.

"What the hell is the 'life box'?" Allegri asked, following the elven girl.

"It must be a small box, or how about the name?" the girl was not sure. He was rummaging through the wooden frame next to the tower wall, and shook his head when he heard the words, "I don't know what to do." ”

"'Life Box' is a general term that retains the most sinister breath of life before the transformation of the Lich, and it is not necessarily a box," Dios suddenly interjected, "but it must not be too big, and it exudes a strong evil aura, it cannot be placed in such an obvious place." ”

"How do you know Lu Dao?" the girl glanced at the resolute-looking man in surprise. Lichs are not a common creature.

"Yes, I forgot about you," Allegri nodded, and began to observe the floor and tower for hidden mechanisms, smiling, "yes, the most familiar with the habits of fish must be the fisherman." ”

"Fisherman?" the girl shook her head suspiciously, and began to probe in the other direction.

"Even if not right now. It used to be ......," Allegri looked around carefully, shaking his head helplessly. Turning his head to look at Dios, he saw that he was standing aside, looking at Idashir outside the tower from afar.

"What's wrong?" he wondered.

"Look, look. It was the first time Allegri had seen him so confused, and his voice trembled a little as he pointed to the distance, and hurriedly stood up. Look out.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, the stars were thinning, the moonlight was still so pure, and the whole city of Idashir seemed quiet and serene.

Except for the streets and alleys, the heads that gradually converged. One head after another suddenly levitated, opened their closed eyes, and flew towards the green tower with a hideous face.

A whole city, the black crushed heads gathered like the tide of the sea, and opened their mouths, revealing their white teeth. They levitate, fly, fly towards the heart of the city, their faces full of hatred and despair.

With such a bizarre and strange scene, it is no wonder that even Dios is shocked.

The elf girl next to her let out a low cry and took a step back, this was the first time that the brave and decisive girl showed a look of fear. On the contrary, Allegri was surprisingly calm, he took a deep breath to suppress the fear in his heart, and said in a low voice, "Don't look, how do you know that Lu Dao is not controlled by August, if he wins back, what will we do?"

Dios nodded, and the girl also froze, frowning and thinking, but her uncertain face still revealed that she was not at peace in her heart.

"There is no other possibility, Auguste must have hidden the 'life box' on the ninth floor of the 'Green Tower', and we don't see any signs of his transfer just now," the girl muttered, "There is no other place safer than the ninth-story 'Green Tower'." ”

A terrible scream rang out, and the flying heads had reached the bottom of the tower, and began to attack with a piercing scream.

"We're not going to be eaten by them, are we?" the girl's face winced, and this way of dying was not at all in line with her ideals.

The head was flying, the scream was piercing, and August's voice could no longer be heard.

Above the "Green Tower", the three of them were as earth-colored as they were waiting for the imminent demise.

In the silence, Allegri suddenly asked, "When you flew here on the dragon eagle, did you count the first floor?"

"What do you mean?" the girl was a little puzzled.

"I don't think you were in that mood at the time," Allegri shook his head, suddenly looked up at the top of the hall, and said slowly, "It's night, I didn't think about it just now, you think, a lich, a necromantic creature, one of the most sun-hating beings, would he inhabit this hall with light everywhere?"

"You mean?" Dios also looked up at the top of the hall, a little stunned.

"You've also seen that the ninth floor of Teacher Herseus's magic tower is just a small secret room," Allegri said flatly, "We are blinded by our own thoughts, this is not the top floor of the 'Green Tower'!"

He suddenly pointed to the top of the hall, a few small black round holes, "The lich is a spirit creature, he can store his body here, and then enter the upper floor through those small round holes." ”

While the girl was still thinking, Dios nodded, and moved through the shelves with Allegri, placing them one by one, and gradually approaching the top of the hall.

In the midst of his surging energy, Dios slashed at the top of the hall with one sword after another, trying to carve out a hole.

The girl leaned aside vigilantly, monitoring the movement outside the tower, her face still a little pale.

Finally, the hole was big enough to barely pass through, and Allegri stepped on Dios's shoulder and slipped into it with his help.

In the darkness, Allegri snapped a flame in his hand, illuminating the small chamber.

Allegri glanced at it hastily, smiling as he swept most of the contents of the bookshelf into the "Nilbergen?Soul Box". He avoided the sarcophagus in the middle of the chamber, which was supposed to be August's resting place, and walked to the table at the end of the chamber, where the pen and ink had condensed together, and the dust covered the table, and a crystal clear, high-waisted crystal bottle was placed aside.

A turquoise mass of air, swirling endlessly in the bottle, exuding a beautiful and varied sheen, but Allegri could feel a deep evil aura hidden within.

This small bottle with a literary atmosphere should be Auguste's "life box".

Next to the crystal bottle, there is a half-spread diary, and a miniature version of the tower model, which should be the control hub of the "Green Tower".

Although Augustil was a little embarrassed, he should still be alive, and Allegri did not dare to rush to snatch control of the "Green Tower", and reached out to pick up August's "life box" to hold him hostage.

He was a little careless.

The moment he touched the crystal bottle, the evil and powerful spiritual power fluctuations suddenly erupted.

A gray mist erupted and enveloped the entire chamber, and Allegri felt that it was dark before his eyes.

But he didn't pass out.

Powerful spiritual power tentacles probed into the sea of his soul, and the purple-red flames rippled like a sea, burning them out in just an instant. Herseus shouted in confusion, "Who dares to attack Grandpa me?"

"Where are you dead, teacher?" Allegri said angrily, picking up the crystal bottle and walking towards the hole.

"I've cut myself off a space to think," Herseus snorted, "so I don't have to be disturbed by your messy trivialities." ”

"Do you know how long it's been since the Enlightenment?" Allegri said helplessly.

"Does the concept of time mean anything to me?" Herseus snorted, his attention quickly shifting, "Huh, 'life box'?"

"Do you know the 'life box'?" Allegri wondered.

"Nonsense, I was very skilled in necromancy back then, and when I was about to die, I hesitated for a long time between the lich and the machine spirit," Herseus sighed, "Which junior was so brave that he chose this path of no return?"

"I'm afraid he's your senior. As soon as Allegri slipped down and nodded at Dios and the maiden, he saw a cloud of gray smoke rush up the tower, and he stopped chatting with Herseus.

His body had been completely abandoned, the gray smoke writhing, and the shadow was enough to see August, but it was clear that he had no more magical avatar left.

"Good, good," vaguely saw his cold eyes, he stared firmly at the crystal bottle in Allegri's hand, and snorted coldly, "You will definitely regret it." ”

"Scared, do you think you'll be great if you know the 'Six-Vein Divine Sword'?" Allegri held the crystal bottle in his left hand, and with a raging flame on one finger of his right hand, he looked at Auguste with a hippie smile and said, "Do you want to try my 'One Yang Finger'?" (to be continued......

PS: (Double more, the writing is not very good, please forgive me)