Chapter 806 - 817 The Principle of Lich
"The one battling it should be a high priest of Milko..." Lancelot touched his chin, "Even such a person couldn’t completely destroy the Lich?"
"A Lich is first and foremost a high-ranking spellcaster, then an undead being. If a legendary Kobold spellcaster stood before you, would you underestimate it just because it’s a Kobold?" Cranvo reminded gently, "Also, if I’m not mistaken, that would have been during the Saint’s Cataclysm, when divine arts were lost; it was already quite an achievement for that priest to win. But for a Lich, being killed and being destroyed are not necessarily the same."
"I’ve also heard some information about Liches... When they are killed, their souls don’t leave the current plane but return to a special device to be resurrected?"
"Yes, they use a phylactery to bind their souls. If they die, the Lich’s soul returns to the phylactery instead of drifting to the outer planes. The phylactery prepares a new body for the Lich within days. In theory, any kind of body works, but undead bodies are the safest choice."
"Thank you for your explanation, my lord." Lancelot nodded politely and respectfully, then turned back to the princess, "There’s a troubling situation now. To enter this chamber, we might have inadvertently helped Peyton Derrick regain his strength. Please don’t show that expression, you are absolutely safe here because the great Lord of Death is personally overseeing... But we still need to defeat Peyton to lift the curse from this land. Do you have any suggestions or anything that might help us win?"
"Defeat Peyton..." The princess’s pale face showed a sarcastic smile, "I once thought I was his weakness, but it seems he has overcome that weakness. He even laughed and said he wanted to open the coffin and take a part of my corpse as a keepsake, right after I clearly refused to be his queen."
"I feel like I know someone with a similar perversion..." Bruto frowned, "Who was it..."
"The one who brought us here." Alamir reminded, "The Lord of the Oasis Fort, Necrophiliac Molo... I’m really sorry, madam, I mean no offense..."
"It’s alright; I am indeed a corpse."
"Nonetheless, you still look quite stunning."