Chapter 850 - 827: Unbelievable
In Lancelot’s arsenal, in terms of sharpness, Starlight Strike undeniably holds the champion’s title, followed by the Sword of Zariel in second place, while Frostslash, enhanced by the Qingyuan Sword Technique, only ranks third, and there’s still a significant gap between it and the top two.
However, Liches are not known for their robust armor or extraordinary life force. Any of these weapons are more than sufficient to deal with such foes, assuming you can actually strike their body. That assumption was precisely why Lancelot was willing to take the gamble—Peyton Derrick could not have imagined anything that could threaten its core from such a distance. Even if it did, it would be impossible for him to react in time.
In fact, the Lich did have some protective spells and magical items, but due to Lancelot unleashing the power of the Anti-Magic Stone, all of the Lich’s ’precautionary measures’ lost their effectiveness (while Lancelot’s own transformation state remained unaffected because it was not magic-based).
He guessed correctly. As the sword tip pierced into the Lich’s face, which looked like that of a dried-up zombie, that was what Lancelot thought.
But right at that moment, what he thought impossible happened. Lancelot clearly saw that just before the longsword could completely penetrate the Lich’s skull, three different colored magical auras simultaneously appeared on the Lich’s body. The first aura infused a massive amount of negative energy into the Lich, which is equivalent to life force for undead creatures; the second magical aura created a semi-transparent protective barrier around the Lich, pushing Lancelot’s longsword out; the third magical aura opened a portal at a perfect size behind the Lich, as if a great mouth appearing out of thin air, swallowing Peyton Derrick instantly, and then disappearing without a trace.
Lancelot watched in disbelief at the spot where the enemy had just been; now it was empty. He had so many questions to ask. The Lich had definitely not made any casting movements. Even if the opponent had the ability to cast spells silently like Tijana, it was impossible to cast three spells of significant level simultaneously. More importantly, he had clearly activated the Anti-Magic Stone, and the Lich was undoubtedly within the range of the Magic Net’s disruption, so why could he still cast spells and escape from an utterly hopeless situation?
Unfortunately, no matter how hard it was to accept, the facts were the facts. The sudden roar pulled Lancelot’s thoughts back to reality; he now had to face the consequences of failure—he was now in the center of an undead army numbering over ten thousand. Moreover, because their master was still alive somewhere, these undead did not perish and remained perfectly intact where they stood.
From the perspective of his companions on the city walls, the distant mass of corpses bubbled like hot oil into which water drops had been poured. All the undead soldiers moved almost simultaneously, recklessly charging towards the towering Barlow Flame Demon.
Flames and sword light burst forth violently. Lancelot, as if surrounded by hyenas, instantly shredded all enemies within a fifteen-foot radius. However, there were simply too many enemies around him, and these undead soldiers, devoid of self-awareness, knew no fear. The body of the Barlow Flame Demon seemed like a powerful magnet, attracting countless broken metal fragments in the form of skeletons and zombies that swarmed all over the Flame Demon’s body in an instant.
Although they would be incinerated into ash within a few breaths, there would be more of their kind pressing down on top of them before that. If Lancelot were a true Barlow Flame Demon, or at least could maintain the form of a Barlow Flame Demon for longer, he would still have a chance to escape this storm.
Unfortunately, none of those assumptions were true.
"We must help him!"