Chapter 372: The Best Ending (Part 2)

  "What is fate? Something destined and unchangeable? In other words, since the world's formation, all its operational paths were destined, like an endless straight line? In other words, when and where you spit or take a piss, how many ants are drowned by that puddle of piss, whether your mood while pissing is happy, comfortable, or frustrated because it's not flowing smoothly—all of this is arranged for us by the great fate, ah."

  Staggering closer, this person wasn't as if he were dead drunk, he was genuinely drunk. He carried a wine flask in his hand. His expensive clothes were covered in wrinkles and wine stains. His hair, always neatly combed, was now a mess. His eyes, once so deep they could intoxicate any woman, were now muddled by his own drunkenness. He looked at the two, who were at daggers drawn, with a half-smile, and laughed loudly and unclearly, "You don't need to argue, nor be so nervous. Because, in essence, this so-called The Black Star, this Lich King, and an ant drowned by a puddle of piss are all the same."

  "Inham, you disappoint me too much." The Lich's voice sounded as if she wanted to grind this person to dust and pulp with the tones squeezed from her throat.

  "Oh, my apologies." Marquis finally walked over, leaning his body against a large piece of obsidian. "But I suppose you should be used to it by now? After all, I think I've been constantly disappointing you since twenty years ago..."

  "I am truly disappointed, both before and now. I truly regret why I ever agreed to recommend you for entry into Diya Valley."

  "So that's how it is. Then I'm even more sorry. I thought you would be happy back then." Marquis paused, then suddenly seemed to remember something and started laughing like that again, even his laughter full of the smell of wine. "You regret it? This is also part of the great fate. What do you regret? Since you foresaw and arranged for a great moment like the Lich King drawing The Black Star, couldn't you have seen such a small matter beforehand?"

  "Your current state is an insult to the noble title of Necromancer. You are insulting this sacred place, Diya Valley." The Lich's face was expressionless; one could only see that the fire in her eye sockets seemed about to fly out and burn Marquis to death.

  "Then what do you think a Necromancer's conduct should be? Like them, waiting there for the great Lich King to turn them all into zombies?" Marquis staggered and pointed toward the peak of The Shadowspire Peaks. Looking up from below, the extremely dense black aura had already hidden all figures from sight. "Look at Valthor and Colin. They are old fellows who have lived for decades and are almost stiff. For them, even if they don't become the Lich King's servants, they don't have many days left. Perhaps this situation is the best outcome for them. At least they don't have to pay as high a price as you to specially be transformed into a bag of bones."

  "This is the destined fate of Necromancers. You don't even understand this point. You are not qualified to be a Necromancer. Or perhaps I should turn you into a Wight right now?" Vedenina said coldly.

  But Marquis still seemed to be happily drunk. His spirits were even higher than the black aura. He laughed loudly, "I only now understand an old saying: if you can't even be a proper human, how can you be a god or a ghost? The people who are full of talk about fate, gods, and ghosts are precisely those who can't be proper humans. By that logic, aren't these so-called gods, ghosts, and fate inferior to even humans? Hahahaha..."

  The black magical aura around the Lich was already as ferocious as an erupting volcano. Not just her, even Sandro looked at Marquis with a somewhat strange gaze. Judging by his past behavior, his current state was less drunkenness and more madness!

  Seemingly having finally laughed enough, Inham stopped to catch his breath and said in a slightly more sober tone: "Alright, old man Sandro, if you want to go, then go. I'll help you block her."

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  He said this very casually, but the reactions of Sandro and Vedenina were even more shocked than when they saw his laughter just now.

  "I have a general idea of what you're going to do. Things have reached this point, and perhaps nothing will be useful, but whether it's useful is one matter, and whether you do it is another." The drunkenness in Inham's eyes was continuously fading. Or rather, he had never been so out of control; he was just venting. He still had a somewhat drunken smile on his face as he waved to Sandro. "She never made a move on me because she wasn't confident she could kill me while also stopping you from escaping."

  "The thing I hate most in my life is others condescendingly doing me favors, especially from an annoying fellow like you. If it were any other time, I would definitely chop off your conceited dog's head."

  "At a time like this, I advise you not to be so concerned with saving face..." Inham sighed lightly.

