Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

As befits an object that enables a living being to reach the realm of immortality, the artifact box has a unique corner unlike general magic tools or magical powers.

To pick one of the most notable differences, it would be an example of something completely different being woven like a dense weave on the stem of magic that was clearly connected to the lich.

The wizards who studied this hypothesized that something close to life force, and furthermore, the soul, had an effect on magic. It is interpreted that it is close to a structure that maintains the main body of a lich by constantly sending magic and vitality toward the lich from the artifact box, which can be said to be the source of its power.

As a result, although the relic box itself can be said to be a product of magic, the power emitted from the relic box is not magic, but rather a kind of natural phenomenon.

Just as it is impossible to cut a hundred blades against water, if Eldmia swings her sword against magic, the magic that has been completed eventually flows in its own flow like flowing water.

This means that there is no way to do anything other than physically destroy magic tools or magically cancel spells unless you can completely control the mana scattered like air in nature and cut space.

Efforts may not give equal results to everyone, but it is the world’s rule that if a person with savvy puts in effort, the corresponding results come out. The effort, the lich who sold his soul and learned magic worked very hard. That’s it.

“You’re not very welcome, Mr. Richie. Why don’t you have a cup of tea and wait until we make your reliquary worthless?”

I wish more time had passed like this.

Even if 10 years, at least 5 more years have passed.

The lich, who had shrunk and moved silently for a long time incomparable to other liches, polished himself metallurgically, perhaps even becoming a lich that reached the realm of transcendence and gained notoriety in the world.

The human race is nothing more than a sacrifice to increase his army, and the birth of a ferocious monster that even the demons cannot even think of unless they prepare for a large-scale subjugation.

In a story that has almost reached such an end, a change occurs.

If it is the principle of the world that the effort put forth by the talented person is expressed as the result corresponding to it, it is also the principle of the world that no matter how long and hard the effort is, there is a possibility that it will collapse like a sandcastle in front of the waves due to sudden misfortune or change.

Richie had a vague feeling that the fate that befell him now might be such a worst outcome. It was said that it flew seriously, but what Lich considered important was only the unknown means of finding out the location of his reliquary at once.

It is a reliquary built so solidly that even I can’t remember how long it took me to complete it. I dared to assert myself that although there might be countless beings in the world who could completely neutralize it, I could confidently say that there would be only a handful of beings who could neutralize it in such a short amount of time that I couldn’t even respond.

Like piled up dust, like soot burned for a long time, like the deposited impurities of a swamp, the complex and thick reliquary was the pride and pride of the lich. I could say for sure that I threw away my mortal fate for this.

How could I have imagined that some madman would come out of nowhere and physically destroy the fruit he had accumulated through an unknown force.

[[Get your hands off my reliquary immediately!!]]

Emotions, anger that I thought I had forgotten a long time ago, flare up with the momentum to devour my mind and soul. Along with the torrent of emotions, the magic of the whole area fluctuates according to the gesture of the lich and the mysterious chant.

It was a process in which the lich, who had lived for hundreds of years, had devoted his life to making his realm respond to spells. A word made up of concepts outside the realm of mortals completes the flame, and the movement of the bones that shake hands and crackle prepares a large-scale magic instead of a staff.

The ground, which had been covered with soggy soil and rotten plants until just now, wriggled to raise the undead up, and dark clouds began to hang in the sky, as if they were trying to manipulate the climate. Every action of the lich is magic. A state of transcendence that can

only be

seen by those who have cast off the shackles of mortality through magic…

convenience of…

“Looks like it’s not only lacking in elegance, it’s also lacking in basics.”

Emmett shook his head after confirming the spells Rich was building. Seeing this, the demons, who were called voluntary taxpayers along with Carl Kansi, opened their eyes wide as if they wanted to see all the crazy old people in the world, but Emmit didn’t care.

“If you were really a lich capable of multiple chanting like this, the magic would have poured out right away.”

