Chapter 452 - Modified Dungeon
The Lich.
Unlike the Necromancer, the Lich had entered the Legendary stage and wasn’t a presence that any ordinary human could defeat. Furthermore, the Country of Darkness was the spawn location of the Liches. There were a total of 13 Liches in the Country of Darkness and these Liches formed the Undead Council of the “Spirit Chaser” Family. Although from a certain perspective, Liches were considered the evolved form of Necromancers, there was a decisive difference between them.
There was a strangely complex emotion, mashed with doubts and insecurities, filling Rhode’s heart.
The dungeon had been modified.
Although Rhode was mentally prepared that game and real life wouldn’t be exactly the same, he felt oddly perturbed when the differences occurred right before his eyes. Although the difficulty of the Castel Plateau Ruins dungeon would change based on whether the players had completed the pre-mission, the final BOSS of this dungeon would still be the Necromancer no matter what, and not the Lich.
It wasn’t the rising of the final BOSS’s level that Rhode was most concerned about. After all, he had no intention of clearing the Castel Plateau Ruins mission by himself. Although the Lich was powerful, it was still lacking against the likes of Gillian. Instead, it was another matter—the changes.
Why did the Necromancer turn into a Lich? Although in the original dungeon, the level of the Necromancer was close to becoming a Lich, it never made a breakthrough. Furthermore, if there was a small probability of the Necromancer evolving into the Lich, why wasn’t Rhode aware of this probability even when tens of thousands of players had cleared this dungeon beforehand? If there really was this small probability, there must be at least one or two teams of players that had encountered the Lich before.
What exactly is going on? Is this the difference between real life and the game?
Rhode once again gazed at the Lich dubiously. Its eyes, hidden under the pitch-black robe, were filled with negative energy. Although they weren’t as glaring as the Necromancer’s, there was a disturbing and bone-chilling aura emanating from it. Yes, a power that was gained after presenting one’s spirit to the undead and evil. Moreover, Rhode sensed a layer of dark halo around it. It was the pressuring aura that every Lich possessed. It seems like this hovering figure isn’t my hallucination. If this isn’t just a strange plot twist, perhaps things will get worse in the future.
At this moment, the Lich’s irritable laughter once again sounded. “Heh heh heh… How’s that? This is a touching goodbye, right? Shouldn’t you people react with a little more emotion? It’s not right to stand there like idiots… Go on, my lovely pets, let them feel your enthusiasm!”
The two undead mercenaries widened their mouths to reveal razor-sharp teeth and a pale, ghastly tongue before darting towards Metzel like mad dogs.
“S-Stop!” Metzel raised his sword but his mind was blank. Although they are already dead and these are only their corpses, can I really do it? Metzel wavered as he gazed at his ex-companions.
“Metzel!” Shirley shrieked in horror as she reached out for two flying daggers from her waist and flung out swiftly. In an instant, the flying daggers struck their foreheads. However, this aggravated them as they sprung in the air and revealed their razor-sharp claws.
“Heyah…!” A steel shield whizzed from the side and smashed into one of the undead creatures like a boulder.
The undead creature crashed to its companion and in an instant, both of them landed heavily on the side. Anne rushed in front of Metzel and Shirley with her shield. “What are you two standing there for? Get ready to fight!”
“Eh?” Metzel and Shirley were still in a state of shock. Then, they felt a sudden, powerful gust of wind.