My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 153: Undead Monastery

"Now that I think about it, we were never meant to kill the Arch Lich. That’s what most Ascenders do—they just keep him alive and use him as an unlimited source generation machine."

"So why did we kill him?" Roselia asked, as Leon fell silent.

He looked away, scratching the back of his head. "We kind of… forgot due to the competition."

Everyone stared at him, their expressions ranging from shock to disbelief.

"Wow," Roman muttered, looking at Leon as if seeing him in a new light. "You’re usually the most rational one, yet now you’ve made such an obvious mistake."

Leon sighed, accepting the criticism. "Okay, fine. I got caught up in the moment and forgot the important part."

They finally stopped to process the situation.

"So, what should we expect now? You’re the one who read the quest description fully," Roselia asked.

Leon responded without hesitation. "Well, now we’ll have to fight ten Arch Liches and a Death Lich all at once. So… basically, eleven times the strength of the previous Arch Lich we just faced."

Everyone fell silent.

Then, simultaneously—

"WHAT?!"

"Hey, it also means eleven times the source generation," Leon added with a grin.

Everyone turned to him with deadpan expressions.

"That’s messed up," Roselia muttered.

"Can we even sustain our mana for a fight that long?" Milim asked, crossing her arms as Naval and Lilian also prepared themselves.

Leon smirked. "That’s the fun part, isn’t it?"

Roselia groaned. "I swear, sometimes you just want to make things harder on purpose."

Roman chuckled. "Well, no point complaining now. The moment they spawn, it’s all-out war."

The air grew tense as dark energy began to swirl around them. The ritual had already started—ten Arch Liches and the ominous Death Lich were about to make their grand entrance.

The ground trembled as dark energy coalesced into ten towering figures—each an Arch Lich, their skeletal forms draped in tattered, ancient robes, eyes burning with eerie green and violet flames. Hovering above them all was the Death Lich, an imposing figure clad in decayed ceremonial armor, an ominous staff in hand that radiated pure death.

The oppressive aura of their combined presence sent waves of necrotic energy through the air, making the battlefield feel suffocating.

"Alright, this just got a lot more interesting," Leon remarked, stretching his arms lazily.

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Milim rolled her eyes. "You say that like we’re not about to be buried under an endless wave of undead."

Naval twirled her rapier, her expression sharp. "Then we cut through them faster."

Lilian cracked her knuckles, dark flames licking at her gauntlets. "Or burn them all down before they can swarm."

Roselia leaned on her staff, golden and dark energy intertwining around her fingers. "And yet, none of us are actually fighting. We’re just here to watch."

Roman smirked. "Well, our summons are. Let’s see which of them survives this madness."

As they sat back, their powerful summons took the field.

Leon’s Golden Knight strode forward, shimmering like a divine warrior, drawing his radiant greatsword. On either side, the Blood Mage and Destruction Mage prepared devastating spells—one summoning torrents of crimson energy, the other wielding chaos-infused destruction magic.

Meanwhile, Milim’s Blood Grand Knight and Dark Grand Knight moved in tandem, their heavy armor gleaming ominously. The Blood Grand Knight let out a deep, guttural growl, while the Dark Grand Knight’s presence distorted the very air around him, as if reality itself recoiled from his existence.

Then, the battle erupted.

The Arch Liches raised their skeletal hands, summoning an endless tide of undead from the black mist swirling around them. The battlefield became a chaotic storm of magic, steel, and destruction as the summoned warriors clashed against the overwhelming forces.

"This should be fun," Leon muttered, sipping from a conjured drink as explosions and spells illuminated the battlefield before them.

The battlefield turned into a storm of chaos, spells, and steel as Leon’s and Milim’s summons tore through the endless waves of undead. Explosions of dark magic and golden radiance clashed, illuminating the eerie ruins with flashes of power.

The Golden Knight was a beacon amidst the darkness, cleaving through skeletal warriors with effortless precision. Every swing of his radiant greatsword left golden arcs of energy, shattering dozens of undead at once. The sheer force of his attacks left craters in the ground.

The Blood Mage, standing behind him, raised his hands, and crimson energy pulsed like a living entity. Rivers of blood surged forth, engulfing the enemies. Every undead that touched it was drained instantly, their bodies crumbling into dust as the Blood Mage absorbed their life essence. Continue your adventure at novelbuddy

The Destruction Mage, on the other hand, operated with terrifying precision. With a flick of his fingers, unstable orbs of chaotic energy formed in the air before launching like meteors. Each impact resulted in massive explosions, tearing apart hordes of undead, sending their bones flying in all directions.

Milim’s Blood Grand Knight was a different kind of terror. Unlike the Golden Knight, he didn’t simply cut through his enemies—he devoured them. His blade absorbed the blood of every fallen foe, growing stronger with each kill. His strikes became faster, heavier, more brutal, until he was nothing but a crimson whirlwind, leaving nothing but silence in his wake.

Beside him, the Dark Grand Knight moved like a shadow given form. Where the Blood Grand Knight was raw power, the Dark Grand Knight was death itself. His blade did not cut flesh—it severed souls. Every enemy struck by his weapon let out an ear-piercing wail before vanishing into oblivion. He danced through the battlefield, untouchable, his very presence corroding the enemies around him.

At the back, the Death Lich and his ten Arch Liches observed the battle. Their hollow eyes flickered as they chanted in an ancient, forgotten language. The sky darkened further as thick clouds of death energy gathered above, forming a vortex of pure necrotic power.

Milim frowned. "They’re getting serious."

Naval adjusted her grip on her rapier. "They weren’t serious before?"

Lilian smirked, flames flickering between her fingers. "Guess that means the real fight is about to begin."

Roselia leaned on her staff, golden and dark energy crackling around her. "Do we still sit this one out, or do we step in?"

Leon sighed, swirling his drink. "We wait. Let’s see how long our summons can last before we need to step in. This is still just a warm-up, after all."

As if responding to his words, the Death Lich raised his staff, and the ground itself trembled. From beneath the battlefield, colossal skeletal warriors, each over ten meters tall, began to rise.