Multiple chanting is completed in the realm of instinct, not the realm of cognition. The skill the lich showed was sufficiently surprising, but in the end it was only a process of stacking up dozens of spells alternately and step by step at an incredibly fast pace.

If you don’t know it, it’s like all the magic is completed at the same time, but from the point of view of knowing it, you can’t help but feel like a superficial. If he had completed one more magic in that time, he would have completed at least one attack that would hinder Eldmia.

“Magic is neither omnipotent nor miraculous. If you try to imitate such things, the level of perfection will fall. Well, let’s pay for this class with that relic.”

Emmet’s wand moved to show that from the moment the dragons of the past passed on its power to the present, magic has been a product of reason, intellect, and calculation.

Emmet was in no hurry, even though large-scale magic was being completed moment by moment, which seemed to change the terrain of the surrounding area at any moment.

It analyzes the risk of the magic the lich is casting, prioritizes it, and back-calculates to separate what can be counterattacked and what can’t.

Just by planting a sabotage spell, magic that collapses at once is quickly dealt with, and for complex magic that is not, anticipates the next spell to follow a few steps ahead and conflicts with it to create another spell to scatter magic and lay it in advance.

[[What?]]

Words and spells to clarify his thoughts and add solidity to his spells flowed nonstop from Emmet’s mouth, and the wand placed a series of magic-made numbers in the air in perfect order. This result shocked Richie.

All magic, helplessly, collapsed.

[[No, I can’t do this! I can’t do this!]]

Rich doesn’t just sit still. From the moment Emmet raised his wand, Richie was doing his best to counter Emmet’s attempted dispel. He hurriedly made four more skeleton hands, possessed a ghost, borrowed two more voices, concocted a spell, and responded to Emmet’s spell.

Nevertheless, the magic breaks down. From that appearance, the lich recalled the high-ranking mages that existed a long time ago.

Wizards who treated themselves as trash for not going through the regular process. Wizards who denied the genius they had accumulated independently and compared them to a sandcastle. Tired old people who valued the basics and talked about them. Even the hypocrites who sent compassionate eyes asking why they didn’t listen to them when they were blocked by a wall and couldn’t advance further.

The moment the ghosts of the past, who had now been sacrificed and disappeared by the hands of the lich, suddenly surfaced on the surface of the memory, the lich’s mind exploded.

[[Anyway, it’s all over!!]]

Anger eats up Rich’s reason, and the eaten reason starts to confuse past memories with the present. It was around that time that red light, reminiscent of ruby, began to flicker in the eye sockets, which were already filled with only bones and black darkness.

The spells that came out of the lich’s mouth grew more grotesque and ceased to be words, and the six skeletal arms twitched wildly. The dark clouds in the sky disappear and the flames rage wildly, but there is no sign of extinguishing.

Still, it was a sight that someone who didn’t know would think that the lich was shaking.

“Mr. Emmet! Cheer up a little more! That’s going to taste good soon!”

Carl Kansi, excited by this, stepped on the corpse slowly digging up the soil and shouted, but Emmet’s face went into a convulsive spasm.

It’s true that the lich is acting like he’s gone, but that doesn’t mean his magic is weakening. Rather, the situation was more urgent than just before. It was because what could be called a fight between the same wizards was about to end abruptly and the realm of a mud fight was about to begin.

What the lich was doing now was close to forcibly resolving the insufficient defects and problems of the technique by pouring a huge amount of magic power. The problem was that even if his opponent died soon, he was a lich, and Emmet, no matter how brilliant a wizard, was a living, breathing demon.

No matter how good you are at dispelling and how talented you are at using the opponent’s magic against you, you cannot face the rolling waves with only water in a water cup. The only consolation is that no matter how rich you are, if you abuse your mana like that, it’s certain that something will be damaged and greatly weakened later on?

The problem was… until then, you had to hold on, not someone else.

The fact that he might even have to repeat this action nine more times suddenly dawned on Emmett, and he regained his senses in a chilling feeling.

Opportunities are always in crisis, so

this was an opportunity to earn big.