  "Hahahaha..." A huge, ghostly howl of laughter came from Vedenina's withered body. The surging, massive black aura filled the entire valley. "There's no need. I've decided to act on behalf of the Lich King now and deal with you two who have desecrated the identity of a Necromancer..."

  The voice, forced out by magical power, was still coming from her severed throat, but the Lich's head had already flown up.

  Just as she laughed out loud, a flash of black light streaked past her neck, and her withered head flew into mid-air, tumbling continuously, then falling to the ground.

  Both Sandro and Marquis were stunned. The most stunned was undoubtedly Vedenina, watching her headless body still laughing, even its hands able to rise under her own will and make a magic incantation gesture. The flames in her eye sockets seemed to freeze in a daze.

  Before anyone could react, the flash of black light had already begun to flash wildly across the Lich's headless body. As if the decapitating strike was not enough, as if it were just an insignificant beginning, it moved across the Lich's body at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, weaving with an unstoppable, destructive force. In the blink of an eye, this body, hailed by its master as the ultimate magical masterpiece, was reduced to a pile of garbage-like fragments that scattered down.

  Sandro and Marquis still hadn't been able to react. Watching this monster, which exuded an aura that even terrified them, suddenly dismembered into a pile of fragments was truly shocking. Moreover, their relationship with her was not one of simple hostility.

  A figure then emerged from the darkness behind Vedenina. Her small frame, her originally aged face now filled with a sharpness and solemnity soaked in killing intent. She seemed to have been there all along, but for some reason, none of the three had noticed.

  "It's you." Sandro realized. Only the King of Assassins could dismember Vedenina into fragments in the blink of an eye.

  What Agrael held in her hand was just a rock fragment she had casually picked up. It was with this that she had sliced the Lich open, alive. She casually tossed it, and the rock fragment left her hand. Sandro and Marquis had just opened their mouths, not yet having time to make a sound, when the Lich's head on the ground was also smashed into a pile of fragments, the soul fire in its skull vanishing along with it.

  "Stop being so concerned with saving face. Get lost." Agrael glanced at Sandro with cold eyes.

  "You..." Sandro looked at the fragments on the ground, hesitating to speak.

  "There's no phylactery in her body. It seems she can already place her phylactery elsewhere, like the Liches of legend. This way, she still can't die. Besides, the aura of The Black Star in this Diya Valley is too strong. It won't be much trouble for her to resurrect." Agrael's face showed no ease after her successful strike. She still looked at the fragments on the ground with a faint killing intent.

  "That's right." The Lich's voice sounded again. Her body had scattered into fragments on the ground, and the voice came from the magical aura that had now spread throughout the entire valley.

  At the same moment the voice appeared, Agrael's body had already vanished, as if she had been a virtual image created by an illusion. At the very same moment, dozens of firebirds condensed from green flames appeared in the space for dozens of meters around, frantically flapping their wings, weaving and flying through this space.

  The obsidian ground completely melted. These firebirds wove through each other, forming an incomparably hot, vast space. Sandro and Marquis at the edge flew back, barely dodging in an extremely pathetic manner.

  A muffled grunt came from the edge of this green hellfire. A black shadow, originally hidden as if in a spatial crevice, was forcibly burned out by the flames. Carrying a trace of a burnt smell, the figure twisted and floated like light smoke through the green fire, flying out of the flames' range, then disappearing completely.

  "How impressive. Although we are both Necromancers, to be able to silently break through so many of my magical barriers and ambush me, and to escape from my full-power Hellfire... truly worthy of being the killer of killers. It's not for nothing that so many in the guild have been wary of her for so many years." Vedenina's voice continued to drift in the empty valley. The fragments on the ground came to life, jumping and gathering. In just a few blinks of an eye, they reformed into a Lich. Even the tattered robe on her body was completely undamaged. "If it weren't for the current Diya Valley, this place filled with the sacred aura of The Black Star, I really wouldn't have been able to recover and counterattack her."

  "Teacher, so Spirit Conjuring can be used this way. I suppose you didn't even think of that when you taught me. With enough magical power, this body of mine, the ultimate magical masterpiece, is truly immortal. And under the aura of The Black Star, I, who represent its supreme will, am naturally undefeated, invincible."

  Vedenina spread her hands, like an artist displaying their greatest masterpiece. Her robe flapped in the violently churning magical aura, revealing the ugly body beneath, as if a mixture of a skeleton, a zombie, and a mummy.