This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 195 - 182 The Most Handsome Paladin on the

Chapter 195: Chapter 182: The Most Handsome Paladin on the Continent

Chapter 195 -182: The Most Handsome Paladin on the Continent

Light would be slightly distorted at this crevice, but the effect was more subtle than dust, nearly invisible without close inspection.

“Seventeen hundred years have passed, finally revealing a sliver of a gap in this seal. Without destiny’s guidance to narrow the search, it would have been impossible to find. Impressive, Arthur Laine! Truly worthy of the legend who slew the Magic Dragon.”

Amberser tried to sense it with magic, but to little avail.

This was merely a crevice formed by the seal’s damage, not a method left for later generations to unravel.

The original Arthur Laine hadn’t intended for it to be found; hence, the seal was like a lock designed without a key from the beginning, devoid of a conventional method to unseal it.

Amberser could resort to brute force to dismantle it.

Holy Light and Dark Magic Power were incompatible, like water and fire; using Dark Magic to corrode the seal would undoubtedly weaken its power, thus breaking it open.

And this seemed to be the only method.

Amberser wasn’t worried that the seal contained any self-destruct mechanism that would damage the Divine Artifact or transport it into the void upon forcible dismantling.

If the original Arthur Laine could have destroyed the artifact, he wouldn’t have thought of sealing it. If he could have initially cast the artifact into the unfathomable Chaos Void, then he wouldn’t have considered sealing it either.

Hence, it could be deduced that the seal lacked the aforementioned two effects; it was just very camouflaged, extremely so.

Since the contents inside were safe, Amberser didn’t have time for finesse; a direct, forceful breach was in order.

Dark Magic flowed into the crevice, finer than a hair strand, reacting violently with the Holy Light maintaining the seal, as sparks began to erupt from the air.

As the crack widened, dazzling Holy Light shot forth, nearly piercing through Amberser’s head.

Amberser had to hold up a Mage Shield to block it; no sooner had the shield withstood the assault of Holy Light, did the light start to coalesce as if alive, forming a humanoid shape.

“Celestial Warrior! By the God of Alchemy above, is it really that fierce?!”

Using Holy Light to form a body, invoking the soldiers under the command of the Lord of the Dawn to inhabit it, striking down the wicked enemies.

No sooner had the Celestial Warrior appeared than its longsword was already slicing towards Amberser.

Nothing was more evil than a Lich, so the Celestial Warrior immediately lunged at Amberser.

Amberser sighed, thankful he had switched back to his mithril body upon coming ashore.

Dual blades sprung from his arms, catching the Celestial Warrior’s Holy Light Longsword and effortlessly shattering it.

The blades that emerged from Amberser’s arms carried a Magic-Breaking Effect; Holy Light was just a special kind of magical energy. Included in the inheritance from Katherine was the method to create Magic-Breaking Weapons, a power from the Legendary Grace.

This warrior, created entirely from Holy Light, meant to entirely dominate the Undead, was now countered by Amberser’s Magic-Breaking Blades. It only took a few simple strikes to chop up its body, and the disrupted Holy Light dissipated reluctantly.

Looking back, it was fortunate that the battle with the Elf Tribe never escalated, otherwise a mage like Amberser would have been utterly suppressed.

Having dispatched the Celestial Warrior, the seal was still unbroken, merely draining some of the Holy Light’s power inside.

Amberser could only marvel at the formidable strength of Laine’s Founding Emperor.

Magic was not necessarily more powerful the older it was, unless some great calamity caused a break in the lineage. Mages focus on intelligence, and through their efforts, newer magic tends to be simpler, stronger, and less resource-intensive.

This seal from over seventeen hundred years ago was tremendously powerful, not because of its intricate design, but because the caster himself was exceptionally strong.

“He must have already been at a demigod level before he even slew the Magic Dragon, right? He was just over thirty then, right? Truly, comparisons can drive one to despair.”

That’s the unfair nature of the world; some people live for centuries and are just mediocre legendaries, while others reach demigod status at thirty. Some believe they are invincible after a lifetime of battles, only to be hopelessly beaten by a greenhorn when they step outside.

In this world, there’s no rule that says living longer makes one more powerful.

Reflecting on the Founding Emperor’s might, Amberser continued to press on, channeling more Dark Magic into the crevice, clashing with Holy Light amidst crackling sounds.

The hair-sized gap was expanding, and with Amberser’s effort, it soon became the size of a toothpick.

Seeing hope, Amberser was about to increase his power to let Fury Tide Kingdom realize the opportunity to open this seal before.

However, the Holy Light inside suddenly became violent. Sensing something amiss, Amberser promptly retreated tens of meters.

A pristine halo exploded, akin to a sun detonation, reducing dozens of meters around to scorched earth.

“What is this thing?!”

Amberser was taken aback; this Holy Light was different from before, unimaginably potent.

If he hadn’t dodged quickly, that light would have been enough to inflict severe damage on him.

Before Amberser could grasp what had happened, a translucent figure drifted out from the gap. It was a handsome middle-aged man who seemed to be in his early thirties, with blond hair and blue eyes, decked in heavy silver-white armor.

This appearance… it seemed familiar… where had he seen it before?

After a moment of recollection, Amberser quickly remembered where he had seen it—Laine Imperial Capital.

Although he had not been able to leave the teleportation circle, he saw those huge sculptures around, apart from the statue of the Lord of the Dawn, there were many reliefs that looked exactly like this middle-aged man.

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“Arthur Laine?!” Amberser exclaimed this trembling name.

The translucent figure heard Amberser’s words and showed a puzzled expression.

