Sean looked at the flame in the old lich's hand with a complicated expression.

A pale flame on the tip of his right index finger, to be exact.

The old lich naturally showed no mercy to the projection of the dark prophet, and he fully demonstrated in front of Sean and others what a real lich would do when he encountered an enemy: he first completely imprisoned the space around the dark prophet so that it could not escape by escaping into the astral plane, and then restrained the opponent's ability to act with powerful spiritual coercion - that is a realm where even Sean and others can feel the endless cold.

Or rather, the Dead Domain.

At that moment, almost everyone heard a terrible cry, a fear born of extreme despair. People like Lancet and Sheena, who were not very strong, were directly shocked in this space that was like a death realm, and then fell into a coma.

And this qiē is still the old lich is already subconsciously deliberately controlled.

Sean couldn't imagine how many times the pressure and fear that the dark prophet on the opposing side would have to endure as much as theirs?

But the only thing they knew was that the Dark Prophet's face turned incredibly pale in an instant—especially as the old lich got closer to him. Then, as everyone watched, they saw the old lich stretch out a finger - the same finger that the old lich "lifted" the flame - and pointed it at the center of the dark prophet's brow, and the next moment an invisible flame burned on the dark prophet's body, followed by the terrible screams of the other party.

It seemed like it was just for a moment. The Dark Prophet's projected eyes became lifeless, and at this time, Sean heard the old lich spit, and seemed unusually dissatisfied. And then soon. The shadow of the Dark Prophet burned itself, eventually condensing into a pale flame.

When the old lich reined in the terrifying aura of the coercion, Sean and the others were able to resume their actions, and he soon began to check on the situation of Sheena and Lancet, and after making sure that the two were not in any danger to their lives, Sean breathed a sigh of relief. But when he turned his head to look at the old lich, his eyes were filled with a look of extreme fear. Because the strength that the old lich showed just now was much stronger than he imagined, and this was by no means the strength that the twelfth-order lich had.

At the beginning in the game. It's not like Shaun hasn't seen the video of the Ancient Lich running out of the Book Guild to tear down the dragon with his bare hands. Obviously, in terms of skill, that lich is more and more gorgeous than the old lich, and even the strength of the dark prophet and the dragon is not comparable, let alone judge the difference between the two lichs based on this. But I don't know why. When he saw the old lich burn the dark prophet's projection into such a flame in an instant, Sean's instinct told him that the ancient lich on the other side of the Scroll Society was no match for the old lich in front of him.

"This lich is terrible." Cecilia whispered, her voice already filled with fear.

Sean had rarely seen Cecilia look like this, or he hadn't seen Cecilia look like this since he brought the little girl home.

Met Sean's slightly puzzled gaze, Cecilia glanced at the old lich. Seeing that he didn't seem to have any plans to come over, he said a little quickly: "Just now he used a total of four abilities. The first is spatial confinement. This ability is not for space magic...... No, it should be said that only those who have a deep knowledge of the laws of space can exercise them; The second is mental deterrence, this magic is a great test of strength, and it is not surprising that the dark prophet will be deterred and limited in his ability to act, because it is indeed difficult to compare with a lich in terms of mental power. ”

Sean nodded approvingly.

The three most important factors that determine a mage's strength are magic, mental power, and analytical ability.

If you don't have a certain ability to analyze, then it is impossible to step into the realm of the Holy Realm, and if your ability to analyze is not good enough, then you will not be able to become a legend for the rest of your life; If you don't have strong spiritual power, then you can't control magic, and naturally you can't break through those shackles and climb to a higher realm, and you can't even maintain the mental power required to analyze the laws; As for magic, it's even more straightforward, it's a qiē of a magician, and you can't be a magician without that.

Lichs, on the other hand, are beings who have reached the level of authority in a certain aspect of the field of magical scholarship, and they are physically transformed in pursuit of more knowledge and cognition, not simply for the sake of eternal life. Therefore, in terms of magic power and analytical ability, they may only have the required basis for a certain strength realm, but in terms of spiritual power, they are definitely stronger than any normal magician.

It's not surprising that the Dark Prophet's psychic power will be completely suppressed by the Lich, and many mages will use their soul magic to protect them when facing the Lich.

It can only be said that the dark prophet was careless.

"But when the old lich reached out his finger to reach the Dark Prophet, he cast two spells in that instant." Cecilia continued, "The first is soul sucking, and the second is soul burning. …… If it weren't for the Dark Prophet's decisiveness, then even he himself would have turned into a corpse by now, and if it wasn't a corpse, it would be an empty shell. ”

"What do you mean?" Rottikabas asked curiously.

"This kind of thing...... Is it possible? Harding was shocked, "It's just a projection ......."

