Chapter 884: Revised - 861 Did it Succeed?
The death of the Lich awakened Lancelot as if from a dream, the fog in his eyes gradually dissipating. His once flawless thoughts now seemed absurd and ridiculous, as if a painting real enough to be true was actually a crude imitation done in crayon.
As he stared in a daze, the Lich’s body began to disintegrate, turning into flying ashes like burned wood. However, beneath those blackish-brown ashes, another figure emerged, like a nut wrapped beneath chocolate. This was a thin, sinister-looking human male, not much taller than little Isa, with skin as pale as chalk and pitch-black pupils filled with a terrifying madness that could make anyone reconsider opposing the owner of those eyes.
Still, the person appeared dizzy, as if he had just been hit on the back of the head with a blunt object. Before Lancelot and little Isa could react to this sudden change, the Trident floating beside the human knight suddenly shot out like an arrow, the tines spreading wide like the jaws of a snake, swallowing the man whole.
It was then that Lancelot finally came to his senses, realizing who the person just swallowed by the Trident might be — the Lord of Lies, Xirei, though it was of course not his true body, merely an avatar descended upon this Demon’s Domain.
He quickly grabbed the Trident, not daring to probe the weapon he had created with his divine sense, only roughly sensing the state of the Trident to confirm that there were no signs of anything amiss.
Because Lancelot had used Shadow Jump to directly teleport to the enemy’s center, almost no one besides himself and little Isa saw what happened here — except for the sharp-sighted Elf Priest and another divine being present. They both showed expressions of surprise. Even the Raven Queen, who had guessed this might happen, did not foresee such a development.
(Sleep now, fix the typos in the morning, everyone come back by noon tomorrow)
Fortunately, the situation Lancelot encountered last time after fighting the Lich did not recur. The undead soldiers around him had no intention of surrounding him, nor did they display any instinctual hostility towards the living, which relieved his companions who had been watching him closely. They quickly realized that not only the undead soldiers around Lancelot, but all the necromantic creatures under the Lich’s command had stopped moving. The scene became even more eerie, as in some ways, the standing still corpses were more terrifying than moving ones.
"Is it over?" Bruto nervously asked Alamir, "It looks like it’s over, right?"