To Amberser’s surprise, Arthur Laine didn’t immediately start shouting and attacking him; instead, he asked in confusion, “You are a lich, right? I’m quite certain I don’t know you, if I had seen a lich with mechanical structure, I’d definitely not forget. But no, you’re not mistaken, I am Arthur Laine, the continent’s most handsome paladin, and that’s without equal!”

Amberser: …

Is this the personality of the founding emperor of the Laine Empire? So shameless.

This apparition of Arthur Laine seemed very talkative and said to Amberser, “So, Mister or Miss Lich, would you please abandon the greed in your heart and allow this divine artifact to remain sealed? You have no idea how important this artifact is, once the seal is broken, even the undead will have trouble.”

Amberser dared not make any rash movements, although the apparition before him was certainly not Arthur Laine himself, the pressure it gave Amberser was by no means small; it felt just like the Silvermoon Knight had made him feel.

This guy, dangerously so!

Amberser tried to sense with his perception, and a few seconds later, he said in surprise, “Emperor Laine, this is… your soul?”

Arthur Laine corrected him seriously, “It’s a heroic spirit! The soul of a paladin must be a heroic spirit, please do not get it wrong. And why do you call me ‘Your Majesty’?”

“Heroic spirit…” Amberser was so shocked he couldn’t find the words to speak.

Amberser was an absolute expert on the soul, his sensing could not be wrong, the phantasm of Arthur Laine before him was a complete soul.

But that was illogical, after killing the Magic Dragon Tyrant, Arthur Laine lived for over a century, how could his soul possibly be inside this seal?

If he really was Arthur Laine, how could he not know the Magic Dragon Tyrant was already dead, and why mention that the appearance of the divine artifact would bring danger?

Too chaotic, what exactly happened seventeen hundred years ago?

If Arthur Laine used his own soul to seal the artifact, then who was it that killed the Magic Dragon Tyrant? Why did the previous Elven King not know about this, and if he did, why didn’t he warn him? Could it be that he wanted to trap him to death and then wash his hands of the debt?

Many thoughts passed through Amberser’s mind, but now was not the time to consider this, the commotion here was big and would soon attract the attention of the Fury Tide Kingdom. He had to get the artifact first, other things could wait.

“Emperor Laine… no, Arthur, can we make a deal? Lend me the artifact inside, I promise to return it after I’m done,” Amberser negotiated with the heroic spirit of Arthur Laine.

Arthur Laine said firmly, “Impossible, please dismiss that thought. Once the artifact leaves this barrier, that cruel tyrant will sense the location of the artifact. No one can catch up to the speed of the Time Dragon, and if he gets his hands on the artifact again, everything is finished. But don’t worry, I will be able to create a new world; in that world, even the undead will have their own place to live. Please wait patiently, everything will get better.”

Amberser really wanted to curse: I don’t believe you for a second!

The Laine Empire’s persecution of the Undead is countless. Not to mention the Undead, the Dwarf Kingdom is nearly destroyed; other races are being oppressed by Laine to the brink of extinction. Who would believe the words of a racial supremacist like you?

However, the power of the School of Prophecy told Amberser that this Heroic Spirit was speaking the truth.

By the God of Alchemy above, was Arthur Laine not a racist in history?!

Amberser felt that the amount of information he received in just a few sentences was wilder than all the unofficial histories he had heard in his life combined.

No, that’s not the issue here, Amberser hastily said, “Arthur, the Magic Dragon Tyrant is already dead, you’ve accomplished your goal, and the Dragon Race has already been expelled overseas.”

Upon hearing Amberser’s words, Arthur Laine showed a look of surprise: “The Tyrant… is already dead? How much time has passed?”

Amberser sincerely said, “Seventeen hundred years, it’s been seventeen hundred years. Arthur, you’ve completed the great feat of slaying the Magic Dragon Tyrant, you are the Founding Emperor of the Laine Empire, you are the legend of legends, the entire continent sings praises of your epic deeds. Therefore, this Divine Artifact has long lost its master. Please lend it to me, I need this artifact to save a human.”

Arthur Laine seemed shocked by this sudden news, and it took him a while to say, “I… succeeded? The Tyrant, is really dead?!”

Amberser hurriedly said, “Yes, you’re the one who chopped off the Magic Dragon’s head.”

“Are people still singing of my heroic deeds?” Arthur Laine asked.

Amberser continued, “Of course, you are the ever-enduring protagonist of stories on the continent. Operas modeled after you have been revised countless times.”

Arthur Laine then asked, “Could you recite a couple of verses for me to hear?”

“Well… I don’t usually pay much attention to poetry. I remember a few lines, ‘The Holy King dons the dawn, his longsword fells the wicked dragon’… something like that,” Amberser recited casually, as he indeed had little interest in such matters.

Arthur Laine laughed and said, “Your poem is as bad as a Goblin’s writing, made up on the spot, right? It seems you have no talent as a Bard.”

Brilliant Holy Light emanated from Arthur Laine’s body as he drew an ethereal longsword from his waist, with Holy Light swirling around it like blazing flames.

The dazzling light made Amberser’s magic power boil within him, a strong sense of impending doom telling him that he couldn’t take this blow, or he would definitely die.

Clenching the longsword, Arthur Laine said to Amberser, “You’re actually sent by the Tyrant, aren’t you, trying to deceive me and take away this artifact. Give up. It doesn’t matter if It’s been seventeen hundred years or eighteen thousand years. As long as I exist for one day, I will not let anyone take away this artifact!”

Amberser sighed and said helplessly, “Emperor Laine, I’ve actually always regarded you as an idol, especially since I was once a human too.”

Having said that, Amberser immediately opened his personal space.

“Captain Aige! It’s your turn to make a move!”