"There are many kinds of projections, but no matter which one they are, they will inevitably have a spiritual connection with the caster's body." Cecilia glanced at Harding, and then said, "Ordinary people can't capture the true essence of the projection through guò this way...... Speaking of this, Cecilia's gaze turned to look at the old lich again, and there was a deep horror in the depths of his eyes: "...... Not to mention directly harming the ontology, after all, this projection is not the same as the divine descent of the gods. However, not only did this lich do it, but it even tried to draw the soul of the dark prophet directly from the opposite side through the guò projection......"

"Boom." Before Cecilia could finish his sentence, the old lich suddenly let out a smug and excited laugh. "I'm getting more and more fond of you little one. …… Do you really not consider being my apprentice? I promise to make you a great magician......"

"Everyone knows exactly what happens when they become an apprentice to a lich." Harding didn't know where the courage came from. Suddenly stood up and said.

The Lich is a very special existence, because for them, all the creatures in this world are research materials, so from the moment they become the Lich's apprentices, it means that they are willing to be the research materials of the Lich by default. And what happens to become research material, people with a little brain can know it with a little thought, so whether it is active or passive. No one wants to be an apprentice to the Lich unless they can.

The old lich didn't say anything, just stared at Harding.

But this calm gaze was obviously more threatening than the old lich's angry or hideous remarks, for only a few seconds had passed. Harding's face turned pale. Sean stood in front of Harding at the right time, blocking the old lich's gaze on Harding, which finally alleviated Harding's almost breathless condition, but Sean saw a very subtle scene at this time.

Originally, the light emitted by the old lich was orange-red. This represents skepticism and scrutiny. But it is still largely neutral. But at this time, the light emitted by the old lich's body turned bright red, which indicated that the old lich already had some hostility towards Sean, but this hostility did not last long, and soon returned to orange-red, but the color was slightly darker.

Sean's brows furrowed slightly, and in that moment just now, Sean's heart suddenly accelerated. It was a palpitating feeling.

"Truly." Probably because of the blood pact with Cecilia, the old lich suddenly laughed a few times. The invisible pressure gradually dissipated, and he turned his head to look at Cecilia and said, "If you change your mind, feel free to come to me." …… Take this as my gift to you, Jie Ji. ”

As he said this, the old lich suddenly stretched out his hand, and the pale flame on his fingertip instantly shot at Cecilia's brow at an astonishing speed. This speed is far faster than everyone imagined, even if the people next to him want to stop it, it is too late, they can only watch as this flame instantly melts into Cecilia's body after touching Cecilia's eyebrows.

At this moment, an extremely powerful magical force instantly erupted from Cecilia's body - it was a pale blue magic vortex visible to the naked eye!

This vortex directly lifted Sean and the others, who were slightly closer to Cecilia, with an incomparably powerful impact.

"Cecilia!" Sean let out an exclamation, his eyes instantly reddening, and he stared at the old lich with an angry expression.

In the next moment, Cecilia had already rushed over with the old lich with the Black Monarch.

But almost as soon as Sean moved, the old lich stretched out his right hand and pointed at Sean, and Sean immediately felt the same feeling that the Dark Prophet had been imprisoned and restricted from his movements. Seeing this, Harding, Rottikabas and the others also launched an attack on the old lich in an instant, but no matter which person they were, they became completely unable to move at all the moment they became hostile to the old lich.

The gray mist gradually filled everyone's sight, and at this moment, everyone realized that the old lich had been expanding its domain from the beginning, but it was not aimed at everyone, so no one found out.

"Humans, human beings are really troublesome creatures." There was a little more disdain in the old lich's tone, "Hatred will blind you." …… Looks like this little girl is important to you, little one. …… Boom. ”

"What did you do to Cecilia!" Sean yelled.

"Use your brains a little, blind fellow." The old lich sneered, and at this moment Sean saw that the light emanating from the old lich was slightly redder, "I signed a mage blood contract with you, even I must abide by this law." …… Do you think I'm going to do something dangerous to that little girl? ”

Hearing the old lich's words, Sean and the others calmed down a little.

"Besides, I've already said it, it's my gift to her." The old lich let out another strange laugh, "Do you think the gift will harm her?" …… As the little guy said, if it weren't for the fact that guy was decisive just now, his soul would have been drained out by me a long time ago, but even then he had lost about a tenth of his soul power, which is not to say that he could recover by taking a casual rest. ”

"So ......"

"This is a direct loss, in addition to that, that guy's magic and mental power have also decreased, even if you want to recover, it is not an easy thing." The old lich continued, but his tone was already a little impatient, "In the words of your world, that is, even if he recovers his strength, he will only become a mid-rank sanctuary. …… As for this part of his losses...... Boom. ”

The old lich's words no longer need to be spoken, and everyone's eyes can't help but look at Cecilia. (To be continued......)